Chapter 710 Origin (6K)

A few more days passed.

On September 30, 916, Wang Zhong saw the city of Ronezh in the telescope.

Pavlov also came with him. After putting down the telescope, he sighed: "More than two years ago, I fully thought that I would die in the city of Roniezh. After all, we were in a state of total collapse at that time, and all friendly forces would be reduced to pieces. Then run backwards like crazy, or surrender in an organized manner.

"I thought your order to attack west was to let us die with dignity."

Wang Zhong: "I just tried to defy logic. The main reason for success is that the Prosen people are too rigid."

In fact, the main reason for success was the plug-in, which discovered the "gap" left by the enemy's advance too quickly and got out of it.

Pavlov: "Now that I think about it, it's really a narrow escape. Sitting in a captured truck and driving through the enemy group with headlights on. This action itself is legendary. As long as one Prosin looks at us more , it is possible to find that we are not wearing gray military uniforms.”

The color of Ant's military uniform is very different from that of Proson's military uniform, and they can be distinguished even at night. That day, none of the Prossenians thought that the convoy coming from the direction of the "motherland" with their headlights turned on was the enemy.

Vasily was speechless: "What a pity that I was not present for such an exciting thing!"

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder: "Just be content. If you were there, the grass on the grave might be one meter high."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the jeep parked at the bottom of the hillside: "We will follow the route we took back then and first go around to the enemy's military station in the west, and then turn around and enter the city."

"It's quite ceremonial," Popov said. "Reporter Mike and his photographer partner must be very happy."

Reporter Mike spread his hands: "In fact, the headlines I wrote recently have become less attractive because the content is the same. You go to the place where you fought in the past, recall the year, and then declare victory.

"Readers are tired of reading it. I think that in order to rekindle readers' interest, we need to have some passionate revenge plot that we people in the United States like.

"It's best to catch Officer Proson who let you go, or your defeated general, and have a passionate conversation with each other to get the reader's attention back again."

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you let us take Western swords and have a duel like knights?"

Reporter Mike was overjoyed: "This is great!"

What a fart! Wang Zhong had no experience in cold weapon combat, but Proson's old Junker definitely did. Unless he suddenly used a cavalry attack on Wang Zhong, there would be no way to fight him.

Reporter Mike smiled happily: "Actually, I would suggest using a Smith & Wesson revolver made by the United States for a duel. Readers will definitely like it very much."

Wang Zhong: “Are the main readers of your newspaper distributed in Texas and other states?”

“Not exactly, it’s quite popular in the Rust Belt,” reporter Mike replied.

Got it, your newspaper will support garbage truck driver Chuan Jianguo in the future.

While teasing, Wang Zhong came to the jeep.

Gregory, who was in the driving seat, saw him coming, put out his cigarette and started the car.

Wang Zhong got into the car and urged, "Move forward," without waiting for anyone else to get on the car.

The sergeant major stepped on the accelerator, and Pavlov's voice caught up from behind: "Don't be so hasty, this was an enemy-occupied area the day before yesterday. There might be landmines or stragglers here!"

Wang Zhong just waved his hand.

The jeep moved along the road. After walking for a while, Wang Zhong finally realized what he was doing and asked Gregory: "Is this the road we used to escape overnight?"

"Yes, General, you actually still remember!" Gregory praised, "I remember that you were groggy all the time because of your injury, right?"

Wang Zhong: "As a general, no matter how bad the situation is, you still have to remember the road. But I almost didn't recognize it. After all, the situation was so bad at the time and it was still night. Although we were moving forward with our headlights on, -"

His words suddenly stopped because he saw a large tree with leafy branches, and the branches were covered with corpses.

"Stop!" he shouted.

The car slowed down quickly and stopped next to a big tree.

Wang Zhong stood up and asked the fellow villagers under the tree: "What are the corpses hanging on this big tree?"

"An adulterer!" the fellow said, grinning. "The judge took people out of each house and arrested them, regardless of gender, and hung them all."

Wang Zhong looked up at Kazuki's body and thought it was a Christmas tree from a distance.

The fellow said again: "General, don't sympathize with them. Before you came, this tree was used to execute the guerrillas. Those good guys were betrayed by these traitors. They deserved it!"

"For example, this man burst into tears when the judge arrested him. He kept repeating, 'I know I was wrong,' but the judge said, 'You didn't know you were wrong, you knew you were going to die.'

"If you ask me, death is too cheap for them. We should first give these people the torture that the Prossen people inflicted on our young men, and then let them die."

As he spoke, the fellow spat at the corpse on the tree.

Wang Zhong: "Very good, let them hang it. But won't it cause infectious diseases?"

"It won't last too long." The fellow grinned. "A new batch will be delivered soon. By then, these will be cremated and their ashes will be scattered on the ground nearby. The priest said that the marshal who led them will I like to plant flowers in this kind of place. The ashes of these people will make the flowers look particularly beautiful.”

Wang Zhong smiled.

Vassily said beside him: "'At this moment, Marshal Rokossov silently made up his mind to add some more recognizable elements to the monotonous marshal's epaulettes.'"

Wang Zhong: "Don't spread rumors! Okay, Gregory, keep going."

As he sat down, the jeep started and drove away, leaving the fellow villagers in a mess in the smoke and exhaust.

————

The military station of the Plosson Imperial Army west of Roniezh was no longer what Wang Zhong remembered.

The "temporary distribution center" that was converted from ready-made buildings has been built into a reinforced concrete fortress.

"They actually built a concrete garage." Wang Zhong put his hands on his hips in front of the entrance of the building, "I'm afraid Urban can't knock this thing down with one shot, and he has to shoot three shots."

If Urban can't solve it, then he can only use the Pe-8 to drop a five-ton bomb from high altitude.

The commander of the military station came forward at a trot: "Comrade Marshal, why didn't you notify us when you came?"

Wang Zhong: "Because I don't want you to bother with any greeting, I just came to see the place where the battle took place. Did the Proson people completely demolish the original buildings?"

The commander of the military station looked embarrassed: "I haven't fought here, so I don't know what the original buildings look like. But according to the design information we seized, this military station should be brand new, so - I guess the old buildings you are looking for have all been demolished."

Wang Zhong nodded, turned back and explained to reporter Mike: "Back then, here, I saw the Proson people slaughtered a family of civilians and threw them into the cesspool, so I strengthened my determination to resist to the end."

Reporter Mike raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't you plan to resist to the end before?"

Indeed, before this, as a time traveler, Wang Zhong just wanted to escape with the beautiful woman he met, and then run as far as he could.

But Wang Zhong obviously couldn't say that here, so he smiled slightly: "Before, I only felt that resistance was my responsibility, but here, I found that resistance was my destiny.

"Here, I made up my mind to become the most terrible enemy of the Proson Empire. ”

Reporter Mike: "Is that so. To be honest, I personally like this interview. I understand the changes in your mentality step by step, and understand how you grow up to be what you are now, but our readers are ordinary people, they want to see more exciting things. "

Wang Zhong shrugged and climbed into the jeep again.

The commander of the military station was a little disappointed: "Are you leaving now? Won't you guide the work? We have cleared out space for 100 wagons of supplies and are ready to receive supplies at any time."

Wang Zhong: "100 wagons of space, how many supplies do we have now?"

"Not even a wagon. I heard that the troops in the front are already relying on the spontaneous assistance of the fellow villagers."

Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov who was sitting in the car behind.

"The railway will be open tomorrow, and there will be supplies." Pavlov said.

Wang Zhong said to the commander of the military station: "You heard it, there will be supplies tomorrow. Gregory, let's go! ”

————

As the jeep drove into the city, Wang Zhong found that many of the dilapidated buildings had been repaired.

Roniezh fell in the first week of the Prosen attack, and the Prosens spent a lot of time whitewashing the city.

The Ant Army had entered the city a long time ago, so the villagers in the city had long been accustomed to the military vehicles running on the road, and basically no one noticed Wang Zhong’s Marshal Star.

When the jeep turned the corner, Wang Zhong saw a woman holding a baby who might be less than one year old standing on the side of the road, with an empty iron fist in front of her.

The woman’s hair was shaved, and the remaining stubble formed the pattern of the Prosen military flag.

Obviously, she fell in love with a Prosen officer and gave birth to a Prosen child.

Vasily muttered: "Actually, they are also quite pitiful."

Wang Zhong: "If they are not punished at all, wouldn’t those girls who fight like men be worthless? When the Prosens came, they chose the easy way, and now they have to pay the price for their choice.

"We were relatively merciful. We only shaved her hair. In other places, she and her child might have been stoned to death."

For example, Bahara.

Vassily pursed his lips.

The jeep drove through another intersection and passed by the entrance of a movie theater. A group of drunk soldiers were coming out of the theater, laughing.

Wang Zhong raised his hand, and the jeep stopped before he spoke.

He stood up and shouted to the soldiers: "Which unit are you from?"

The soldiers looked at Wang Zhong together. The leading sergeant took a sip of vodka and laughed: "Don't be so serious, Davarish, the Prosen people have run away! They ran away with their tails between their legs! We don't need to attack anymore. As long as we release Rokossov's name, the enemy will run away with their tails between their legs!

"Come on, Davarish, take a sip! May Saint Rokossov live a hundred years! Hurrah! "

Wang Zhong felt that this scene was so familiar, as if he had seen a similar scene in "Battle of Shanghai" or some other movie.

At this time, Popov's car caught up from the back of the queue and stopped next to Wang Zhong's car. The front bishop jumped out of the car, pulled his uniform, and walked to the group of people with a stern face: "What are you talking about! Which unit are you from?"

The grinning soldiers saw Popov's priest uniform, and their postures suddenly became much straighter. The leading sergeant saluted crookedly: "Report to Bishop Davarich, we are the first company of the second battalion of the second regiment of the 457th Division! We are resting in the city, waiting, waiting for replenishment!"

Popov: "Is this how you wait for replenishment? Who gave you a holiday?"     "The company, the company commander said you can move around freely."

"Where are the priests who accompany the army? Do you agree just like that?"

"The priest died, and the company commander went to find the regiment commander." The sergeant was almost sober from the wine at this time. "We did not violate the mass discipline. We all bought the wine. The fellow villagers wanted to give it away for free. We insisted on paying. ”

Popov: "You paid the money, which is worthy of recognition, but you are drunk on the street in broad daylight. What will the fellow villagers think? The war is not over yet. Are you celebrating too early?"

Sergeant: "But the Prosens are already so vulnerable! We captured Ronezh without even firing a shot! I think the enemy has already - well, that's what priests often say before they die."

Vasily: "At the end of the crossbow?"

"Oh yes, this Major Davarich is right! The end of the crossbow! What kind of rabbit can't grow a tail! The priest also said that Marshal Rokossov said that the war will be ended before next Christmas!"

Ant believes in Eastern Christianity, and Christmas is on January 7th. Isn't this the classic script "End the war before Christmas"?

Wang Zhong hurriedly said: "I didn't say that. What I said is that there is still an arduous journey waiting for us to defeat the Pulosen people."

Sergeant: "Hey, you're not Rokossov! What you said doesn't count -"

His eyes widened, and the wine bottle he had been holding in his left hand slipped and shattered on the ground.

Wang Zhong: "Does it matter what I say?"

The sergeant snapped to attention and saluted, but the movement was too big, and the newly broken wine bottle spread liquid and glass shards everywhere. He suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

Popov stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"Salute to you!" The sergeant finally stood at attention and saluted.

Only then did the others react and salute Wang Zhong, and the smell of alcohol on their faces suddenly disappeared.

Wang Zhong responded: "I never said that the war would end before Christmas. I never said that. Although your priests died, we still need to carefully investigate the source of such remarks."

The sergeant looked confused: "That's what everyone said. They said we would enter Prosonia on Christmas Day and capture Emperor Prossen alive."

Popov looked serious: "It seems that the victory was too quick, which made the troops think of underestimating the enemy."

Wang Zhong: "Leave it to you, Archbishop Davarisi."

Popov: "Don't even think about running away. I'm afraid I'll ask you to write a pamphlet and talk about this issue carefully this time!"

Wang Zhong: "Vasily, I leave it to you."

"Ah?" Vasily's eyes widened, "Shall I make it up? Aren't you afraid that I'll make it up at an earlier time?"

Wang Zhong grinned at Vasily, sat down and said to Grigory: "Let's go and see the Duke's headquarters."

————

The church that was blown into ruins by Proson's battleship has now been completely demolished and turned into a "Glory Park". It is also completely unrecognizable to what it was like back then.

The Prosen people built a monument in the middle of the park. The ten-meter-tall Prosen Emperor stood on Ant's double-headed eagle flag and held up Prosen's eagle emblem.

Wang Zhong looked up to Emperor Prosen and asked Vasily: "Is Emperor Prosen like this?"

"You ask me? I haven't seen him either."

"Marshal Davarisi!" A voice called from afar.

Wang Zhongxun looked out and saw the commander of the group army stationed in the city and the local bishop running over one after another, followed by a large number of people cheering behind.

"Hello, don't run in such a hurry! I'm taking my friends from the Allied Forces to go back to the old path!"

The commander of the group army arrived in front of Wang Zhong's jeep and saluted before he could even catch his breath: "Comrade Marshal, we - we are discussing what to do with this statue!"

The local bishop also echoed: “We have just occupied the city, and there are many things to deal with. Among other things, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and the problem of food needs to be solved.

"The Plosans deliberately withheld food from the city before leaving. Many people have been hungry for a week."

Wang Zhong: "I think the store still sells wine."

The bishop was embarrassed: "This... we do have an order to prohibit the brewing of distilled alcohol, but... it is impossible to prohibit alcohol in Ant. Everyone would rather catch rats for meat than use grain for brewing.

"However, the supply problem will be solved when the railway is opened tomorrow. Today we have sheep from nearby folks, so everyone can eat meat.

"So we are discussing how to deal with the 'legacy' left by the Prosen people. In addition to this 'Glorious Park', they also built many buildings in the city to show off their military exploits. We are ready to knock them all down."

Wang Zhong: "Knock it down? No, no, no, knocking it down is too gentle and will not create a deep impression on the masses. You need to make a big splash!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong's eyes fell on the army commander: "Does your army have Urban?"

"No, our group army doesn't even have the title of Guards, so we can't get such good things." The commander of the group army smiled bitterly, "Originally, everyone was holding back their energy and planned to become the Guards Group Army after taking Ronezh. Many people swore a poisonous oath to get the gold stars here, but the Prosin people ran away, and the gold stars and the guard cloaks were all gone."

At the end of the sentence, the army commander's tone sounded a little pitiful, sounding so aggrieved.

Wang Zhong scratched his head: "Then do you have B4 heavy artillery?"

"No. We are a group army formed later, and we have 122 and 152, not 203."

Wang Zhong: "Then I will transfer a B4, which is more accurate, to fire concrete-destroying bombs to blow up the statue! Make it more ceremonial!"

"Okay!" The group army commander saluted, and then asked cautiously, "Will you leave the B4 to us after you finish it?"

Wang Zhong: "You can strengthen it."

Vassily: "How about you, Marshal, come and fire the cannon when they hold the ceremony?"

Wang Zhong thought for a while: "I will fire the cannon myself?"

"Two and a half years ago, you escaped from the main gun of the battleship Prosen here. Today you come back and blow up the statue of Emperor Prosen with one shot. Don't you feel a sense of fate?" Vasily smiled.

Wang Zhong thought about it and nodded: "Okay, I will fire the cannon myself. Now bring the cannon here immediately. Pavlov, how long will it take to bring a B4 here?"

Pavlov: "We were originally planning to use the B4 to attack. Although it is not needed now, the artillery division is still nearby. After all, all the tactical and strategic goals of this stage have been achieved.

"I estimate that it will be there in three hours."

Wang Zhong looked at his watch: "Okay, then in three hours, I will personally fire the cannon to send off the statue."

Vassily: "What about now?"

Wang Zhong: "There is another place to see now."

That is the real starting point of everything.

————

Everything else has changed along the way, but the building still looks the same as Wang Zhong remembered, but all the holes have been repaired.

The fellow who lived in the building opened the door and was stunned. He glanced at Popov who was following behind Wang Zhong and said: "We have explained the matter clearly! We are not traitors. I have given the guerrillas a green light! My son has also sent letters to the guerrillas! ”

Wang Zhong: "You misunderstood, we are not judges, and we are not here to settle accounts."

Fellow villager: "I admit that the Ante army failed too quickly at that time, and I made some misjudgments, but when General Rokosov annihilated the Prosons for the first time, we woke up! Since then, we have always supported the guerrillas!"

Wang Zhong held the fellow villager's shoulders: "Calm down, we are not here-"

"Is it the house? This house was indeed repaired by the Prosons, and then they gave it to us without authorization! We can give up the house now!"

Wang Zhong: "I came to see the place where I fought that year, you don't have to be so panicked."

Vassily joked: "Generally, if you are so panicked, there must be something that has not been explained."

As a result, the fellow villager knelt down with a plop: "Officer, we really just misjudged the situation-"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, okay, come, send their family to the judge and explain it properly. "

The guards of the headquarters guard regiment immediately rushed up and took the "fellow villager" and his family away.

Wang Zhong paced the room, looking for clues of the past on the newly painted walls.

He found the stairs leading to the basement and opened the cover.

The basement had not been used for a long time. When the cover was opened, the air that suddenly flowed brought a lot of dust.

Wang Zhong walked into the basement and looked at the familiar skylight.

More than two years ago, he looked at the street from there.

He saw countless pairs of military boots, and sighed that this script-killing was really willing to spend money. When he saw the tracks, his first reaction was that the script-killing store rented an agricultural tractor.

At that time, he even wanted Lyudmila's WeChat.

WeChat, what a strange and familiar word!

With this word, the dusty memory is opened again .

Has Black Myth been released? Has it sold 5 million copies?

Has Wandering Earth 3 been released? Did it take the first place in the Spring Festival?

Have my friends who are taking the civil service exam been admitted?

Have the house prices that are too expensive to buy fallen?

Has my father's old waist gotten better?

Does my mother's teeth still hurt?

Wang Zhong stroked the wall that he had stroked more than two years ago. He raised his head, and for a moment, the other side of the skylight seemed to have become that prosperous, safe, and advanced hometown.

He saw neon lights, drones delivering food, and grandpas and aunts waving cartoon fans in the square.

He smelled the aroma of noodles and heard the hawking of pancakes.

But the next moment, everything disappeared. Outside the skylight were Ant's military boots and the tires of the jeep.

Marshal Alexei Konstantinovich Rokossov's face was faintly reflected on the glass.