In Jules 94, on the morning of July 3rd.
The sior officers of the 5st Temporary Infantry Division gathered at the headquarters' trance, watching the first vanguard depart.
The primary mission of this unit was to requisition houses in Olga, prepare accommodations for the troops arriving later, and communicate with local churches and municipal authorities.
Wang Zhong instructed Popov, who was leading the team, "Make sure to get along with the church! We have just over t thousand non-combatant personnel, which definitely isn't ough. My defse plan needs a lot of labor, so get the church to organize ough workers!"
Wang Zhong had already understood that mobilizing the lower classes in the Ante Empire relied on the church, which had petrated every corner of the empire through low-priced food stores, various service societies, and more.
In comparison, the empire's nobility was guinely lacking.
Popov said, "You plan to implemt those tank shelters of yours? That really does require a lot of labor."
After all, the tank shelters Wang Zhong wanted to dig were large ough to accommodate an tire tank, which ant a significantly large amount of earthmoving work.
Wang Zhong said, "I'm counting on you. With so few tanks to hold off an emy armor cluster, there's no other choice."
Popov gave a thumbs up: "Done, leave it to ."
After saying that, he gestured to the driver: "Let's go!"
Thus, the vanguard squad set off, consisting of five jeeps and trucks.
The last truck carried a large stack of wood signs, which were to be used for directions on the road.
As Wang Zhong watched them disappear into the distance, he turned to see the troops making preparations to depart.
Moving the main force was not like the small vanguard that could set out with just five vehicles. The main force had to decide on a marching order, distribute marching maps, arrange for personnel to direct traffic at crossroads and other places where it was easy to take the wrong path, form small teams to assist stragglers, and so on.
Moreover, this ti the armored units had to travel on tracks, and there might be breakdowns along the way, necessitating the mobile repair teams traveling by truck.
In short, suring the movemt of the 5st Division—an hanced division by the standards of the Ante Army—over a hundred kiloters to an unfamiliar city was a technical task.
This job was a true test of the capabilities of Chief of Staff Pavlov and his division headquarters staff.
Wang Zhong, the division commander, could afford to be hands-off; once the troops set out, his task was to ride Bucephalus among the columns to boost morale.
Thinking of Bucephalus, Wang Zhong decided to visit his beloved horse in the stables.
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The 5st Temporary Infantry Division did not have the term "chanized" in its definition, so its logistics were rather free, having both trucks and mules.
However, if it were to beco a chanized infantry division, under the rigid doctrines of the Ante Empire, the tire division's supply would have to be by truck alone—after all, it's a chanized unit!
For the Ante Empire, which was still rather weak industrially, this would be a disaster: there simply wouldn't be ough trucks.
Currtly, the 5st Division had about 4,000 mules and almost the sa number of horse-drawn carriages. There were also three thousand coachm, in addition to several hundred logistics personnel responsible for the care of the horses, such as veterinarians, blacksmiths for shoeing horses, and so on.
The stables were bustling with horses, luckily spacious ough due to the duke's own equine interests; otherwise, the horses would have had to sleep under the op sky at night.
Seeing Wang Zhong ter, Bucephalus beca excited. It probably ssed the impding departure and kept shuffling its hooves, forcefully hitting the horse stall.
While patting the horse's neck, Wang Zhong whispered softly, "Take it easy, you'll get to run your fill today, we have a hundred kiloters to cover! Two days!"
Another problem with the march was setting up camp in the middle, a complicated affair. Thinking of this, Wang Zhong felt a bit of sympathy for Pavlov, wondering if the staff and clerks added to his team were sufficit.
In any case, Wang Zhong was resolved to take a hands-off approach—oh no, rather, "leave professional matters to the professionals."
At that momt, Bucephalus cald down under Wang Zhong's touch and th grabbed Wang Zhong's cap with his teeth and tossed it aside before starting to chew on Wang Zhong's hair.
Damn it, what's with this horse?
Because I hadn't washed my hair for a long ti due to battle, it might have had a sct that horses like. But now my hair was washed by Ludmila, scted only with perfu! After washing, Ludmila ev helped with hair wax!
Would a horse like perfu and hair wax?
No sooner had Wang Zhong thought this than Bucephalus shook his head, spit on the g twice, and th distanced himself from Wang Zhong's hair.
Haha, got a taste of the perfu and hair wax, huh? Serves you right!
Wang Zhong bt down to pick up his cap, brushed the dust off it, and put it back on. Just th, the air raid alarm sounded.
"So they've finally co to air raid Argesukov…" Wang Zhong muttered, taking three steps out of the stable, and looked up at the sky.
Switching to a bird's-eye view, one could clearly see a formation of about thirty bombers and almost the sa number of escort fighters.
Considering the direction of the flying squadrons, Wang Zhong surmised that the bombers' target was again the train stations, locomotive repair yards, and locomotive marshaling yards. They were clearly hoping to weak the Ante Army's resistance by striking at its logistical transport.
Unfortunately, on the vast territory of Ante, it's almost impossible for the Air Force to completely cut off the rail transportation.
In such a vast space, it was not easy for Pros's attack planes to locate a train, and by the ti they finished the attack and recorded their achievemt, a look at the fuel gauge: uh-oh!
As Wang Zhong gazed at the sky in deep thought, a ssger riding a horse galloped over and shouted from a distance, "Geral Rokossovsky, the Chief of Staff st to inform you that you can depart imdiately."
At that ti, the sound of emy aircraft bombs hitting the g could be heard in the distance.
Wang Zhong: "We're departing now? Isn't there so kind of oath-taking rally or sothing?"
The ssger looked bewildered: "What oath-taking rally?"
Right, they don't have that tradition here.
He had thought that since this place had the real "Divine Power," before setting off to fight the infidels, there would be a spldidly dressed Archbishop conducting a mass or sothing, right?
Th a nun would recite the Emperor's quotations while purifying all heretics with flas.
Wang Zhong gathered his thoughts and said to the ssger, "I'll be right there."
The ssger saluted and turned his horse a to leave — due to the particular nature of their profession, ssgers could ignore so of the military's cumberso formalities, like dismounting before saluting a superior officer who was not on horseback.
After watching the ssger leave, Wang Zhong turned back to his old partner and had a sudd idea: "How about I fit you with a saddle this ti?"
Bucephalus imdiately shook its head, clearly and decisively expressing its refusal, obviously knowing that Wang Zhong didn't have a clue about how to fit a saddle on a horse, and that forcing it could d in disaster.
Wang Zhong: "Alright, alright, Grigori! You put the saddle on it!"
Hearing the na Grigori, Bucephalus cald down.
Grigori approached, "Geral, saddling a horse is actually quite easy, I can teach you."
Wang Zhong: "Good, good, teach quickly."
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On July 3rd, 94 Jules, at hours, Wang Zhong rode Bucephalus and left with his troops from the temporary location of the 5st Division.
Old Rokossov stood at the gate of the manor with a few maids to see them off — most of the maids had be evacuated. The Duke of Rokossov had estates east of Mount Raoul, where the maids were st to gage in agricultural labor.
As Wang Zhong passed by the old duke, he saluted him.
The old man happily returned the salute, th also made a "V for Victory" gesture, a masterpiece of the war minister of the United Kingdom in this world.
Wang Zhong also smiled and made a "V for Victory" gesture.
Latter, after he had traveled a long distance and looked back, he could still see the old duke standing at the gate, gazing in his direction.
Finally, Wang Zhong turned a corner on Bucephalus, and neither the iron gates of the manor nor the old father at the trance could be se anymore.
But soone ahead was calling him, "Alyosha!"
Wang Zhong turned and saw the Crown Prince standing on top of an extravagantly luxurious imported sports car, cupping his hands before his mouth like a gaphone and shouting, "Alyosha! Have a good journey!"
To be honest, although the Crown Prince was a bit of a playboy, he was really not bad wh it ca to brotherhood. So Wang Zhong also shouted, "Take care! Your Highness!"
He thought about it and felt it wasn't clear ough, so he plainly said, "Hurry back to Yekaterinburg!"
Crown Prince: "Why should I return to Yekaterinburg while you are fighting? No, I am here under the Emperor's orders to supervise the troops!"
Wang Zhong: "Your Highness!"
This place would soon be circled — he couldn't say sothing that could so easily shake the morale of the troops, at least not in public.
As he hesitated, the Crown Prince shouted, "This is for you!"
No sooner had the words fall than the Crown Prince threw sothing at Wang Zhong, which reflected the gold sunlight as it spun through the air.
Wang Zhong barely caught the item and realized it was the seal ring he had used once before, with red residue of the seal wax still lingering in the crevices on its face.
Wang Zhong: "I can't keep this!"
"Take good care of Olga!" the Crown Prince responded with an incongruous statemt.
Wang Zhong pondered the aning of those words but th noticed that the Crown Prince had stopped waving. He stood on the back seat of the luxury car, looking forlorn yet resolute.
The sumr sun poured down from above his head.
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