artillery arc

Chapter 450: Abawahan's Night (Update 581)

The residence that Pavlov arranged for Wang Zhong was just opposite the expeditionary force headquarters, next to a steam bath.

Yakov entered the room and looked puzzled: "General, do you live here?"

Wang Zhong: "Why? I can't live here?"

"It's very different from your estate!" Yakov replied.

Wang Zhong: "The manor is my ancestral property. I personally don't have any requirements for where I live. In fact, when the war just started last year, I could sleep soundly in the passenger seat of a truck."

Yakov's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Yes, not to mention something so far away, just in the Yeisk offensive and defense, I slept in the warehouse that served as the headquarters with the headquarters staff, and I could hear the beeping of the radio while sleeping."

Yakov looked a little dazed: "Being able to fight and eat and sleep with the soldiers, this sounds like Suvorov's reincarnation."

Wang Zhong: "How else could I have become the president of the Suvorov Military Academy?"

"Oh yeah, it's a pity that I had already graduated when you became the dean."

Wang Zhong: "Where did you spend the past year? Didn't you go to the battlefield?"

Yakov looked a little embarrassed. "I applied to go to the battlefield, but was not approved, so I have been working in the Yebao Command. Because of my inexperience, I basically do things like updating maps. They even won't let me go to the translation department! I know so many languages!"

Wang Zhong comforted him, “Last year, our upper echelons had some problems. His Majesty the Tsar was a puppet who was propped up after the civil war. He might be able to engage in internal strife, but nothing else.

"It's much better now."

Wang Zhong suddenly thought of his good friend Crown Prince Ivan who died for his country. If he had not died and became the Tsar, his performance would probably be better than Olga's.

After all, Olga was still learning, and every day the leader of the neutral faction, General Turgenev, taught her all kinds of common sense.

Tsarevich Ivan is certainly much better than her.

Wang Zhong was thinking, and suddenly noticed that Yakov looked admiring, so he asked: "What's wrong?"

Yakov: "You are indeed the Shadow Prince. You have no scruples about speaking ill of the late emperor."

Wang Zhong: "Shadow Prince? This is the first time I've heard of this title. Does everyone in Yebao call me that?"

"Yes, and also call you Your Majesty."

Wang Zhong: “I’m already married.”

"They say that the present Majesty will abdicate to you, and that the Rokossovs have royal blood. Is that true?"

Wang Zhong shook his head. He had checked the family tree, but there was really no such thing.

Yakov was about to continue when Nellie came in: "Yakov, your room is ready, you can go and rest."

"Oh, good. General, is there anything else you want me to do?"

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute, come chat with me, and have a midnight snack together. Nellie asked you to prepare his portion."

"Okay." Nellie bowed and left.

Yakov: "Your maid doesn't like me very much."

Wang Zhong: "You look a little weak. She didn't like my last adjutant very much either. She probably thought Vasily was unreliable. Maybe... she didn't like me very much before either. After all, I was very unreliable at that time.

"But then I was bombed by the 380mm gun, and then it became like this, and Nellie and I got along better."

Yakov frowned: "What hit you?"

Wang Zhong: "The enemy battleship's main gun. I was at the headquarters of the highest commander in Roniezh at the time. A 380mm shell penetrated and killed everyone except me. Hmm?"

Wang Zhong remembered that not all of them were killed in the explosion. There was still one alive, but he was now the Duchess's male favorite and enjoying a good life.

Damn it, he's still living off his wife at this time. When we come back from the expedition, I'll send that guy to the Turning Point to fill the line.

Yakov didn't know why Wang Zhong suddenly stopped, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"No, I just remembered there was a survivor. He escaped with me, and then immediately became a gigolo. I'll take good care of him when we return from the expedition. I think his injuries should have healed, and it's time for him to fight like a man."

There is an annoying character in "Quiet Flows the Don" who won a medal at the beginning of World War I, and then relied on bragging and playing nice with everyone to get by until the end of the war.

Wang Zhong particularly hates this guy.

Of course, Wang Zhong also just wanted to send the gigolo to the front line, but Yakov obviously misunderstood and looked at Wang Zhong with awe.

Wang Zhong changed the subject: "You have been in Yebao for the past year. Have you never thought about marrying your girlfriend?"

Yakov shook his head. "Everything seemed so bad at that time. Neither of us wanted to get married. No one knew what would happen after Yebao was occupied by Prosen. Some people said they would massacre the city. In this case...how could we get married? I couldn't sleep just thinking about it."

Wang Zhong: "If it were me, I would say, 'Let the sound of the Prosen people's cannons be the salute for our wedding.' Don't you think that's romantic? My wife got pregnant at that time, too."

Yakov: "You are different from us. We don't have your courage and broad mind. At that time, people in Yebao were really panicked, especially on the day when Prosen's cannon hit the palace. Many people began to secretly make Prosen's flags, and then the judges began to arrest people all over the street and shot those who embroidered Prosen's flags on the street.

"Then you won the battle and paraded so many prisoners through the streets. It was then that many people began to have some confidence in victory. It was you who gave us the courage."

Wang Zhong looked at Yakov and did not see any flattery on the young man's face. He really thought so.

"Was the situation so dangerous?" Wang Zhong said, "I only saw some descriptions in the report, but what I learned from paper is not enough. No one around me would tell me this."

Yakov: "Everyone around you must have been influenced by you and thought you would win. But I was just a small staff officer in the headquarters who drew maps. My girlfriend was also studying accounting at that time and knew nothing.

"She joined the women's labor camp, digging trenches outside the city, and Plossen's planes came and killed many of her companions, and then a surrenderist came and shouted, "Surrender, there is no hope."

"When she told me this later, I really felt..." Yakov suddenly closed his mouth and frowned.

Wang Zhong: "I won't tell the judge. In other words, since I'll protect you, the judge won't make things difficult for you."

Yakov: “I see.”

After a brief pause, he asked cautiously, "Did you think we would win from the beginning?"

"Yes." Wang Zhong nodded. After all, as a time traveler, he had already seen the result on Earth.

Yakov looked even more respectful. "You are amazing. Last year, I thought that if I had the chance, I would definitely work in your headquarters, but my transfer application was always rejected, and I thought I would never have the chance again.

"I never thought that I could become your adjutant now. It's unimaginable."

Wang Zhong: "A person's destiny depends not only on his own efforts but also on his own efforts..."

He was about to recite a famous quote when Nellie came in pushing a cart.

Nellie: "I went to the cooking team and got some leftovers to make a pot. Let's just eat it. Also, I found that the cooking team has something strange."

Then she took out a plate of French fries.

That shape should be French fries.

Wang Zhong was puzzled when he remembered that there were people from the United Kingdom stationed here.

It seems nothing strange to have French fries?

Out of curiosity, Yakov picked up a French fry and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, why is it so soft? It doesn't taste very good."

It must have become soft because it has been stored for too long, Wang Zhong thought.

He didn't like limp fries either, so he picked up the empty plate, made himself a plate of stew, added some sour cream, and started to eat.

Yakov ate another French fry and continued to shake his head, "Well this weird thing is no good, it feels like fried potatoes."

You guessed it, Yakov Davarishi!

Yakov no longer cared about the limp fries and also finished a plate of stew.

After just two bites, he said, "This stew isn't as good as the one my wife makes."

Wang Zhong glanced at Nellie and said quickly, "I think this is the most delicious stew! Maybe it's because I'm hungry - no, it's delicious even if I'm not hungry! It's really delicious."

He began to rave about stew.

Yakov understood what was going on and nodded quickly: "Just now I... only tasted the top notes! Yes, the top notes! Now the bottom notes are here. Sure enough, this stew tastes even better."

It has top notes and base notes, but it’s not perfume! Wang Zhong thought.

Nellie: "I didn't put any perfume in it, so where do the top and bottom notes come from?"

Wang Zhong: "Aftertaste! This is called aftertaste!"

"Yes, yes, it tastes sweet!" Yakov agreed repeatedly.

Nellie shook her head. "What do you want for supper tomorrow? Tell me first."

Wang Zhong: "I love everything you cook! It's Yakov who is blind and doesn't like it! I will eat it tomorrow."

Nellie stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds and smiled slightly.

Wang Zhong: "Ah, you laughed."

Nellie: "It's because of the moonlight."

is it?

Wang Zhong decided not to think about it too much.

At this time Yakov said: "So that's it, the rumors are true! You really had an affair with the maid... uh, sorry."

Wang Zhong: "Yakov, do you know that my adjutant must master a skill?"

Yakov: "What is it? A drawing? Or something else?"

Wang Zhong: "It's to dig out manure. Gregory!"

The senior sergeant opened the door and came in: "Here."

Wang Zhong pointed at Yakov and said, "Teach him how to dig out manure tomorrow."

Gregory laughed: "Only people with big mouths can become your adjutant, General? Okay, you should learn this skill tomorrow."

Nellie: "Learn well. Then I won't have to clean the general's toilet."

So when Vasily wasn't cleaning out the manure, it was you, Nellie, who did it?

Suddenly I felt like letting Vasily do it all the time!
(In the distant Yeburg, Vasily sneezed countless times.)
Wang Zhong finished the food on the plate with joy, burped with satisfaction, and then felt tired.

It seemed that the first night in Abawahan would pass like this.

(End of this chapter)