artillery arc

Chapter 182 "He is still facing you like this" (33000 monthly votes plus more updates)

Wang Zhong originally went to the medal ceremony first according to the schedule.

When the results arrived, I was informed that the church had interfered with the investiture ceremony and directly postponed the ceremony to the morning of August 8th.

The Tsar's agent, the Crown Princess, who was originally scheduled to attend the investiture ceremony, also had other commitments and was temporarily unable to attend.

Wang Zhong, who was let go, could only turn around and go to the music audition.

Lyudmila was very happy: "This is just like driving in a leaf castle. Although I know it is not good to say this, it is a war era, but...it is so fun to drive."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's like playing cards between battles. It's harmless."

"You were against the ball yesterday!" Lyudmila said. "I was obviously prepared, but it was all in vain!"

Wang Zhong could only look to the side.

At this time, Gregory, who was driving, braked and turned around and said, "The Grand Theater is here. The address on the invitation is here."

Wang Zhong was confused: "Are you here to greet me? Aren't you trying to show me off? What's the purpose of this?"

"Okay, you gave someone a hard time last night, and they will give you a hard time today. You don't want to rush in with your gun drawn, do you? Don't do this. I suggested you not to come from the beginning, as if this invitation does not exist. But you If you want to review the music, you still have to come, so just bear with it.”

Lyudmila's words directly suppressed Wang Zhong's inner impulse. He smiled at the girl, hugged her and walked inside.

Gregory: "Because I am tall, I served in the Yeburg Royal Guards for the first time, and was later assigned to the Third Amur Regiment. When I was in the guard regiment, I basically covered the terrain of Yeburg. Ripe."

When he reached the top of the steps and looked at the entrance of the Grand Theater, Wang Zhong looked around: "Why is no one coming to greet us?"

The Grand Theater has a row of Roman-style columns, which look very majestic and majestic up close, but Wang Zhong’s only idea was to place a machine gun somewhere to block the entire staircase.

Wang Zhong: "I don't know. Anything can happen on the battlefield. However, the basic judgment remains unchanged. The mud and severe winter will weaken the Prossen people, and we will push back part of the front in the winter. But the war will still continue."

Lyudmila: "You came here after the award was cancelled? Your Highness, you will meet Alyosha in all your activities today?"

Crown Princess: "The Palace Manager asked me to attend this selection meeting to show that the royal family attaches great importance to this event. I saw that the awarding of honors was cancelled, so I came over happily."

Lyudmila originally wanted to get out of the car by herself, but seeing Wang Zhong turn around, she smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to give her fiancé a chance.

Then Princess Olga came out.

As he said this, he got out of the car and turned to Lyudmila's side as quickly as possible.

As he approached the door, a group of maids suddenly appeared, opened the door and bowed to Wang Zhong: "General Rokossov, welcome to the Grand Theater."

"No, this is the last event where I will meet him. I can't go to your officers' dinner tonight." The Crown Princess smiled slightly.

After Wang Zhong helped her out of the car, he held her hand and walked towards the theater. Gregory directly handed the car to the waiter who came over, and followed the two of them with a submachine gun on his arm.

Lyudmila asked curiously: "Gregory, why are you so familiar with the place name of Yebao?"

Lyudmila was shocked: "Will it develop into street fighting in Yebao?"

Wang Zhong forcibly changed the subject: "Why was the award ceremony cancelled?"

Wang Zhong: "Then I can count on you in street fighting in Yebao from now on."

Wang Zhong and Lyudmila were stunned.

It is estimated that this symptom will not get better until the end of the war.

"The church said it wanted to modify the military flag and title awarded to your unit, so it stopped the ceremony." Olga paused and changed the question, "I heard that you scolded the band leader last night? That he composed it for you. Is music the sound of overwhelming music?”

"Yes, has it all spread to the palace?"

"Because the band leader later went to a club frequented by people in the music industry and complained fiercely. They also made fun of the melody you composed, saying it was rubbish. What song is it? Can you let me listen to it?"

Just as Wang Zhong was about to answer, Lyudmila grabbed the opportunity and said, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Your Highness. It's not good for us to be blocking the door like this now."

"You're right." Olga smiled slightly, "Then let's go in."

She turned around and walked along the theater's main corridor.

Wang Zhong wanted to follow, but Lyudmila grabbed him. He waited for all the maids of the Crown Princess to catch up before following the maid.

"This is only in line with etiquette." Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear, "I'm not jealous."

Wang Zhong: "If you are jealous, I will be happier, really."

"Then I am." Lyudmila said, "Are you happy?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yeah!...No, no, no, I'm not happy, I don't dare to be happy."

Entering the Grand Theater, I found that the auditorium was filled with celebrities from Yebao - or celebrities on the surface.

They were paying tribute to Crown Princess Olga. Lyudmila dragged Wang Zhong and quietly walked aside.

A waiter came to guide the way: "General Rokossov? Your position is here."

The waiter guided Wang Zhong and his party to the edge of the auditorium: "Because the invitation to you is a temporary decision, I can only sit here."

Wang Zhong: "Let me sit in this position. Sometimes if my voice cannot be heard by the people on the stage, I will choose to fire. Does it really matter?"

The waiter smiled and said: "Don't worry, the acoustic design of the theater is very advanced. As long as you raise your chin slightly and speak to the wall, your voice will be very clearly spread throughout the theater. Just like it is now."

At this time, many people looked this way.

But most people have no intention of coming over to shake hands——

A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman walked over side by side with an old scholar in his early 40s wearing a monocle.

The gentleman handed over his business card: "I am Oshanin, the editor-in-chief of Ant Modern Music magazine, and this person next to me is Professor Vladimir Bradsky."

The professor interfaced: "Professor of the Music Department of Yeburg University, I have a small question. Duke Rokossov, is there a man named Vasily Vladimirovich Bradsky in your army?" The young man?”

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. He had forgotten Vasily's full name, but the person in front of him was a music professor. He happened to meet him and asked to confirm, "Do you have a bad relationship with your son?"

"I thought he should be a composer, but instead he went to join the army!"

Good guy, that’s right.

Wang Zhong: "Vasily is indeed in my army. Because he is familiar with the Plosin language, he is responsible for monitoring the Plosin people's radio communications. Do you need me to bring him your letter?"

"No, no, the editor next to me received an urgent letter from Shostka at noon. Do you have any clues?"

Wang Zhong frowned, wondering if Vasily had written the song and sent it over, and the editor-in-chief of Oshanin had received it, right?
However, I had only hummed the melody in front of Vasily. Could it be that I sang the lyrics subconsciously?

Wang Zhong: "I hummed tuneless melodies in front of him. Maybe this inspired his music creation."

If "Holy War" was really written by Vasily, Wang Zhong would not mind signing Vasily's name. After all, this thing was not his own original work, he was just a porter.

Moreover, he brought a tune here, and Vasily could make up the tune. That was because he was awesome, and signing his name was not too much. If you also fill in the words by the way, then it should be signed by others.

The professor shook his head: "No, no, I know that kid too well. He will never give up his credit. If you are the one who signed the title and composed the music, it must be you. His lyricist wrote Filippov. Do you know him?" Is this Filipov?"

Wang Zhong: "They are good brothers he met in the military academy. The two survived the brutal Loktov Defense Battle and the Orachi Blockade Battle."

The professor hesitated for a moment and said, "They have such talents. Can they be transferred back to Yebao to be responsible for music creation? Boosting morale is also a very important job."

Wang Zhong: "Then you have to talk to Vasily yourself. Shostka is still safe at the moment. The enemy is about a hundred kilometers away. You can go and see him."

The professor frowned: "No! I will never go see him! Unless he comes to admit his mistake to me!"

Good guy, these father and son look a bit alike.

Lyudmila said at this time: "Don't let stubbornness turn into regret. You'd better go and see him."

The professor visibly hesitated.

At this time, the band leader shouted from a distance: "Your Excellency Oshanin, the selection is about to begin. Come over quickly!"

Oshanen said loudly: "Okay. However, distinguished orchestra director, I request to change the selection order. We have a program that we have just rehearsed and want to perform."

The orchestra leader looked embarrassed.

At this time Vladimir Bradsky said: "I support changing the selection order. This song is worth it!"

Nonsense, that's holy war.

But Bradsky's next sentence was: "After all, it was composed by the war hero Rokossov, and it is real music from the battlefield!"

After saying this, the entire venue suddenly became buzzing. I can only say that the acoustic design of this theater is really awesome, and the whispers suddenly become like a vegetable market.

The orchestra leader frowned: "This... we have a process. If you want to add that the undeclared repertoire itself is not in compliance with the regulations, it would not be good to shove it in front of everyone..."

At this time, Olga, who was sitting in the royal box, said: "I think it's okay. If you just add the plug at the front, the other processes don't need to be changed at all, just postpone it to the back. Besides, Mr. Rokossov, the orchestra leader, if If the general’s music is really so unpleasant, why not show it to everyone first? Then it will be difficult for the general to comment later!”

The musicians looked at each other.

Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear: "She is still facing you, Your Highness."

Wang Zhong was sweating profusely.

At this time, the orchestra leader sighed: "Since Editor-in-Chief Oshanin and Professor Bradsky praise it so much, let's listen to it first. This is music from the battlefield."

(End of this chapter)