Wang Zhong: "Don't spread rumors! Alright, Grigori, move on."
He sat down at the sa ti the Jeep started and went off in a puff of smoke, leaving the locals in disarray amidst the dust and exhaust.
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The Empire of Prosen's military base west of Ronied is completely different from what Wang Zhong rembered.
The "temporary assembly point" that was improvised from existing buildings had been turned into a fortress built out of reinforced concrete.
"They've actually built a concrete garage." Wang Zhong stood with his hands on his hips in front of the building entrance, "This thing probably wouldn't go down with one shot from Ulban, it would take three."
If Ulban couldn't resolve it, then the only option would be to drop a five-ton bomb from a high-altitude Pe-8.
The base's Commander jogged up to greet them: "Comrade Marshal, how co you didn't give us notice before coming over!"
Wang Zhong: "Because I didn't want to trouble you with any kind of reception ceremony, I'm just here to revisit the battlefield of those days. Did the Prosens completely demolish the original buildings?"
The Commander looked embarrassed: "I did not fight here, so I don't know what the original buildings looked like. But according to design docunts we captured, this base should be brand new, so— I guess the old buildings you're looking for have all been demolished."
Wang Zhong nodded and turned to explain to Journalist Mike: "Back then, I saw the Prosens throw a civilian family they had slaughtered into a cesspit here, and that's when I firmly decided to resist to the end."
Journalist Mike raised his eyebrows slightly: "Weren't you planning to hold out until the end before that?"
Indeed, prior to this, as a transmigrator, Wang Zhong only wanted to escape with any beautiful woman he t and then run as far away as possible.
But obviously, Wang Zhong couldn't say this here, so he smiled faintly: "Before, I just felt that resistance was my responsibility, but here, I discovered that resistance was my destiny.
"Here, I made up my mind to beco the Empire of Prosen's most feared enemy."
Journalist Mike: "Is that so. Frankly speaking, I personally enjoy this journey of interviews quite a lot, step by step I've co to understand the changes in your mindset, how you've grown to be who you are now, but our readers are layn, and they prefer to read sothing more thrilling."
Wang Zhong shrugged and climbed back onto the Jeep.
The Commander seed sowhat disappointed: "Are you leaving already? Won't you provide any guidance for the work? We've already cleared space for a hundred train cars' worth of supplies, ready to receive provisions at any mont."
Wang Zhong: "A space for a hundred train cars, so how much supplies do you have right now?"
"Not a single car-load, it's said that the troops up front are now relying on the locals' spontaneous support."
Wang Zhong looked towards Pavlov in the car behind.
"The railroad will be operational tomorrow, there'll be supplies." Pavlov said.
Wang Zhong said to the Commander: "You heard him, there will be supplies by tomorrow. Grigori, let's go!"
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The Jeep drove through the city, and Wang Zhong noticed that many of the once riddled buildings had been repaired.
Ronied fell within the first week of the Prosen attack, and the Prosens spent a lot of ti putting a veneer of peace over the city.
The Ante Army had already entered the city, so the locals were used to military vehicles racing down the roads, barely anyone took notice of Wang Zhong's Marshal Star.
The Jeep turned a corner, and Wang Zhong saw a woman standing by the roadside holding what seed to be an infant less than a year old, with an empty milk can in front of her.
The woman's hair was shaved clean except for a few stubbles forming the pattern of the Prosen flag.
Clearly, she had fallen in love with a Prosen Officer and bore a child with him.
Vasily muttered, "Actually, they're pretty pitiful too."
Wang Zhong: "If they are not punished at all, wouldn't that be unfair to the girls who fought like n? When the Prosens ca, they chose the easy way, now they must face the consequences of their choices.
"We are still rather rciful, only shaving her head. In other places, she and her child might be stoned to death."
For example, in Bahara.
Vasily pursed his lips.
The Jeep passed another intersection, right by a cinema entrance, where a group of drunken soldiers was laughing boisterously as they left the cinema.
Wang Zhong raised his hand, and before he could say a word, the Jeep ca to a halt.
He stood up and shouted to the soldiers: "Which unit do you belong to?"
The soldiers all looked at Wang Zhong, the leading Master Sergeant took a swig of Vodka and said with a laugh, "Don't be so serious, Davarish, the Prosens have already run off! They scampered off with their tails between their legs! We won't have to attack anymore, just ntion the na Rocossov, and the enemy runs away with their tails between their legs!
"Co on, Davarish, have a drink! Long live Saint Rocosov! Hurray!"
Wang Zhong felt this scene was so familiar, as if he had seen a similar one in "The Battle of Shanghai" or so other movie.
Then, Popov's car caught up from behind and stopped next to Wang Zhong's, the Front Army's Bishop jumped out of the car, adjusted his uniform, and walked over to this group with a stern face: "What kind of behavior is this! Which unit are you from?"
The joking soldiers turned serious upon seeing Popov's clerical attire, straightening up a bit, and the leading Master Sergeant awkwardly saluted: "Reporting to Bishop Davarish, we are from the 457th Division's second regint, second battalion, first company! Resting in the city, awaiting, waiting for reinforcents!"
Popov: "Is this how you await reinforcent? Who gave you permission to take a leave?"
"The, the company commander allowed us to have free ti."
"And the Military Chaplain? Just agreed to that?"
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