artillery arc

Chapter 487: Grassland Antlers in the United States

When the long flight was almost over, Wang Zhong saw Yakov writing something and leaned over to take a look.

Yakov immediately replied: "I am writing a diary. Maybe one day I can publish it as a book and earn some money."

Wang Zhong: "Have you started to think about how you're going to live in the future?"

Yakov smiled, a little shyly, like a big boy: "I didn't before, after all, the war situation is so complicated and confusing, but after staying with you for a long time, my confidence in the victory of this war has become more and more firm, and I have to plan my future life.

"Of course, publishing this diary is the last resort. Before that, I will try to make a living with my own hands."

Wang Zhong: "No, I don't mind having more books about me. You can even be a writer who writes my biography. What happened to me in the first year of the war, what happened in the second year, what decisions I made during which battles, and what were the most difficult days. You can just write one book after another and live a comfortable life!"

Yakov laughed even more happily: "I can hear that you are making fun of me. How can there be a writer like him!"

There really are such people on Earth, for example, someone who relies on the memories of his brother who was kicked out by him to make ends meet.

Wang Zhong did not reveal the secret of another time and space, but pointed to the date in Yakov's diary and said, "The date is wrong."

"Huh? Isn't that right? I remember we took off on the 15th!" Yakov looked confused.

Wang Zhong gestured with his hands: "We flew over the International Date Line from west to east, so we have to subtract one day."

"Oh!" Yakov suddenly realized, "So that's how it is! I forgot that!"

Wang Zhong: "Have you ever read a novel about a man who made a bet with his friends to travel around the world within a specified time, but ended up exceeding the time limit by one day. Just when he thought he had lost the bet and was about to pay, his friends congratulated him on winning the bet."

When speaking, Wang Zhong did not use the name of the book. After all, no one knew whether Jules Verne existed in this era, nor whether his famous work "Around the World in Eighty Days" existed. Even if this book really existed, no one knew whether it would take 80 days to travel around the world.

Yakov shook his head. "I haven't read it. It sounds like a fascinating novel... What kind of novel is it?"

Wang Zhong: "Science fiction, also called Amazing Fiction in the United States, is mainly published in a magazine called Amazing Stories."

"Okay, I'll come and have a look when I have time." Yakov nodded repeatedly.

Wang Zhong thought that he wouldn’t really go looking for him, what if he didn’t find him?
At this time, Yakov was modifying the date in his diary and said, "When I was a child, I studied very hard in order to be admitted to the military academy, and I didn't have much time to read these books. And... I could only rely on the library to read books, and there were no such books in it.

"Later, the church opened a reading room in my neighborhood where I could go in and read newspapers, magazines and books selected by the church for free, so I would go there often."

Wang Zhong asked curiously: "Have you ever met a girl who likes reading in the reading room or library? She often reads by the window, and the wind blowing through the white curtains of the library often blocks the girl's face."

Actually, Wang Zhong was talking about the plot in the classic love movie "Love Letter", but Yakov misunderstood: "Is this the past of you and your wife? It's so beautiful."

Wang Zhong: “Uh, yes, that’s it!”

Yakov looked longingly and said, "That's great. My wife and I don't have such romantic scenes... No, we do have them, but they are not as poetic as you describe."

Wang Zhong could only smile awkwardly. At this point he couldn't bring himself to say that this was actually a movie scene.

At this time, Wang Zhong felt that the shaking of the plane had increased significantly. He knew that this was because the plane was slowing down and approaching the ground.

He had experienced landings like this many times in various flight simulation games.

He stopped peeking at Yakov's diary, leaned against the window and looked out, and sure enough, he saw C47 open the flaps of the plane and enter the landing state.

The plane swayed gently in the wind.

Wind rushed in through the open landing gear door, causing Wang Zhong's hair to flutter wildly.

Along with a slight shaking, Wang Zhong heard the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, and the fuselage began to vibrate regularly.

Wang Zhong kept looking out the window and changed his perspective to look outside.

The United States welcoming team is already in place, and the leading army general looks somewhat familiar.

Those sunglasses, that pipe! It's your five-star critic MacArthur! No, Wang Zhong looked at the name, the person in this time and space is not called MacArthur, but Hawthorne.

Well, Ant has a bunch of literary masters among his army generals. Does the United States have the same setup? Where is Hemingway? Where is Jack London? And where is Mark Twain? Where are all these masters hidden?

Wang Zhong complained in his heart but remained calm on the surface.

At this time, the plane slowed down all the way and finally stopped among the welcoming crowd.

The military band gathered behind the welcoming team immediately began to play "Farewell to the Ant Woman".

Wang Zhong stood up, picked up the hat, put it on his head, and adjusted it carefully.

The flight attendant also opened the cabin door at this time, and stronger winds blew into the plane, blowing the medal on Wang Zhong's chest.

These medals were new medals specially awarded by the Ant Command before departure. Perhaps they felt that the old medals Wang Zhong had carried on the battlefield for too long were not shiny enough.

Everyone looked at Wang Zhong, waiting for him to step out of the plane first.

The moment Wang Zhong stepped out of the cabin door, the first salute was fired.

Wang Zhong walked off the plane amid the sound of salutes and came to Admiral Mike Hawthorne, who was wearing big sunglasses and holding a pipe.

Neither of them saluted first.

Wang Zhong suddenly understood that this guy was here to show off. If you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that he did this considering his personality.

Since he was trying to show off, how could he salute Wang Zhong first? Wang Zhong was a general, and he was also a general, and they had the same number of stars. After a stalemate, Wang Zhong thought of a compromise, so he stretched out his hand: "Hello, General Hawthorne."

The other party also took advantage of the situation and shook Wang Zhong's hand: "Hello, Admiral Rokossov. Welcome to the United States."

What he spoke was actually fairly standard Antese.

After saying this, he maintained the handshake gesture and turned skillfully to face the reporters holding cameras.

Wang Zhong finally suppressed the urge to complain and turned around to smile at the reporters.

Then there were crazy flashes. There were so many flashes at such a close distance that Wang Zhong was almost dizzy. When the reporters took the picture, his eyes were full of bright spots. When he closed his eyes slightly, the bright spots were extremely obvious, and they were all green.

After the photographers dispersed, Wang Zhong said to Admiral Mac-Hawthorne: "I have heard of you for a long time. When you evacuated Borneo, you said, 'I will definitely come back'. I really agree with you. When I left my hometown, I took a tin box of black soil from my hometown to motivate myself to fight back."

Wang Zhong proposed to evacuate Borneo, but in fact, he was trying to be sarcastic. Unexpectedly, Admiral Hawthorne laughed out loud: "Yes! Then I wish we can all fulfill our promise soon!"

Eh, is this how it's going to unfold? I'm being sarcastic and saying you abandoned your troops and ran away!
However, Wang Zhong changed his mind and realized that when he left Kosalia, although he brought all his troops out in an organized manner, he left behind his good friends and father. It seemed that he had no right to mock the five-star critics of the United States.

At this time, Admiral Hawthorne took the initiative to release his hand and saluted Wang Zhong: "I salute you for your brilliant victory in turning the tide last year!"

Well, as expected, Admiral Hawthorne believed that Wang Zhong was praising him just now, so he also saluted in return.

Others are quite nice.

Wang Zhong returned the gift.

Admiral Hawthorne then began to introduce the people who came to greet him.

The Speakers of the House and Senate and the whips of both parties were all there, as well as a large number of congressmen, governors and others.

After Admiral Hawthorne finished the introduction, he leaned close to Wang Zhong and whispered, "These people are all here to make themselves known. The election is suspended during the war, but it will return to normal after the war. Everyone is accumulating strength."

Wang Zhongxin thought that you were the same. If you hadn't provoked the panda, you might have really become president.

He was too lazy to remind the admiral, so he pretended not to understand the United States's many tricks and asked, "What do you mean by accumulating strength? What are you talking about?"

Admiral Hawthorne laughed loudly, and when he laughed, Wang Zhong felt that his eyes behind his sunglasses were looking at the photographer next to him.

After the spotlight flashed, Admiral Hawthorne distanced himself from Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong: "When can I meet the President of the United States?"

"The President is hosting a banquet for the delegation tonight, and you will definitely meet him then. But it's still noon now, and - according to our arrangement, you have a speech at the airport, and the reporters of the evening newspapers are waiting to get the material for tonight's headlines."

After saying this, Admiral Hawthorne waved his hand again.

At this time, he heard Yakov whisper in Ant language: "It's really different from Ant. There is a sense of exaggeration everywhere."

Wang Zhongxin thought, welcome to the stronghold of communism.

He asked Admiral Hawthorne, "So I'm going to give a speech now?"

"No, no, no, you should review the military guard of honor first." Admiral Hawthorne gestured for invitation.

Wang Zhong looked in the direction of his hand and saw the lined-up guard of honor, the long red carpet, and the podium at the end of the red carpet.

So he said, “Let’s get started.”

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Thirty minutes later, Wang Zhong and Admiral Hawthorne got into a jeep together. When the jeep started, Admiral Hawthorne said, "The current newspapers are very pessimistic about the Ante battlefield. I'm not sure how many of the views you just mentioned in your speech about luring the enemy deep into your territory will be accepted.

"But it doesn't matter. This is how we are in the United States. Whether the viewpoint is correct or not is not important. Emotion is the most important. You don't know Angsa, which is a huge disadvantage. But don't worry, I will translate for you in the fundraising speech later. I am a master at mobilizing emotions."

Wang Zhongxin thought that your sunglasses and big pipe were very suitable for stirring emotions.

Admiral Hawthorne continued, "By the way, you have a great appearance. When I saw your photos on the front page, I felt that you were born to be a publicity ambassador. I am even more certain after meeting you. I will arrange for some tabloids to interview you. Their reports may be better than the front page of the major newspapers!"

Admiral Hawthorne paused and asked, "By the way, do you have an eagle?"

Wang Zhong was shocked: "What?"

"Eagle! Isn't the lyrics 'She sings of the eagle of the prairie'? You should have an eagle."

No, I didn't, I was nearly killed by a falconer in Barras.

Admiral Hawthorne ignored Wang Zhong's thoughts and said, "I'll find a way. What do you think of the bald eagle?"

Wang Zhong: "My hometown is a grassland, and only the edge is close to the White Sea. Bald eagles... It's not appropriate, right?"

Hawthorne: "That should be..."

Wang Zhong: "A falcon, or any other animal of the falcon family would be fine."

"It's settled!" Admiral Hawthorne snapped his fingers.

In this way, Wang Zhong’s wonderful journey in the United States began.

(End of this chapter)