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Chapter 706 Vasily received the lid of time travel (4K words)
After Wang Zhong finished speaking, he felt that there should be a plane flying across the sky to enhance the atmosphere, but there was none.

He jumped off the tank to the deafening sound of "Ura", and then saw photographer Capa giving a thumbs up.

Reporter Mike: "It's a pity that without the red flag as the background and the planes flying across the sky, the composition might not be so perfect."

The photographer shook his head and said, "No, it's perfect. I used a building full of bullet holes as the background. It's more natural and more impactful."

Wang Zhong looked back at the building.

At this time, several officers came to Wang Zhong through the crowd. It was Filippov who was supposed to greet Wang Zhong.

While saluting Wang Zhong, he said, "Marshal Davarish, I thought you would enter the city from the chemical plant."

Wang Zhong: "Enter the city from where the fierce fighting took place before? I did consider this, but... you see, we retreated from this side, and now we are coming in from this side. I also took a look at the second-generation No. 422 tank I commanded."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong looked at BT.

At this time, the local church bishop finally squeezed through the crowd and said, "Comrade Marshal! We are still busy clearing out the traitors. When we are done, we will put this tank in the museum!"

Wang Zhong: "No need. Look, the surrounding houses are almost all destroyed. We can just build a square here and make a pedestal to put the tank on."

Bishop: "That's fine. You have the final say."

Wang Zhong continued: "The most important thing is to plant beautiful flowers around the tanks."

Vasily: "You also asked for the same thing in Agsukov. What does it mean?"

Wang Zhong: "If there are no flowers, no one will come to see it unless it is an anniversary. If there are flowers, every time people pass by here, they will sigh, 'What beautiful flowers.'"

Filippov looked at Vasily and took something out of his pocket: "Vassily, I found a souvenir. Here it is."

"What?" Vasily looked at the thing in surprise. "Is this... the lid of a can of pickles?"

"Yes, it was taken from the fake minefield you made. Let's keep it as a souvenir," said Filippov.

Vasily smiled and looked at the lid: "Well, we buried the fake mine together back then, so we should give him a medal now."

Wang Zhong: "I can tell this story to the factory that produces canned pickles. I can shoot a commercial for them in the future, saying that this is my favorite canned pickles. I used this to beat the Proson people back then."

Everyone started laughing, and the people around were whispering to each other: "What brand of pickles?"

"I didn't hear it clearly. I'll ask later."

"You are stupid. There should be some pickle can lids in the ground. Just pick one up."

Wang Zhong took the lid from Vasily and held it high. "It's Spree Forest brand pickles! They are my favorite pickles! The lids are of very good quality. They can be placed in the ground to disguise as mines. The Proson guys can't see through them at all!"

Now the crowd also burst into laughter, and the air was filled with joy.

Vasily: "I can already foresee that the pickles in the supply and marketing cooperative will be out of stock. Maybe they will be sold at a high price on the black market in the future."

Wang Zhong: "I will contact the logistics department to ensure the supply of pickles for Loktov. Filippov, lead the way and go to see the place where the battle took place."

"Okay, let's go this way."

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When he saw the factory building, Wang Zhong stood up directly from the jeep.

The jeep drove into the factory and stopped in front of the main building which was riddled with bullet holes.

Wang Zhong looked at the building and suddenly remembered his teacher's poem: During the fierce fighting back then, bullet holes were left on the front wall of the village.

The poem seems to begin with "Red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, purple, who is holding the colorful ribbons dancing in the sky?" So he looked up, only to find that the autumn sky was clear and there was no rainbow at all.

Wang Zhong got off the car, and Filippov, who was in the second car, came over immediately.

He smiled and said, "Your reaction is exactly the same as when I first saw the factory building."

Wang Zhong: "Really? Speaking of which, it may be a bit disrespectful to those who are buried here, but I don't have a very deep impression of this factory. I often dream about the moment when the masses rescued me from under the tank, but here - maybe it's because I am in the command position, not on the front line."

Filippov: "When the enemy actually entered the factory and started fighting hand-to-hand with us, you were already commanding the tanks."

Vasily suddenly imitated Pavlov's tone: "'All you know is to drive your little tank!'"

Filippov was a little confused: "What?"

"Chief of Staff Pavlov often slanders the marshal in this way."

Filippov: “I see.”

After a brief silence, Filippov said: "Vassily, you must live to see victory, and then come to sweep our graves every year."

Vasily was still smiling, but his smile disappeared when he heard this: "Don't say that! Although I am safer than you in the headquarters——"

Wang Zhong interrupted Vasily and said, "Filipov, don't say discouraging words. The Prosen people are already at the end of their strength. The veterans can feel that the Prosen people's combat effectiveness is declining, and the number of new recruits is increasing.

"Correspondingly, our casualty rate is also decreasing, so we must have confidence."

Vasily: "And you are under the command of the Marshal, whose troops have always had lower casualty rates than other troops."

Filippov nodded. "I just said just in case, understand, Vasily, just in case."

Vasily: "What if I die? The marshal has already lost an adjutant. So don't say that. And don't give me any poetry collections or battlefield diaries. I don't want them. You can take them yourself."

Wang Zhong: "I would like to see a collection of poems. Is there one?"

Filippov shook his head like a rattle.

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder and strode into the factory building.

Many plants had grown in the dilapidated building, and when people entered, some unknown small animals ran away in fear.

The local bishop apologized and said, "We will be able to clean up this place soon—"

"There's no need to preserve this," Wang Zhong said. "There are battlefields like this all over the country. How can we preserve them all? There's already a monument commemorating the Battle of Loktov, which is enough. We can just demolish this and build a new factory to provide jobs for everyone and produce products."

Bishop: “Okay.”

Wang Zhong: "By the way, I have a list here. Vasily!"

Vasily immediately took out the notebook in which Wang Zhong had recorded the names of his deceased classmates from his briefcase and handed it to Wang Zhong. "This notebook contains the names of the deceased that I personally wrote down. You can build a stone tablet in the memorial square and write all the names on it."

The bishop was deeply moved: "You actually remembered their names! You know, in the past two years of the Patriotic War, many people's names have been forgotten."

Wang Zhong: "No one knows their names, but their achievements will live on forever. In time, a monument will be built in Yebao for these people, and a flame that will never go out will be lit."

"That's it."

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, he continued to walk deeper into the building.

"I remember this corridor. Going all the way forward was the regiment headquarters at that time."

Vasily: "Yes, it is here. The gun mirror is placed in front of that window, and then in this position. Later, when the enemy rushed in, Yegorov personally commanded the machine gun mounted here."

After he finished speaking, Filippov added: "General Yegorov was here too, and he specifically looked at this machine gun position. The big footprint next to it is his."

Wang Zhong looked at the large footprints that Filippov pointed out and smiled: "He's here too, why didn't he take any photos or videos?"

"He said he wanted to give it to you so that he wouldn't steal your limelight," said Filippov.

"Huh, this Yegorov is so much older than me, but he still acts like a child."

Wang Zhong shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and paced in the "regiment headquarters".

Filippov: "General Yegorov was walking here with his hands behind his back, just like that."

Wang Zhong: "Really? I understand why he did this. I pace here and I seem to be able to see the scene of that year. When the bombardment came, I was lying here. At that time, we only had a few precious B4 heavy artillery and had no way to resist Plossen's artillery firepower.

“When the shelling came, all we could do was lie on the ground and pray that the shelling would go away quickly.

"At that time, our only anti-tank gun was a Type 76 gun that the workers had saved up for us. We prepared several gun positions for this precious Type 76 gun."

Vasily: "The gun ran out of ammunition at the end, so we used it as bait to lure the Plosson tanks to fire directly at us, and in the end the gun mount was blown crooked."

Then he turned to the local bishop and asked, "Have you found the 76mm cannon nearby? We were in such a mess when we retreated that we didn't take it with us. It's a cultural relic. The workers put it together from spare parts!"

The bishop shook his head, "No. In fact, the remains of weapons left here have basically been recovered by the Prosons, who want to reuse them. Only the tanks and other things that are more difficult to recover are left."

Wang Zhong: "It seems that the people of Prosen are not doing well either."

The bishop smiled and said, "Yes, at the end of last year, they were robbing the city. The metallurgical engineers in the guerrillas speculated that there might be a problem with the rare metal supply of the Prosen people."

Wang Zhong remembered that the Sandezi of Earth also seemed to be short of various rare metals in the middle and late stages, so the quality of metallurgical products declined. One of the main reasons why some of their tanks were so heavy in the later stages was the lack of rare metals, and the armor quality was too low, so they had to be thickened.

"Look," Wang Zhong looked at Filippov, "we have discovered another weakness of the Prosen people! Their fate is over!"

Filippov nodded silently.

Wang Zhong: “Wait a minute!”

He looked at the bishop: "The guerrillas have metallurgical engineers?"

"Yes, a veteran who has been fighting since the fall."

Wang Zhong: "I want to see him, now, right now!"

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30 minutes later, Wang Zhong met the metallurgical engineer on the playground of the school which served as the headquarters at that time.

His mouth was crooked with smile: "Do you still remember me?"

"Of course I don't remember," the engineer held Wang Zhong's hand. "I was in the Crusaders' battle to besiege Loktov. I saw you riding on a tank and charging at the enemy. Later, we heard that you had died. Reznov, who was leading us at the time, said, 'It seems the general has died. At least we can get his body back.'"

Wang Zhong held the engineer's hand tightly: "Yes, I remember you. You were one of the people who rescued me from under the tank! I remember your face!"

Engineer: “I’m the only one left!”

"You're the only one left?"

"Yes, I am the only one left. Most of the people died after that. When the Prosen entered the city, they deliberately massacred the Skitarii. Even if we surrendered, we would be killed by them.

"In front of the wall next to the church, they killed hundreds or even thousands of crusaders, saying that we were not regular soldiers, did not wear uniforms, and were spies and guerrillas.

"Those of us who hid escaped. Then we discussed and decided that since the Prosen people regarded us as guerrillas, we should just be guerrillas!

"At that time, many priests and clergy also hid and established underground parishes. We persisted in fighting under the leadership of the parish and finally brought you back! General! No, Marshal!"

Wang Zhong: "I'm back! Leave the rest to us."

The engineer sighed: "I originally wanted to join the regular army to continue fighting, but they said I was an engineer and had to stay to restore the city's production and contribute to the continuation of the war, so they forced me to demobilize!"

Wang Zhong: "You play a greater role in the factory than on the front line!"

"So I can only say goodbye to those boys. They are all excellent fighters who have been fighting the enemy behind enemy lines for more than a year! Comrade Marshal, please lead them to Prothenia!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, I will! I definitely will!"

Engineer: "Now some people say that we should stop fighting after we have recovered all our land and let the boys go home. I say, screw them! They are bullying our homeland and now they want to stop fighting after leaving our homeland. How can such a thing be so easy?
"I say we should fight back to their land and do to them what they did to us!
"I know this is wrong, but I can't help but think this way. Everyone here has friends and relatives who died at the hands of the Prosen people. We can't accept this if we don't kill them back!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, there will be no truce, absolutely not! I promise you in the name of the saints, we will enter Prothenia, capture the culprit of all this alive, and make him face justice!

"If nothing else, I also have a lot of blood debts to settle with that Emperor Prosen!"

After a brief silence, he repeated: "A lot of blood debt."

Filippov said with a serious expression: "Yes, blood debt."

Vasily: "Well, we all have accounts to settle."

Sergeant Gregory was sloppily holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I dream of breaking into Prosonia. I haven't slept with the Prosonia woman yet."

Wang Zhong: "Sergeant! It depends on the situation."

After a brief silence, everyone burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)