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 over the sky to create an atmosphere, but there was none.

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

Reporter Mike: "It's a pity that there is no red flag as the background, and there is no plane flying over the sky. The composition may not be so perfect."

As a result, the photographer shook his head: "No, it's perfect. I used a building full of bullet holes as the background, which is 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 scheduled to greet Wang Zhong.

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

Wang Zhong: "Enter the city from the place where the fierce battle was before? I did think about it, but... you see, we retreated from this side that year, and now we come in from this side. I also took a look at the second-generation No. 422 tank I commanded."

Wang Zhong looked at BT.

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

Wang Zhong: "No need, you see, the houses around are almost all destroyed, just build a square here, make a pedestal and put the tank on it."

Bishop: "Okay, you decide."

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

Vassily: "You also asked for this in Agsukov, what is the meaning of this?"

Wang Zhong: "If you don't plant flowers, no one will come to see it unless it is a memorial day. If there are flowers, every time people pass by here, they will sigh 'what beautiful flowers'."

Filipov looked at Vasily and took out something from his pocket: "Vassily, I found a souvenir, give it to you."

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

"Yes, I got it from the fake minefield you made, keep it as a souvenir." Filipov said.

Vasily smiled and looked at the lid: "Great, we buried the fake landmine together back then, now he should be awarded a medal."

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

Everyone laughed, and the people around were whispering: "What brand of pickles?"

"I didn't hear it clearly, let's ask later."

"You are stupid, there should be lids of canned pickles in the ground, just pick one up and it's over."

Wang Zhong took the lid from Vasily and held it high: "It's the 'Spray Forest' brand pickles! It's my favorite pickle! Their lids are of very good quality, and they are placed in the ground to disguise mines. The Proson people can't see through it at all!"

The people also laughed, and the air was full of joy.

Vasily: "I can foresee that the pickles in the supply and marketing cooperative will be out of stock. Maybe they will be sold at a high price in 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, let's go 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 on the jeep.

The jeep drove into the factory building and stopped in front of the main building full of bullet holes.

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

The beginning of the poem seemed to be "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, who is holding the colorful streamers dancing in the sky", so he looked up, but found 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 immediately.

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

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

Filipov: "When the enemy really broke into the factory and started fighting with us, you were already commanding the tanks."

Vassily suddenly imitated Pavlov's tone: "'You only know how to drive your little tank'!"

Filipov was a little confused: "What?"

"Chief of Staff Pavlov often slanders the marshal like this."

Filipov: "Is that so."

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

Vassily 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: "Filipov, don't say discouraging words, the Prosen people are already at the end of their strength. The veterans all feel that the combat effectiveness of the Prosen people is declining, and the number of new recruits is increasing.

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

Vassily: "And you are under the command of the marshal, and the marshal's troops have always had a lower casualty rate than other troops."

Filipov nodded: "I just said just in case, understand, Vasily, just in case."

Vassily: "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 the poetry collection, do you have it?"

Filipov shook his head like a rattle.

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and strode into the factory building.

Many plants have grown in the dilapidated building, and some small animals fled in fear when everyone entered the door.

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

"No need to preserve this." Wang Zhong said, "There are battlefields like this all over the country. Can we preserve them all? There is already a monument to commemorate the Battle of Loktov, which is enough. We will demolish this place 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!"

Vassily immediately took out the notebook in which Wang Zhong recorded the sacrificed classmates from his briefcase and handed it to Wang Zhong. "This book contains the names of the victims 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 wrote down their names! You should know that in the past two years of the Patriotic War, many people's names have been unknown."

Wang Zhong: "Their names are unknown, but their achievements will last forever. When the time comes, a monument will be built in Yebao specifically for these people, and a flame that will never go out will be lit."

"Is that so."

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

"I remember this corridor. Going forward is the regiment headquarters at that time."

Vassily: "Yes, it is here. The artillery telescope is placed in front of the window. Then at this position, the enemy rushed in, and Yegorov personally commanded the machine gun mounted here."

After he finished speaking, Filippov added: "General Yegorov has also been here. He specifically looked at the position of this machine gun. You can see that the big footprint next to it is his."

Wang Zhong looked at the big footprint pointed out by Filippov and smiled: "He is here too, why didn't he take photos and videos?"

"He said that this is for you, and he can't steal your limelight." Filippov said.

"Huh, this Yegorov, who is obviously so much older than me, is still like a child."

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

Filippov: "General Yegorov also walked here with his hands behind his back, and his movements were exactly the same."

Wang Zhong: "Really? I understand why he did this. When I pace here, I seem 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 the artillery fire of Prosen.

"When the bombardment came, we could only lie on the ground and pray that the artillery fire would pass quickly.

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

Vasily: "The gun had no shells in the end, so we used it as bait to deceive the direct fire of the Proson tank, and finally the gun carriage was blown crooked."

He turned his head and asked the local bishop: "Did you find the 76mm gun nearby? We were too embarrassed when we retreated, so we didn't take it away. It's a cultural relic, and the workers collected it with parts!"

The bishop shook his head: "No. In fact, the weapon wreckage left here has basically been recovered by the Proson people, and they want to reuse it. Only tanks that are more difficult to recycle are left."

Wang Zhong: "It seems that the Proson people are not in a good situation either."

The bishop smiled and said: "Yes, at the end of last year, they were scraping the land in the city. The metallurgical engineers in the guerrillas speculated that the Proson people's rare metal supply may have problems."

Wang Zhong remembered that the Sandezi on Earth 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 period was that they lacked rare metals and the armor quality was too low, so they had to be thickened.

"Look," Wang Zhong looked at Filipov, "We have discovered another weakness of the Prosens! Their fate is over!"

Filipov nodded silently.

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute!"

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

"Yes, they are veterans who have participated in the battle since the fall."

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

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

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

"Of course I remember," the engineer held Wang Zhong's hand, "I was in the battle of the Crusaders to besiege Loktov, and I saw you riding on a tank and rushing towards the enemy. Later, I heard that you died. Reznov, who led us at the time, said: 'It seems that the general died, but we can at least get the 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?"

"Yeah, I'm the only one left. Most of the people died after that. When the Prosens entered the city, they deliberately massacred the Skitarii. They would kill them even if they surrendered.

“In front of the wall next to the church, they forcibly killed hundreds or even thousands of Skitarii on the grounds that we were not regular troops, did not wear military uniforms, and were spies and guerrillas.

"Those of us who hid escaped unscathed. Then everyone discussed that since the Proscenians have treated us as guerrillas, let's treat us as guerrillas!

"At that time, many priests and clergy also lurked and established underground dioceses. Under the leadership of the dioceses, we persisted in fighting and finally got 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 and continue fighting, but they said I was an engineer and wanted 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 young men. They are all top-notch warriors who have been fighting the enemy behind enemy lines for more than a year! Comrade Marshal, please lead them into Prosonia!"

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

Engineer: "Now some people say that we will cease the war after we have regained all the land and let the boys go home. I say screw it. They are domineering in our homeland. Now they want to cease the war after leaving our homeland. Where can anything be so cheap!

"If you ask me, we should fight back to their land. Whatever they did to us, we will do the same!

"I know this is wrong, but I still can't help but think like this. Everyone here has friends and relatives who died under the butcher's knife of the Prossen people. If we don't kill them back, we can't accept it!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, there will be no truce, never! I promise you in the name of the saints that we will break into Prosonia, capture the culprit of all this alive, and let him face justice!"

"Not to mention anything else, I also have a lot of blood debts that I have to settle with Emperor Prosen!"

After a brief silence, he repeated: "Many, many bloodsheds."

Filipov's expression was serious: "Yes, blood debt."

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

Sergeant Major Gregory smoked a cigarette carelessly: "I have always dreamed of entering Prosonia, but I haven't slept with the Prosin girls yet."

Wang Zhong: "Sergeant Major! It depends on the occasion."

After a brief silence, everyone burst out laughing.