Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong originally went to the medal ceremony first according to the schedule.

When the results arrived, I was informed that the church had interfered with the investiture ceremony and directly postponed the ceremony to the morning of August 13th.

The Tsar's agent, the Crown Princess, who was originally scheduled to attend the investiture ceremony, also had other commitments and was temporarily unable to attend.

Wang Zhong, who was let go, could only turn around and go to the music audition.

Lyudmila was very happy: "This is just like driving in Ye Castle. Although I know it's not good to say this, it is a war era, but...it is so fun to drive."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's like playing cards between battles. It's harmless."

"You were against the ball yesterday!" Lyudmila said. "I was obviously prepared, but it was all in vain!"

Wang Zhong could only look to the side.

At this time, Gregory, who was driving, braked and turned around and said, "The Grand Theater is here. The address on the invitation is here."

Lyudmila asked curiously: "Gregory, why are you so familiar with the place name of Yebao?"

Gregory: "Because I am tall, I served in the Yeburg Royal Guard Regiment for the first time, and was later assigned to the Third Amur Regiment. When I was in the guard regiment, I basically covered the terrain of Yeburg. Ripe."

Wang Zhong: "Then I can count on you in street fighting in Yebao from now on."

Lyudmila was shocked: "Will it develop into street fighting in Yebao?"

Wang Zhong: "I don't know. Anything can happen on the battlefield. However, the basic judgment remains unchanged. The mud and harsh winter will weaken the Prossen people, and we will push back part of the front in the winter. But the war will still continue."

As he said this, he got out of the car and turned to Lyudmila's side as quickly as possible.

Lyudmila originally wanted to get out of the car by herself, but seeing Wang Zhong turn around, she smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to give her fiancé a chance.

After Wang Zhong helped her out of the car, he held her hand and walked toward the theater. Gregory directly handed the car to the waiter who came over, and followed the two of them with a submachine gun on his arm.

The Grand Theater has a row of Roman-style columns, which look very majestic and majestic up close, but Wang Zhong’s only idea was to place a machine gun somewhere to block the entire staircase.

It is estimated that this symptom will not get better until the end of the war.

When he reached the top of the steps and looked at the entrance of the Grand Theater, Wang Zhong looked around: "Why is no one coming to greet us?"

"Okay, you gave someone a hard time last night, and they will give you a hard time today. You don't want to rush in with your gun drawn, do you? Don't do this. I suggested you not to come from the beginning, as if this invitation does not exist. But you If you want to review the music, you still have to come, so just bear with it.”

Lyudmila's words directly suppressed Wang Zhong's inner impulse. He smiled at the girl, hugged her and walked inside.

As he approached the door, a group of maids suddenly appeared, opened the door and bowed to Wang Zhong: "General Rokossov, welcome to the Grand Theater."

Wang Zhong was confused: "Are you here to greet me? Aren't you trying to show me off? What's the purpose of this?"

Then Princess Olga came out.

Wang Zhong and Lyudmila were both stunned.

Crown Princess: "The Palace Manager asked me to attend this selection meeting to show that the royal family attaches great importance to this event. I saw that the awarding of honors was cancelled, so I came over happily."

Lyudmila: "You came here even though the awarding of honors was cancelled? Your Highness, you will meet Alyosha in all your activities today?"

"No, this is the last event where I will meet him. I can't go to your officers' dinner tonight." The Crown Princess smiled slightly.

Wang Zhong forcibly changed the subject: "Why was the award ceremony cancelled?"

"The church said it wanted to modify the military flag and title awarded to your unit, so it stopped the ceremony." Olga paused and changed the question, "I heard that you scolded the band leader last night? That he composed it for you. Is music the sound of overwhelming music?”

"Yes, has it all spread to the palace?"

"Because the band leader later went to a club frequented by people in the music industry and complained fiercely. They also made fun of the melody you composed, saying it was rubbish. What song is it? Can you let me listen to it?"

Wang Zhong was about to answer when Lyudmila grabbed the opportunity and said, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Your Highness. It's not good for us to be blocking the door like this now."

"You're right." Olga smiled slightly, "Then let's go in."

She turned around and walked along the theater's main corridor.

Wang Zhong wanted to follow, but Lyudmila grabbed him. He waited for all the maids of the Crown Princess to catch up before following the maid.

"This is only in line with etiquette." Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear, "I'm not jealous."

Wang Zhong: "If you are jealous, I will be happier, really."

"Then I am." Lyudmila said, "Are you happy?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yeah!...No, no, no, I'm not happy, I don't dare to be happy."

Entering the Grand Theater, I found that the auditorium was filled with celebrities from Yebao - or celebrities on the surface.

They were paying tribute to Crown Princess Olga.

Lyudmila dragged Wang Zhong and quietly walked aside.

A waiter came to guide the way: "General Rokossov? Your position is here."

The waiter guided Wang Zhong and his party to the edge of the auditorium: "Because the invitation to you is a temporary decision, I can only sit here."

Wang Zhong: "Let me sit in this position. Sometimes if my voice cannot be heard by the people on the stage, I will choose to fire. Does it really matter?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Don't worry, the acoustic design of the theater is very advanced. You just need to raise your chin slightly and speak to the wall, and your voice will be very clear throughout the theater. Just like now."

At this time, many people looked over here.

But most people didn't mean to come over to shake hands-

A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman walked over side by side with an old scholar in his early 40s wearing a monocle.

The gentleman handed over his business card: "I am Oshanin, the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Ante Modern Music", and the one next to me is Professor Vladimir Bradsky."

The professor said: "Professor of the Department of Music at Yeburg University, I have a small question, Prince Rokossov, is there a young man named Vasily Vladimirovich Bradsky in your army?"

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. He had forgotten Vasily's full name, but the person in front of him was a music professor, and he happened to match it, so he opened his mouth to confirm: "Do you have a bad relationship with your son?"

"I think he should be a composer, but he ran to join the army!"

Good guy, it's matched.

Wang Zhong: "Vassily is indeed in my army. Because he is familiar with the Proson language, he is responsible for monitoring the Proson people's radio communications. Do you need me to bring your letter to him?"

"No, no, the editor next to you received an expedited letter from Shostka at noon. Do you have any clues?"

Wang Zhong frowned, thinking that Vasily might have written the song and sent it to Editor Oshanin, right?

But I only hummed the melody in front of Vasily. Could it be that I sang the lyrics subconsciously?

Wang Zhong: "I hummed a tuneless melody in front of him, maybe this inspired his music creation."

If "The Holy War" was really written by Vasily, Wang Zhong would not mind signing Vasily's name. After all, this thing was not his original work. He was just a porter.

And he only brought a tune. Vasily was able to make it into a song. That was awesome. It's not too much for him to sign his name. If he also wrote the lyrics, he should be signed even more.

The professor shook his head, "No, no, I know that kid too well. He would never give up his credit if it was his. He signed the name of the composer as you, so it must be you. He wrote the lyrics as Filippov. Do you know this Filippov?"

Wang Zhong: "He is a good brother he met in the military academy. The two survived the brutal defense of Loktov and the Orach blocking battle."

The professor hesitated and said, "They have such talents. Can they be transferred back to Yebao to be responsible for music creation? Boosting morale is also a very important job."

Wang Zhong: "Then you have to talk to Vasily yourself. Shostka is still safe at the moment. The enemy is about 100 kilometers away. You can go and see him."

The professor frowned, "No! I will never go to see him! Unless he comes to admit his mistake to me!"

Good guy, the father and son are a bit alike.

At this time, Lyudmila said, "Don't let stubbornness turn into regret. You should go and see him."

The professor obviously hesitated.

At this time, the orchestra leader shouted from afar: "Sir Oshanin, the audition is about to begin, please come quickly!"

Oshanin said loudly: "Okay. However, dear orchestra leader, I request to change the audition order. We have a program that we just rehearsed and want to perform."

The orchestra leader looked embarrassed.

At this time, Vladimir Bradsky said: "I support changing the audition order. This song deserves it!"

Nonsense, it's the Holy War.

But Bradsky's next sentence was: "After all, it was composed by the war hero Rokossov, and it is real music from the battlefield!"

After saying this, the whole venue was suddenly filled with a buzz. I can only say that the acoustic design of this theater is really awesome, and whispering suddenly became like a vegetable market.

The orchestra leader frowned: "This... we have a process. If you want to add undeclared music, it is not in compliance with the regulations. It is not good to squeeze it in front of everyone..." At this time, Olga, who was sitting in the royal box, said: "I think it's okay. If you just add it in the front, the other procedures don't need to change at all, just postpone it. Besides, Mr. Orchestra Leader, if General Rokossov's music is really so unbearable, wouldn't it be better to show it to everyone first? Then the general will not be able to make comments later!" The musicians looked at each other. Lyudmila whispered in Wang Zhong's ear: "She is still so on your side, Your Highness." Wang Zhong was sweating profusely. At this time, the orchestra leader sighed: "Since Editor-in-Chief Oshanin and Professor Bradsky are so praised, let's listen to it first. This is music from the battlefield."