artillery arc

Chapter 486: Flight to the United States (Update 15/81)

After that, Wang Zhong stayed in Balas for a few days, mainly to deal with some "diplomatic affairs" that required him to be present.

After all, the supreme commander of the United Kingdom is Admiral Auchinleck, so Ant must also send a general.

After all the red tape was over, Wang Zhong first flew back to St. Catherine's Castle.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the main building of the Rokossov estate, he heard loud howling coming from the second floor.

Wang Zhong was actually annoyed by crying children. When he was in middle school, his fourth uncle tricked him into thinking, "Take care of your brother for a summer vacation, and I'll give you 2,000 yuan."

So he went, and then he regretted it.

In the end, I did earn the money, but it was taken away by my family before I could even warm it in my hands, with the reason being "I’ll save it for you and give it to you when you go to college."

So that summer Wang Zhong remembered the child’s never-ending crying and his ever-changing personality.

Now, hearing his son's howling, he frowned directly, and the unpleasant memories were evoked again.

But the howling soon ended.

Wang Zhong then handed his military cap and coat to the housekeeper and went upstairs quietly.

He saw the baby sleeping soundly in Lyudmila's arms.

Lyudmila heard footsteps, turned her head to look at the door, and immediately smiled: "You came back earlier than the time notified."

Wang Zhong: "I can't wait to go home."

Lyudmila: "I thought you would go to the headquarters first to learn about the current situation on the battlefield. After all, it doesn't look good, and there are some bad rumors in Yebao."

Wang Zhong: "I have fought in Yeisk, and I know what the situation is like in Nanant. The large areas occupied by the Prosen are all wasteland, which has no value. But they still have to deploy troops to guard and maneuver in the vast wasteland.

"We can concentrate our forces along the Valdai River and use the developed shipping system to maintain logistics. Although we seem to be at a great disadvantage, we are actually at an advantage. Soon Proson's attack will be stopped - probably in a city on the Valdai River. I guess the most likely possibility is here... Where's my map?"

Wang Zhong was talking excitedly when he realized there was no map of the nursery.

Lyudmila: "If you are so eager for your son to receive military education, I can ask the maid to hang up the military map and update it every day according to the battle report."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "No, it's not necessary to be so extreme. Let him grow up more freely. After all, by the time he can remember, the war will be over."

Then the Iron Curtain fell and the Cold War began. No, don't worry about that just yet.

Wang Zhong sat down in front of the bed and poked the baby's cheek gently with his hand: "It's so cute, pink and adorable."

Lyudmila yawned. "He's not cute when he cries at night. I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time."

Wang Zhong: "You can leave it to the nanny..."

"No," Lyudmila shook her head. "When I have rested well and return to the front with you, the nurse will have more opportunities to take care of him. For now, I will take care of him."

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute, are you going to return to the front line?"

"Of course, now there are fewer prayer hands who can guide the divine arrows. I have to go back to the front line. This is my responsibility." Lyudmila looked at Wang Zhong seriously, "Your front headquarters will need divine arrows for air defense, so I will be in charge. Other prayer hands can go elsewhere to protect more key targets."

Wang Zhong: "The Plosson Air Force has already lost a lot of air superiority. When the Allies start strategic bombing - which has actually already begun, but mainly the Royal Air Force, and the United States Air Force join in the large-scale strategic bombing, the intensity of the Plosson Air Force's deployment on the Eastern Front will be greatly reduced."

Because a considerable number of fighter squadrons will be mobilized back to the mainland for homeland air defense operations, the survival rate of the Stuka will be greatly reduced without fighter cover.

As the survival rate decreases, the intensity of air strikes will naturally decrease gradually.

Lyudmila looked at Wang Zhong and said, "You know everything, even the future."

Her expression was one of pride.

She lowered her head and whispered to the sleeping child: "Look, Dad is so powerful. He has to worry about the whole Ante."

Wang Zhong: “Can babies understand this?”

"Don't worry about raising the baby."

Lyudmila changed the subject: "So you're not leaving this time? Or do you need to go to the Valdai River right now?"

Wang Zhong: "I am going on a business trip to the United States. His Majesty Belinsky personally appointed me to do so. He hopes that I can get more assistance."

"I see." Lyudmila thought for a moment and said, "I did hear the ladies who came to chat with me say that Admiral Turgenev has assembled a large number of outstanding war heroes and is going to the United States to sell some bonds!"

Wang Zhong: "War bonds, the United States has to use this method to raise war funds before it can fight. I should be the leader of these people. After arriving in the United States, I will continue to give speeches from afar to win support. If possible, I really don't want to go. I would rather go to the battlefield and fight with Proson."

"You are lying." Lyudmila said softly, "You know the importance of this matter better than anyone else."

Wang Zhong smiled, raised his hand and gently stroked Lyudmila's cheek: "My wife still understands me. Yes, I must go. This time in Balas, I deeply understand that we need more assistance. We need trucks from the United States, Greyhound armored vehicles, and teapot self-propelled mortars.

"The British machine gunners are also very good, as are the Daimler armored vehicles. And of course, there are the Sherman tanks, which Melania's troops think very highly of.

"And high-performance machine tools, so that we can produce better tanks to deal with the new Proson tanks that will soon appear on the battlefield. Our vortex won by taking an unconventional approach, but this will inevitably force the Proson people to research tanks and armored vehicles with better performance.

"Liu Xia, my dear, I have to go to the United States this time."

Lyudmila smiled even more happily: "I just told you that you were going to go. I know you. So, do what you should do and save the world." Wang Zhong stared at Lyudmila for a few seconds and said, "Please don't chase me away. I still have time to sleep at home for a night."

Lyudmila smiled again.

At this time, the old maid who was busy beside said, "In the short time since the master came back, the lady has laughed more times than in the previous month. It would be great if you could stay at home for a while longer, master."

Wang Zhong: "Master?"

"Yes, this manor now belongs to Duke Charon, and your brother has transferred the ownership of the manor to you."

Wang Zhong: "What about him?"

When he was in Balas, Wang Zhong was concerned about the changes on the domestic front all day long, but he never paid attention to his brother's personnel transfers.

The main reason was that he couldn't figure out where the chubby brother could go.

Lyudmila answered on behalf of the maid: "My brother applied for transfer to the St. Andrew Front. It seems that he wanted to play a greater role."

Wang Zhong: "He was also in charge of logistics when he went to the front army?"

"Yes." Lyudmila nodded. "He was awarded a medal for his outstanding performance in logistics. It was awarded by General Turgenev himself."

Wang Zhong: "Is that so? That's great."

As soon as he finished speaking, the baby woke up somehow and started crying.

Wang Zhong immediately seemed to be under a bewitching spell and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

He wanted to pick up his son, but he didn't know how to start, so he could only keep wiping his military uniform with his hands.

Lyudmila picked up her son and put him in Wang Zhong's arms, teaching him how to hold him. She scolded him as she taught him, "You clearly taught me how to hold your son before you left. Why have you forgotten it now?"

Wang Zhong: "Because... you don't know, I was almost beaten to death by the falconer in Baras. It must be because of this that I forgot how to hold my son."

"There are still side effects after escaping death?" Lyudmila said jokingly, "That's really strange. Is it true that everyone who escapes death is not good at raising children?"

It's possible. Trump doesn't look like he would be able to take care of children.

All in all, Wang Zhong spent his rare holiday with his wife and son.

Olga was smart enough not to come over and disturb the couple.

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On September 9, Wang Zhong stood in front of the C15 transport plane.

He looked back at Emilia who was getting into the Spitfire's clipped wing cockpit. This flight would be accompanied throughout by a Royal Air Force squadron led by Emilia.

Wang Zhong retracted his gaze and looked at Lyudmila: "Then, I'm off."

Lyudmila stepped forward, straightened his uniform and rank, and patted his arm: "Good! Get the aid back! More!"

Wang Zhong: "I already knew what was going on. Just wait and see!"

Lyudmila: "Well, bye."

"Goodbye." Wang Zhong said, turned and walked towards the boarding stairs.

Suddenly, he heard his son crying.

He stopped, looked back, and found that the little guy stretched out his hands in his direction and cried very loudly.

Wang Zhong smiled, turned around and strode onto the plane.

In the cabin, Yakov was looking through the dictionary.

Wang Zhong: “What are you doing?”

"I learned the pronunciation of the United Kingdom, and now I am familiar with the pronunciation of the United States." Yakov shook his head, "I hope these dozens of hours on the plane will be enough."

Wang Zhong: "Actually, they can understand what you mean by the pronunciation of the United Kingdom."

"No, I think since I'm a translator, I should do my best. If the other side doesn't support me because they don't like my pronunciation, then I'm making a mistake." Yakov raised his head and looked at Wang Zhong seriously, "Many of our soldiers will die because of my mistake."

Although Wang Zhong didn't think the United States would refuse to provide assistance because of the translator's accent, he had no reason to extinguish Yakov's enthusiasm, so he encouraged him, "Okay, you're doing the right thing, keep going."

After saying that, Wang Zhong turned his head and looked at the other people on the same plane.

Just as Lyudmila said yesterday, the plane was full of young faces with medals on their chests. This was the most elite delegation that Ant had sent out.

Everyone's expression was very serious, as if they were about to go to the battlefield.

The flight attendant closed the cabin door and the plane began to taxi slowly.

The flight to the United States began.

(End of this chapter)