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Chapter 190: That Mike from the United States, Gao, I don’t know where he is (37000 monthly votes plus more updates)

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute, I actually don't understand. You are all going to reprint the full text of my speech, so why do you need an exclusive interview? The important things are all mentioned in the speech."

"Yes, it was all mentioned in the speech. So the interview mainly asked about unimportant things." Reporter Mike smiled.

Just at this time, an announcement came from outside the train: "The song composed by General Rokossov will be played next: "Holy War", please listen."

Then the version played by the Yebao Philharmonic Orchestra sounded throughout the station, and even the carriage where Wang Zhong was sitting was filled with majestic music.

Mike smiled and said: "Let's start with this song. During the preliminary investigation, I found that you did not receive music-related education? But you created this song that is destined to leave a mark in music history?"

Wang Zhong: "About this, the actual situation is like this. I just felt it on the battlefield and hummed a melody casually, like this."

Wang Zhong immediately hummed to reporters on the spot, but was affected by the music outside and could not hear clearly.

Mike: "It sounds like..."

Wang Zhong: "It's very clumsy, right? That's it. I actually hummed this song at the dinner party that night, and the band leader laughed at me."

Mike laughed and said: "There will always be front-page headlines about offensive things. Readers will read those if they want to read them. Our interview will not be on the front-page headlines. So are we just sending poems?"

"Did you laugh at it?"

Mike frowned: "Then why didn't he sign it?"

"Because he hates being a composer very much. This is the conflict between father and son. When one day he lets go, I think he will sign it." Wang Zhong said.

Mike continued to ask: "Have you sent poems to many ladies?"

"Uh... let's talk about Proson's offensive."

Wang Zhong stared at Mike to see if he would activate the "passive skill" of "Journalism".

Lyudmila smiled and said: "Don't worry, at least those poems rhyme."

"Just sending poems?"

At this time, a whistle came from the window, indicating that the train was about to leave.

Wang Zhong: "Of course, most of the ladies in Yebao and I have danced and socialized. And I also like to accompany the crown prince and am a good friend of the crown prince, so many girls approach me in order to get close to the crown prince. "

Wang Zhong suddenly had a bad premonition and asked, "I can't remember what I wrote. What kind of poems are they?"

Mike: "I see, then do you also often dance with the current Crown Princess?"

At this time, Lyudmila, who was standing next to him, said: "It should be referring to the crooked poems you used to read in salons. Now because of your fame, many ladies have translated the poems you gave them."

Wang Zhong: "What? Poetry?"

Lyudmila: "Of course not, I will dance with them at the ball, right Alyosha?"

"Yes!" Wang Zhong nodded, "I like dancing and exercising."

However, the United States man directly changed the subject: "I heard that in addition to music, you also like to write poetry. Can you share some with us?"

Wang Zhong: "Uh...yeah."

"Yes, I laughed at it. The song you are listening to now was written by one of my soldiers named Vasily Vladimirovich Bradsky. His father was a music student at the University of Yeburg. He is a professor in the department and has received the best music education. He wrote this song based on the piece of music I hummed and the emotion I felt while humming it.”

Wang Zhong began to sweat profusely. What do you mean it at least rhymes? Are they all on the same level as Zhang Zongchang's poems? "Daming Lake is a big lake, and there are lotuses in Daming Lake. There are toads on the lotus, and they jump up and down when you poke them."

Just at this time, the train shook, and then the platform outside the window began to retreat.

Mike continued to ask: "You have a very close relationship with the Crown Prince, right?"

"Correct."

"You publicly accused the Tsar during the state funeral, saying that he did not understand his children. This is a very serious accusation. Does this mean that you think the Tsar has neglected his duties as a father?"

Hey guys, here we come, those in front are all smoke bombs.

Wang Zhong replied calmly: "What I mean is that His Majesty the Tsar has many things to do and pays too little attention to the children."

Mike: "But you have also pointed out His Majesty the Tsar's mistakes in decision-making and army building on many occasions on various occasions."

Wang Zhong: "This is my duty as a loyal officer of His Majesty. Doesn't your country have loyal officers like me who will point out the mistakes of the President or the Joint Chiefs of Staff at all costs?"

Mike: "Of course we do too. But some people think that you feel that His Majesty the Tsar has failed in his duties as a leader in this situation."

Wang Zhong: "Who thinks so? Is it convenient to disclose it? I have a friend in the Inquisition, and he is very concerned about this matter."

Mike smiled and asked: "Do you think His Majesty the Tsar should bear the main responsibility for Agsukov's fiasco?"

Wang Zhong: "The main responsibility should be borne by General Skorobo. He was a spy of the Prosen Empire and deliberately sent away our country's millions of troops. He deceived His Majesty and the headquarters."

This is the current official statement, and Wang Zhong will of course be consistent with this statement.

Mike: "Are you saying that no one else in the headquarters should be responsible for this? Aren't you worried that a large number of troops will be ruined?"

Wang Zhong: "I think the headquarters will learn a lesson."

Mike stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds. During this time, the entire carriage became quiet.

Outside the car window next to me, the city has disappeared, and the endless pastoral scenery is constantly passing by.

The reporter changed the question: "You said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince entrusted your sister to you. Did anyone else hear this?"

Wang Zhong: "Is this important?" "No, it's not important. So how do you understand this?"

Wang Zhong: "Olga is our common sister. I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants me to fulfill his brother's duties on his behalf."

"Is there a possibility that he is asking you to marry her?" Mike asked while looking at Lyudmila.

Wang Zhong: "I know my brother. He is a smart man and knows that a royal daughter's marriage basically has nothing to do with love, and it is not something we can decide."

Just kidding, a princess is an important resource. Whether it is used to exchange claims, obtain the inheritance rights of the crown, or form alliances, they are all very useful - Wang Zhong, a P club player, thought so.

Mike: "Then if...I mean if the Ant Empire is no longer an empire, but becomes a federal country like the United States, then it would be best for you with such a reputation to marry Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess. Isn’t that the best way to protect her?”

Wang Zhong: "Your Excellency, reporter, let's talk about the battle situation."

"Okay, we got the news. Do you think the Prosen Empire will start its offensive on the capital again in mid-September? May I ask..."

Wang Zhong: "Where did you get the news? I have a friend in the Inquisition who is very interested in this..."

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On August 8, at 25 hours, Wang Zhong entered the division headquarters of the 2100st Guards "Red Flag" Mechanized Division in Shostka.

Pavlov, who did not go to the station to greet him, said the first thing he said when he saw him: "You look so haggard. What happened in the capital?"

Popov, who went to pick up Wang Zhong at the station, replied: "This is because he brought a reporter from the United States into the car and was bombarded by reporters for eight hours."

Wang Zhong: "Don't mention it. Please report to me on the situation of the troops."

Pavlov: "The current progress of pouring the bunker is about 40%. In addition, we have moved all the residents on the west bank of the Duva River to the east bank, and currently we have requisitioned the large mansions of local nobles to accommodate these residents.

"We blew up all the vacant residential buildings on the West Bank and filled them up. Now the entire West Bank is bare and has good shooting boundaries."

As he spoke, Pavlov pointed to the window.

Wang Zhonglai looked out the window and saw that the west bank of the Duwa River was open and there was nothing blocking the shooting range.

Pavlov: "Of course, we also left some inconspicuous things as targets for shooting, such as the wreckage of the truck. In fact, it was burned out of a scrapped truck. It was an 800-meter target."

Wang Zhong raised his hand to see clearly, only to realize that there was no telescope hanging on his chest, so he reached out to the side: "Telescope!"

Immediately, a staff officer handed over the telescope.

Wang Zhong took a look. Although it was starting to get dark, he could still clearly see a line of white paint on an inconspicuous location of the wreckage.

"Very good, very good." Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and turned to look at the staff officer who handed him the telescope, "Vasily?"

The young warrant officer grinned: "It's me. I'm the division staff officer now."

Wang Zhong punched him on the shoulder: "You guys gave me a surprise!"

"You're welcome." Vasily smiled.

Wang Zhong: "Has your father come here to see you?"

Vasily's smile froze immediately, and then disappeared at the speed of light.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhong asked doubtfully.

Vasily: "Don't mention it, he's here, holding two bottles of wine and intends to 'chat like friends' with me!"

Wang Zhong: “Isn’t this a good thing?”

This is a wish that I have never been able to realize!

Vasily shook his head: "But Lao Den doesn't know how to drink! After a few drinks, he started to go crazy with alcohol. He ran to the street and started singing 'Let's fight our great country to fight to the death'! Forget it, after singing, he started to get the wine Use the bottle as a saxophone and start playing in the street!

"Forget it about playing, he's still not in the same place. He ran away when he saw me approaching. He ran all the way in front, and I chased all the way behind!"

Wang Zhong immediately imagined the scene and laughed.

Vasily was anxious: "What a laugh! I'm so embarrassed! Even the naval infantry came out to laugh at me! Now the whole city knows me!"

Wang Zhong: "Isn't this a good thing? No one will say anything about you picking shit in the future."

"I'd rather pick shit!" Vasily stamped his foot.

Now everyone in the room burst out laughing, and the air inside and outside the headquarters was filled with joy.

After laughing, Wang Zhong sighed sincerely: "Compared to the capital, I still like the atmosphere here. I can feel at ease here."

Everyone else was stunned, wondering why Wang Zhong suddenly sighed like this.

At this time, the staff officer opened the door and came in: "Lieutenant Colonel Kharlamov of the 31st Destroyer Regiment is here."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Harlamov? Isn't this the one who escorted me to Yebao before?"

"He was transferred to the airport next to us and responsible for air defense." Pavlov said, "The aerial reconnaissance photos should have come out today."

Wang Zhong: "Please come in quickly, Lieutenant Colonel."

(End of this chapter)