artillery arc

Chapter 682 Rokossov’s legend continues

August 8, 11 o'clock in the morning, in the capital of Ant, Saint Catherine Castle.

Wang Zhong parked his car in front of the Equipment Review Committee building, but before he opened the door, a woman rushed up with a child in her arms.

"Saint!" the woman shouted, "My son has been in poor health. Please bless him!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the child. Even with his limited experience, he could tell that the child had a high fever, which made him embarrassed: "You should go to the hospital. I don't have this kind of 'special ability'."

Woman: "The doctor treated him and he got better, but it was useless. He had a high fever three times this year."

"This..." Wang Zhong looked at the child's expectant eyes and suddenly remembered a case he had heard in a psychology class he took in college to get elective credits. It was about a cancer patient who was only supposed to live for three months, but because of the placebo effect created by a doctor's words, he actually lived for half a year.

So he said, "I can bless this young man, but you must promise to take him to the hospital and see a doctor."

"I will!" the woman nodded.

Wang Zhong was worried and stressed: "I am a saint of the secular school. We secular people value science."

Religion emphasizes science. If you think about it carefully, this statement has some philosophical meaning! It can be extended to the big question of "Is science a religion?"

Wang Zhong couldn't care less at this time. He just wanted the woman to take the child to the hospital as soon as possible, so he stared into her eyes and said, "If you don't go to the hospital and only believe in the power of God, that would be a blasphemy to me, and my blessing is doomed to be ineffective! Do you understand?"

This time the woman swallowed hard and said firmly: "I will take him to see a doctor, absolutely!"

So Wang Zhong put his hand on the child's already hot forehead and said, "Alexander Nikolayevich, I hope you grow up like a man, with a strong body and an indomitable will. I hope you will fight tenaciously until the last moment no matter what disease you face."

After saying this, Wang Zhong withdrew his hand, only to find that the child's mother's eyes were wide open.

Woman: "I haven't told you his name yet!"

In fact, Wang Zhong did it on purpose. After all, the strength of the placebo effect depends on the listener's degree of trust in the speaker.

So Wang Zhong used a plug-in to cheat, looked at the child's name, and showed some "divine power" a little.

He regretted it immediately.

The woman drew a sign on her chest and knelt down with her child in her arms: "It's a miracle! It's a miracle!"

At this time, everyone on the street noticed this side, and all their eyes were fixed on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong was embarrassed: "I just said it subconsciously because the name suddenly flashed through my mind. Don't make a fuss about it."

This was even more incredible, as the woman shouted, “Saint Andrew told you your name!”

Wang Zhong: "Uh, no, this may be quantum entanglement, understand? Quantum entanglement exceeds the speed of light, so the knowledge in my future self's mind appears in my past self's mind."

——What the hell am I talking about!

Wang Zhong suddenly felt very fortunate that he had read a lot of science fiction novels. Now he could read them with ease.

He continued: "In this way, the information in my mind forms a loop, a Möbius strip that will never end -"

When talking about the Möbius strip, a short film that had been very brainwashing to Wang Zhong before he traveled through time flashed through his mind. The main content was a pumpkin head dancing.

Could the fact that the world of my hometown appears in flashbacks from time to time also be a form of quantum entanglement?
The woman was already intimidated by Wang Zhong's continuous use of high-sounding terms, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I understand! The general is indeed very talented, I am very grateful!"

After saying this, she pressed the child's head and was about to salute Wang Zhong, but was stopped by Wang Zhong.

"Don't do that, ma'am. I'm a secular saint. If you kneel down to me, it will have a bad influence." Wang Zhong pulled the woman and the child up and said, "Vassily, drive them to the hospital."

"Yes!" Vasily said loudly.

This little episode ended just like that. Wang Zhong watched Vasily's car disappear at the intersection, and then looked around.

The onlookers were all whispering, and you could guess what they were saying with your toes.

The tavern in Yebao must be lively tonight.

Wang Zhong sighed and walked up the steps to the Equipment Review Committee.

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In the chairman's office, Lady of State Gabrielle had already sorted out a pile of documents waiting to be processed.

Wang Zhong couldn't help but ask when he saw the document: "Is there no one on the committee who makes decisions when I'm not here?"

"Yes." Gabriel answered immediately, "During the time you were away, we released another demand and held two approval meetings. A total of six new equipment were put into trial production, and one new equipment was finalized."

Wang Zhong: "What has been finalized?"

Although Gabrielle was a state lady who knew nothing about military affairs, she had obviously done her homework and answered immediately: "The T70 light tank aims to utilize the production line of the previous BT series of light tanks to build some light tanks that can be used."

Wang Zhong: "Light tanks are really good for suppressing enemy infantry and half-tracks. Especially in the next six months, there will be a relatively large gap in the replenishment of tanks in Proson. The main task of our armored forces is probably not to fight the enemy armored forces, but to kill a large number of infantry."

Mrs. Gabriella: "The army officers in charge of approval think so too." Wang Zhong felt relieved. Whether it was the school or the equipment committee, they could still operate normally without him and meet the various needs of the Ant Army.

"Since the army officers agree with me, can we hand over all these documents to them?" Wang Zhong asked tentatively.

Mrs. Gabriella exudes the majesty of a class teacher, which is quite oppressive to Seres men of Wang Zhong's age.

Now Ms. Gabriella pushed up her glasses, and that temperament suddenly came up: "These have been streamlined and must be handled by you. Some documents have been delayed for three months. Is it okay if this continues to affect our military's combat effectiveness?"

Wang Zhong could only sigh, sit down at his desk and open the first document.

"On the production finalization evaluation and naming of the new medium tank"

Wang Zhong suddenly became interested and opened it and quickly read through it.

The report, written by a group of experts from the Ordnance Bureau, pointed out a series of problems with the new medium tank, such as the high failure rate of the new gearbox. However, it also believed that the combat effectiveness improvement brought by the new tank should not be ignored, and that the new tank should be used to replace the T34 as soon as possible to reduce the excessive casualties of the armored forces.

The overall casualty rate of the Ant armored forces was very high, especially the armored forces of several fronts that did not receive enough new tanks. Some tank brigades had only two tanks left, with more than half of the crews killed, and the rest lying in the hospital with injuries.

The Army urgently needs to use equipment to make up for the gap in the quality of armored troops on both sides.

Perhaps this demand influenced the expert group's final judgment. In any case, they signed and agreed to the mass production of the new medium tank.

However, the production model of the new medium tank has not yet been decided, and it is obvious that it is waiting for Wang Zhong to make the final decision.

Wang Zhong picked up a pen and annotated the document: "It is recommended that the production model number of the new tank be T54. May 5th of each year is Youth Day, a festival for us young tank soldiers, so it is appropriate to use this as the production model number of the tank."

After writing, he signed his name, picked up the red seal on the table, and slammed it heavily on the signature.

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While Wang Zhong was working hard, at the Rokossov Manor, Lyudmila was preparing for her trip to Balas.

"Although I really want to wear a military uniform," Lyudmila looked at herself in the mirror, "but there should be balls in diplomatic occasions, so I need to bring a dress and clothes. My dresses are all old, all pre-war court styles. I heard that simple evening gowns are popular now. Can I find a tailor in Yebao to help me modify my dress?"

Nellie: "I went to ask yesterday. The tailors are now helping to make military uniforms and other supplies. They don't have time to make evening gowns. But it's becoming popular for young ladies in the city to modify their own dresses according to the fashion magazines sent from the United States."

Lyudmila: "What kind of magazine?"

Nellie snapped her fingers, and a maid immediately brought it up: "This kind of magazine, ma'am."

Lyudmila took the magazine and looked at the girl on the cover with her skirt blown up by the wind. She opened her mouth slightly and said, "Ah? Who is this..."

Nellie: "Now this magazine is very popular among the officers who come back from the front to Yeburg for vacation. It can be exchanged for 25 kilograms of doctor sausage on the black market."

Lyudmila: "The black market has not been cracked down by the Inquisitor?"

Nellie: "Madam, there are always people who don't want to eat so much sausage and caviar and want to change something. I think the Inquisitors should have acquiesced to the existence of the black market."

Lyudmila nodded and stared at the girl on the cover.

"What's her name?"

"My name seems to be something like Monroe."

"Nelly, do you think Alyosha would be happy with me dressed like this?"

Nellie thought about it and nodded seriously: "I think he will!"

Lyudmila: "Okay, then I'll make a dress like this myself! Look around your old dress to see if there's anything you can modify."

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At the same time, Summer Palace.

Olga looked at General Turgenev, who had a serious expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The general placed a document in front of Olga.

Olga exclaimed when she saw the title: "You're going to make yourself a marshal? I thought you wouldn't do such a thing!"

General Turgenev: "Because I am going to retire, my majesty. If I don't become a marshal again, I will have no chance. After I retire, you must take good care of yourself, your majesty. Belinsky is not a good person, and those nobles are even more unreliable. Only your brother is a wall that can stop the wind."

Olga signed her name at the end of the general's promotion document, then stood up and handed it to him: "Don't worry, I have thought it through. I am still the Tsar now to avoid confusion caused by the change of leadership. When the war is over, I will find the right time to end the Tsarism."

The old marshal nodded, and the corners of his usually serious face curled up slightly: "Very good. As for the new Minister of Military Affairs, the person in this position cannot command the troops on the front line for a long time, so Marshal Rokossov is not suitable. I think Rokossov's Chief of Staff Pavlov is very suitable, but the three of them have cooperated very smoothly, and they should not be separated."

Olga: "Just recommend someone. I trust the person you recommend."

The old commander nodded with satisfaction and saluted Olga: "Well, Your Majesty, although it will take two months for me to officially retire, I will say goodbye first. Goodbye, my lovely Majesty."

(End of this chapter)