Chapter 6: Chapter 4: Accident
After barging into the room, Wang Zhong let out a sigh of relief.
Perhaps because he had put his mind at ease, his wound began to hurt.
So he yelled with full breath, “dic!”
Imdiately, a female dic appeared, “Who’s calling?”
“, !” Wang Zhong raised his left hand—the right one was injured and couldn’t muster much strength. He could raise it, but it would hurt.
The female dic rushed over and swiftly tore off Wang Zhong’s sleeve, skillfully unraveled the bandage, “Who did this dressing?”
Wang Zhong, “I did it myself. It was an ergency. We had just blown up an enemy jeep, and we didn’t know when the enemy would hear it and co over.”
The female dic, “This is horribly done, and you haven’t disinfected it, it’s already starting to fester. Expect a fever. The good news is the bullet went through.”
As she spoke, she took out a packet of yellow powder and sprinkled it all over Wang Zhong’s wound.
Wang Zhong scread in pain.
The female dic teased, “Don’t scream, your girlfriend is watching.”
Originally observing the outside, Ludmila imdiately turned her head upon hearing this, “I’m not his girlfriend. I am a prayer hand, part of the 55th Divine Arrow Group, but my Divine Arrow was destroyed by a tank.”
When Ludmila said this, she glanced at Wang Zhong, hesitated briefly before adding, “I narrowly escaped under the command of Colonel Aleksei Konstantinovich Rokossov.”
In reality, right after Colonel Aleksei Konstantinovich Rokossovsky had been bombarded by a tank, he had fled pell-ll into a basent—literally in a most undignified scramble.
By saying this, Ludmila was preserving Wang Zhong’s dignity.
Realizing this, Wang Zhong surreptitiously closed his legs, which he had spread apart, fearing soone would notice the stain on his trousers.
The pee wasn’t his; it was best if it went unnoticed.
The officer who had just let the two in frowned slightly, “Colonel Rokossov’s battalion’s defensive area is two blocks away. Has this battalion already collapsed?”
Wang Zhong recalled the scene he had witnessed from the second floor; it seed there were no khaki-clad troops left resisting nearby.
So he answered, “Yes, my unit has disintegrated.”
The reason for the disintegration, of course, was the sight of their commander ignominiously taking cover, which would make any unit fall apart.
The questioning officer cursed and fiercely rubbed his stubbly beard.
Ludmila glanced at Wang Zhong and said, “The enemy’s assault was too fierce; there was nothing we could do.”
Wang Zhong rembered, Ludmila called him Alyosha, which was a nickna for Aleksei. If the custom in this country was similar to that of Earth’s Russia, calling each other by nicknas implied they were relatively close.
Perhaps Ludmila’s assistance in covering for him was due to this relationship.
Wang Zhong felt slightly dejected.
He thought he had already won the girl’s trust.
Ludmila continued, “I need to rejoin my unit. My squad has been dispersed across the entire 79th Division, there must still be so of my comrades alive, and I want to join them.”
“You’re just in ti,” the stubbled officer said, “Monk Yeca Neiko’s squad just lost their prayer hand. I’ll get soone to take you there, Stepan!”
A burly middle-aged man appeared, “Sergeant Major, did you call ?”
The stubbled one pointed at Ludmila, “Take this captain to Monk Yeca Neiko’s squad, she’s a prayer hand.”
The burly man nodded, “Follow .”
Ludmila stood up, gently placing her hand on Wang Zhong’s shoulder, “Alyosha, you’re wounded; go and rest properly. If I don’t co back, take care of my parents for .”
This girl obviously knew the peeing colonel quite well.
Even though Wang Zhong didn’t even know the na of the country they were in, with no patriotic fervor, as a man, with the girl preparing to face death so bravely, he couldn’t possibly show cowardice.
“No,” he said, “I’ve only got a light injury; I can still fight.”
Ludmila seed surprised and stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds before smiling sweetly, “Not this ti. If you’re worried I might think less of you, rest easy. I couldn’t possibly look down on you; you got injured trying to save .”
Indeed, Wang Zhong had shouted to draw attention when he saw the enemy aiming at Ludmila, which got him hit.
Ludmila went on, “If you remove yourself from the front lines now, no one will hold it against you. Leave honorably, and after you’ve healed, give those Prussians a taste of their own dicine!”
After speaking, Ludmila turned decisively, giving the burly man a nod, “Lead the way.”
The two then left.
The stubbled Sergeant Major snapped his fingers, “Xie Na, finish dressing the colonel’s wounds, and find a stretcher bearer to take him to the rear.”
Wang Zhong, “No! I can be evacuated, but first I need to report the intelligence I’ve gathered to…”
To whom?
Wang Zhong didn’t recognize anyone.
Wait a second, his identification seed to have the unit number on it, but he hadn’t rembered it in the rush.
Before he could reach for his ID, the stubbled man said, “Do you an to tell Duke Vladimir?”
Wang Zhong, “Yes! I’ve just co back from enemy territory, and en route, I killed a high-ranking officer in a jeep!”
Actually, Wang Zhong didn’t know why he was trying so hard to stay at the front line; his original plan was to survive in this chaotic world, and to achieve that goal, he should have been safely evacuated to the rear.
Perhaps it was Ludmila’s performance that had stimulated him.
Or maybe he just didn’t want to leave Ludmila alone on the front line.
When he had a mont, Wang Zhong checked his vision and found that on the interface of his “cheat,” Ludmila’s “soldier tag” was gone; he had beco a commander with no troops under him again.
Just as Wang Zhong was feeling conflicted, Bearded Guy spoke up, “Okay, technically speaking, you are a Lieutenant Colonel, and we have no choice but to follow your orders. Anton!”
Another decorated private entered the room: “Present!”
Bearded Guy: “This is Lieutenant Colonel Aleksei Konstantinovich Rokossovsky, take him to the command center.”
“Carry him there?” asked the private in surprise.
Wang Zhong stood up on his own, pushing away the dic who was still trying to wipe the bloodstains off him: “I can walk.”
Private: “Please follow .”
…
Following the private to the backyard, Wang Zhong realized that an opening had been made in the courtyard wall; from the looks of the edges, it was clearly intentional.
“Did we make this hole?” he asked the private.
“Yes, the duke ordered it to be made,” the private answered with evident pride. “The duke has experience in civil wars; he said it would help connect the defense areas. We worked all night to break through these walls. Of course, the Prussians also helped a lot, with their bombs!”
While talking, the two passed by a crater five or six ters in diater, with the surrounding buildings half-collapsed.
“See the spire ahead? Saint Maria Cathedral, they say it’s a building from six hundred years ago, built of huge stones, even 155mm heavy artillery can’t do anything to it! Now it’s the duke’s headquarters!”
Wang Zhong looked toward the spire the private was pointing at, then noticed that there was no cross on top of the spire; instead, there was a sun emblem.
This really wasn’t Earth; even the religions were different.
Five minutes later, Wang Zhong arrived in front of the cathedral.
The guiding private saluted the sentries at the door and then announced loudly the arrival of “Lieutenant Colonel Aleksei Konstantinovich Rokossovsky.”
A lieutenant imdiately ca out from the cathedral: “The Colonel has arrived? The duke is waiting for you.”
Wang Zhong furrowed his brow slightly; the duke is waiting for ?
The private saluted Wang Zhong: “I’m heading back now.”
Wang Zhong took the opportunity to learn the military’s way of saluting and imitated it: “Thank you, I wish you good luck from here on out.”
The private walked away without looking back.
Wang Zhong followed the lieutenant who had co to receive him into the cathedral.
Although most of the sky outside was covered in gunpowder smoke, sunlight still shone through the stained glass windows, coating the interior of the cathedral in a layer of sacred light.
The lieutenant led Wang Zhong through the chapel, into the sacristy at the back.
The sacristy had now been transford into a command center, covered with at least six radios and eight telephones as far as the eye could see. The kind of “tick-tick-tick” telegraph sound that’s often heard in old war movies filled the room.
A huge map of the city’s defenses hung on the northern wall.
The map was covered with arrows indicating enemy attacks.
Duke Vladimir stood with his hands behind his back in front of the map.
The lieutenant snapped to attention with a salute: “Sir, Count Rokossov has arrived.”
Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows; they used titles of nobility here rather than military rank?
Duke Vladimir turned to Wang Zhong: “You are still alive, that’s great, the Crown Prince personally sent a telegram ordering to ensure your safety.”
The Crown Prince?
Wang Zhong briefly recalled the equipnt he had seen used by both parties on his way here, clearly that of World War II level armies; how was there still a Crown Prince?
Had World War I not happened?
It could be; there was a notion that the end of World War I was actually just an indefinite ceasefire, and that World War II and World War I were essentially the sa war.
Duke Vladimir turned to his aide: “Arrange for forces to escort the Colonel back to Yekaterinburg imdiately.”
Wang Zhong: “Wait! I ca to report on the situation at the front!”
Duke Vladimir didn’t listen to Wang Zhong, continuing to give orders to his aide: “Also, get the Colonel a new pair of trousers that fit. My tailor should have enough cloth.”
Wang Zhong looked down, then realized that the water stains were actually quite clear; people had just pretended not to notice earlier.
This made his ears instantly burn hot, even though the stains were not his doing.
Just then, a shrill whistling sound ca from the sky.
Duke Vladimir’s face changed dramatically, and he roared with all his might: “It’s naval artillery!”
The next mont, the roof was pierced by a 381mm heavy artillery shell.
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