Chapter 660: Chapter 102 The Sun in the West Is About to Set
January 25th, Wang Zhong, despite the opposition from Pavlov and Popov, arrived personally at the shore of the White Sea.
When he arrived, it was already the ti for sunset, and the White Sea was dyed blood-red by the setting sun.
Wang Zhong stood on the shore, suddenly longing to sing that old song: “The sun in the west is about to set, the enemy’s doomsday is about to co.”
Ghosts from Prosen are still ghosts; it shouldn’t be a problem to sing this song.
Watching the sun gradually sinking, Ludmila ca to his side, draping her coat over him: “It’s windy by the sea, don’t catch a cold.”
Wang Zhong nodded, donned the coat properly, and looked out into the distance once more: “Ronied is in that direction! The Battleship that fired a 380mm Heavy Artillery shell at has already been sunk by the bombs of the United Kingdom’s Royal Air Force.
“I’ve captured over a dozen enemy generals who had attacked our country.”
Ludmila leaned against Wang Zhong’s shoulder: “How much longer until we can go ho?”
Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds before saying, “Soon, Liu Da, soon.”
His thoughts took flight with the sea breeze, flying back to Argesukov hundreds of kiloters away.
He saw in the Rokossovsky Family’s manor, the old Duke Rokossov drinking vodka and chatting with the Crown Prince Ivan.
Suddenly, they both looked towards Wang Zhong—Rokossov standing at the doorway.
They seed to be talking about sothing, but Wang Zhong couldn’t hear clearly.
Suddenly, Wang Zhong snapped out of his reverie, realizing Ludmila was softly calling him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Ludmila: “I saw you were lost in thought, your expression… very sorrowful. You are the Commander-in-Chief, the star of victory. I know you feel sorrow, but you cannot show it in front of others.”
Wang Zhong nodded: “You’re right.”
Just like virtual idols can only smile, the expression of the star of victory must always be as hard and cold as steel.
Ludmila embraced Wang Zhong tenderly: “Here, you can sort out your expression, no one can see you except . You can even have a good cry.”
Wang Zhong: “No, it’s not that serious. I just suddenly rembered sothing from the past, or I don’t know if it’s from the past because I really don’t rember if Ivan has ever had a happy ti drinking with my father. They must have, perhaps they were truly good friends despite their age difference.”
Thinking about it carefully, as a transmigrator, Wang Zhong had not had the chance to get to know Ivan or his father in this tiline before losing them forever.
But, Ludmila is still by my side.
Ludmila, the love of my life.
The only warmth remaining in this frigid, cruel war.
I don’t know how much ti passed, but Wang Zhong pulled away, his expression completely restored to that of the “star of victory.”
Ludmila stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled towards the sunset: “The sun in the west is about to set.”
The enemy’s doomsday is about to co.
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January 26th, outside the second ring of Bolsk.
Private Aleksei gazed at Bolsk and said to the old platoon leader who had always taken care of him: “This city doesn’t look very big, yet we’ve been attacking for so many days!”
The old platoon leader: “Haven’t you noticed how many permanent defenses are nearby? They were built by Duke ishikin when he was defending this place. Moreover, to prevent the enemy from flanking, he didn’t just build defenses on the front side but also at the back, which has made it tough for us.
“But back then, if he didn’t build these defenses, he wouldn’t be able to hold them. Poor Duke, I hope he gets well soon.”
The platoon leader had a good heart but was a chatterbox, though it seems all old soldiers are like that. It’s said that with such chattering old soldiers around, the troop morale significantly increases.
At that mont, the artillery barrage suddenly stopped, and the last wave created a smokescreen in front of the enemy lines.
Aleksei belonged to the second echelon; they stayed on the high ground and could clearly see the location of the smokescreen.
The soldier asked the old platoon leader in confusion: “Why did they set the smokescreen so far from the enemy’s position? How are we going to cover the few hundred ters left?”
The old platoon leader laughed: “That’s what you don’t know, right? This ti our regint has been reinforced with a great thing, called Ulban, but everyone prefers to call it the ‘Rokossov Hamr.’ That smokescreen, it’s to cover for that thing, not the infantry!”
Aleksei: “However powerful that thing is, can it just crush the enemy’s position in one go? With five hundred ters left, we’ll get riddled with bullets by the enemy’s machine guns!”
The old platoon leader laughed heartily: “You just joined this January, you haven’t seen its power!”
The others also turned around and teased Aleksei: “Just relax, after the enemy’s hit by that gizmo, they’ll be laid out for at least 30 seconds, unable to get up! Once we charge and cry out ‘hurrah,’ they’ll be too scared to run!”
Aleksei furrowed his brows: “I think you’re just ssing with . Before I ca, the training camp’s Sergeant said not to underestimate the Prosens, they are all excellent warriors!”
“The Sergeant is right,” said the old platoon leader, “but when faced with the Rokossov Hamr, anyone would be stunned. It’s a pity there are so few of them, and they can only be used in assaults. They’re slow to reload and need protection… sotis, I really think a flat trajectory B4 would be more useful!”
Aleksei still looked skeptical when one of those who had been teasing him pointed into the distance: “Look! That thing is moving through the smoke!”
Aleksei hastily looked, but at that distance without binoculars, he could only see a block, like a slab of frozen black bread.
The enemy’s machine guns and anti-tank guns were firing madly, but all were deflected by the “black bread.”
The hardness matched its appearance quite well.
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