Chapter 102 It Turns Out that It Is Not the Crown Prince’s Credit (5,000 Monthly Tickets Plus More)

Wang Zhong was thinking about the future, and Lyudmila pulled his sleeve.

He turned his head to look at the girl, but the girl pouted in the direction of his gaze.

Wang Zhong looked in the direction of her gaze in confusion, and then saw a short and fat version of himself.

Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov looked okay overall, mainly because he exercised enough.

The person in front of him was actually about the same height as him, but because the overall tonnage had expanded a lot and weight management failed seriously, he looked short and fat.

The high EQ statement is: solid and honest.

But even though there was such a big difference in body shape, Wang Zhong still had the feeling of "Oh my God, he looks like me."

So even without looking at the name, Wang Zhong knew that this person should be his relative.

He glanced at the name: Brigadier General Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov, Duke Rokosov.

He shook off Pietro's hand: "I will not leave my troops. I will fight until I completely defeat Proson, turn Prosonnia into a ruin, wash my tracks with the blood of Emperor Proson, and then eat pickles on his table."

In other words, this person may be his brother, the first heir, so he is also called the Duke-although he has not actually inherited.

Everything made sense.

The surrounding dandies obviously misunderstood Wang Zhong's words, thinking that he was the usual bragging, and whistled.

Thinking of a way in the headquarters, it is indeed possible to give some hints to the people below to let them send troops.

...Hmm? Did you send KV1 No. 67?

...Hmm?

Pietro looked at Wang Zhong, quickened his pace and walked over, opening his arms: "My dear brother! Alyosha!"

But Pietro looked at Wang Zhong with an expression of disbelief, staring at Wang Zhong: "You...what's wrong with you? No, no, for the sake of the front-line troops, you should go to the logistics department, and go to those departments that manage unimportant materials, such as the warehouse for storing and distributing pickles... Oh, you want to go here, right? That can be arranged!"

No wonder there was only one KV1 to support, it turned out that the people guarding Bogdanovka at that time just found some reinforcements to deal with the upper.

But why, according to Pietro's statement, he couldn't directly order the troops below? And how could he, a brigadier general in Agsukov, give orders to the troops in Bogdanovka? He couldn't control that, right?

As soon as Wang Zhong's doubts arose, they were immediately solved: Because Pietro was too fat before, Wang Zhong could only notice his front and ignored the staff armband on his shoulder.

Could it be that what prompted everyone to act at that time had nothing to do with the nobles, but the belief in saving the nation?

Wang Zhong's favorability towards the people of Ante increased by 1000 points.

Wang Zhong was hugged so hard that his chest almost ruptured.

Based on the father's name of Konstantinovich, Wang Zhong judged that this person had the same father as himself. The nobles of the Ante Empire had a tradition that the first-line heir would be given a nominal title even if he did not actually inherit the territory.

Pietro: "I have already made arrangements with the personnel department and will transfer you to the logistics department immediately!"

Pietro held Wang Zhong's hand: "It's good that you are back! My father and I only hope that you are safe. You don't have to brag so much!"

Are you going to murder your brother, fat man!

After Pietro let go of Wang Zhong, he was still very excited, and his mouth trembled when he spoke - it was not because Wang Zhong looked carefully, but because this guy was fat, and the small tremor was immediately obvious after being magnified by fat.

Wang Zhong frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him with an unbelievable look. What about the Western nobles who promised to protect the people? Not only did he transfer his bloodline back at this time of national crisis, but he also said it in public without any care?

What would the sons of the civilians who died for the country think?

The sense of separation he just felt came again.

Wang Zhong thought of the brave crusaders who died when defending Loktov, as well as the men, women, old and young who took active actions.

Although this guy has the rank of brigadier general, he is probably a senior staff officer of the front staff.

Pietro: "When the choir received the news that you were in danger in Upper Peniye, I quickly tried every means to hint to the people below to send you reinforcements. I don't know what they sent. I was relieved until I received the news that you arrived in Bogdanovka..."

Wang Zhong: "No, I say it again, I will not leave the front line, I will not give up the soldiers who fought with me! I will fight with them until the day when Proson is finally defeated!"

Pietro smiled: "Don't be like this, look at your soldiers, they must have had enough of you! Uh..."

Pietro looked at the soldiers of the Rokosov battle group lined up on the platform, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, Lyudmila said: "Pietro Konstantinovich, he is no longer the same as yesterday."

Pietro looked at his brother again, and seemed to finally feel the temperament of his blood relative that was completely different from the past, until he saw Bucephala who was tucking Wang Zhong's hair.

Bucephala: "Whew (tremolo)~~~~"

Wang Zhong silently pushed the horse's head away.

Pietro: ...

Then Pietro decided to ignore this overly abrupt scene, he cleared his throat: "So... you won't tell me that you really commanded the troops to fight and got the recognition of the troops?"

Wang Zhong: "What do you think? My dear brother!"

Pietro: "So... you mean, you really destroyed 600 Plossen tanks?"

Wang Zhong was choked and almost couldn't hold it in. He cleared his throat: "That's not the case. But there are still 100 tanks, and I personally commanded the tanks to kill 20 of them.

"I also personally commanded my No. 422 tank to kill the enemy's 15th Armored Division Commander Major General Randolph-now he may have been promoted twice to become a general."

The dandies behind Pietro looked at each other, obviously they couldn't accept that "that" Alyosha became a real iron-blooded soldier.

Pietro was obviously a little confused, he covered his mouth: "This... My father and I thought that the battle report was all flatterers' nonsense, or some capable officers under you made it, and you took it. We think it's the best way to transfer you to manage the pickle warehouse. "

Good fellow, it turns out that the father and the elder brother did not want the original owner to live in disgrace, but to make him cause less damage.

It seems that just as Lyudmila said, the Rokosov family is pretty good except Alyosha.

Pietro: "I want to discuss it with my father, but I don't think my father will believe that you have become a qualified soldier. In the end, you may still have to manage the warehouse..."

At this time, Vasily finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Brigadier General! Uh, Brigadier General Rokosov... uh..."

After this guy opened his mouth, he found that both brigadiers were "Rokosov".

After a brief hesitation, he said: "Fat Brigadier General! As long as we are stationed in the manor and let the Duke listen to our discussion, he will definitely know how much we trust the brigadier general... I mean, the thin brigadier general!"

Pietro took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face, and then said: "I will go back and tell my father. Oh my God, my father will definitely not believe it. I'm going to be scolded!

"But my father originally wanted your troops to be stationed in the manor. He felt that with a commander like you and such an outstanding unit, they must be treated well."

After saying that, Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov hurried away.

At this time, Crown Prince Ivan, who had been listening to the conversation between the two brothers' families, said: "I was wondering why I encountered so much resistance when I asked to promote you. It turns out that the Duke is interfering. But... did you really kill a major general named Proson?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, I saw him being killed by a high-explosive bomb with my own eyes."

"Oh... It's a bit amazing, you... You really became a war hero? How is it possible? Your score is lower than mine!"

Wang Zhong looked at the crown prince in confusion: "You don't believe that I became a war hero? Then why did you arrange heavy artillery and T34 for me?"

Ivan: "Ah, this is what Olga said, saying that giving you some parade professionals can make things more interesting, and the thing is that she borrowed my name, took my seal and ran away."

Wang Zhong frowned, and he immediately reacted that Ivan used female pronouns in his words.

In the Ante language, Olga is also a neutral name, which can be used by both men and women.

So the question is, who is this "Olga"?

It can't be the leader of the Tekkadan in Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans... That one is a man.

Lyudmila leaned close to Wang Zhong's ear and whispered: "Olga Nikolaevna Antonovna, the sister of the crown prince, the second heir. Because the current Majesty Nicholas V has no second son."

Crown Prince: "You even forgot Olga, she scolds you all day long! She said you are a stinking shit! As a result, after the battle report was sent to her from the front, I gave it to her with the mentality of teasing her, but she actually read it very seriously!

"Then she proposed to send you some sample equipment to make you look bad! ”

Good boy, I was wondering why the Crown Prince didn’t give me the impression that he was someone who could send me so many reinforcements. It turned out that it was Her Royal Highness the Princess who did it. And this idiot was still kept in the dark.

The Crown Prince was still saying: “How is it, are these parade equipments put to good use? When they appeared on the battlefield, were the Prosen people all shocked? I was going to send those handsome T35s over, after all, you liked T35 the most before, saying it was tall and mighty!

“In the end, Olga scolded me and sent you T34.

“This thing is not good, it looks very weak. T35 is still powerful!”

Wang Zhong said “Oh”, and then asked seriously: “Is Her Royal Highness Olga Nikolaevna Antonovna also in Agsukov now?”

“Of course not, Her Royal Highness the Queen forbids her to approach the front line. Now she gives speeches to soldiers in Saint Ekaterinburg every day, and distributes hot water by herself. My sister likes to act pretentiously, you know! "

Wang Zhong was shocked.

Her Royal Highness took her brother's seal and falsely passed on the order to send the technical equipment over... Now the crown prince is in Agsukov, which means that the equipment from the capital can't be counted on.

It seems that I have to persuade Duke Rokossov tonight. Since he can transfer his son, a playboy, to the warehouse area to distribute pickles, he can also assign troops to his son who has become a tough soldier.

He can't wait to meet this "father".

Wang Zhong turned his head and said to Yegorov: "Get ready to go and get to the manor as soon as possible."

Yegorov: "Uh, we don't know where your manor is."

Wang Zhong thought to himself, what a coincidence, I don't know either.

He silently pushed away Busifalas who was chewing his hair again and looked at Lyudmila.

Lyudmila: "I'll show you the way. You're all officers. You should understand it by pointing at the map."

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At this moment, on the third floor of the train station, in the mechanical room of the huge clock tower, the secular Patriarch Belinsky looked down at the platform, his eyes fixed on Rokosov.

Popov stood beside him respectfully, without saying a word.

Finally, Belinsky spoke: "He is indeed a soldier who is dedicated to saving the nation, but is he really willing to be with civilians as you said? There are also many noble officers who are willing to share the joys and sorrows with civilian soldiers. They regard that as the basic quality of excellent officers.

"How do you prove that this Rokosov is different from them?"

Popov: "Through observation, I think he is not the same as those nobles. Because of this, even civilians are willing to follow him, resist the invaders under his command, and even die bravely. "

Belinsky: "Well, we need to observe more. And he also needs to show more achievements. Just killing a major general and destroying hundreds of Proson tanks is not enough to prove anything.

"This war is a fight between two steel giants. We are much weaker, so we also need more capable commanders.

"At least we have to stop Proson's offensive this year and turn the situation from retreat to strategic stalemate, so that the United States and the United Kingdom will provide us with assistance."

Popov: "Your Highness, it's useless to talk to a brigade-level bishop like me about these things."

"I know, I know. I just want to say it to make you understand that this mission is very important."

At this time, the Rokosov battle group in the station began to move.

Belinsky: "Go down quickly, the church will do its best to replenish the battle group-I mean, if you don't mind replenishing aspiring young people who have nothing but courage and passion."

Popov: "Why not fill up the prayer hands and launchers for the arrow company of Deputy Knight Yetsemenko. "

Belinsky: "Well, this request can be met. Go back and wait for news."

The Patriarch waved his hand.

Popov saluted and turned to leave.

At this time, the bishops who were listening in the shadow of the gears came out, and one of them said: "One of the major beliefs of our secular faction is that there has never been a Messiah, or in other words, we ourselves, each of us, is the Messiah."

The Patriarch smiled: "Yes, that's why we have to find those capable people among the people. This is not contradictory, Bishop Chernyshevsky. It doesn't matter whether he is a nobleman or a steelworker. What matters is military talent. In order to stop the invasion of the Proson Demon, this is necessary!"

The Patriarch looked at the platform again, looking at those young faces that have become extremely resolute because of the tempering of blood and fire, and repeated softly: "This is necessary."