Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 831 - 46 Wedding_2
Chapter 831 -46 Wedding_2
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Wang Zhong: “Oh? She also wants to get married? Popov and I planned to approach them for such affairs after the campaign ends.”
Ludmila: “Exactly my thoughts. By the way, I heard some rumors, claiming that due to his poor performance this time, General Andrei of the Saint Andrew Regional Army might be transferred to command the Far East Front Army. Many believe Yegorov will become the new Front Army Commander.”
Wang Zhong: “And let him lead the whole army to recklessly throw lives at the enemy’s tank aces? No, no, we’ve discussed this already, we will recommend Kashuk and Kiriyenko to the High Command, and let them decide specifically who.”
At that moment, the phone in the room rang.
Wang Zhong looked at Ludmila: “Haven’t you already discussed this with Pavlov?”
Ludmila shrugged: “Perhaps something urgent has come up, come on, you got this, take this call!”
Wang Zhong handed the coffee cup to Ludmila and ran to the phone, picking up the receiver: “This is Rocossov, speak!”
“Brother!” Olga’s voice came through, “I’ve seen the two candidates you recommended! I decided to assign one to the Western Front Army and the other will take over the Saint Andrew Regional Army!”
Wang Zhong: “What? I meant for you to choose one of the two to send to the Saint Andrew Regional Army! What’s up with the Western Front Army, what about Marshal Gorky?”
“He told me himself that due to the busy affairs as the head of the Military Command, it’s inappropriate for him to continue as the Commander of the Western Front Army.”
This meant, he recommended two people, and Marshal Gorky, the new head of Military Command, had conveniently fulfilled this personal favor, distributing the two critical Front Army commander roles to his recommended candidates.
Having understood the whole situation, Wang Zhong said, “Kiriyenko, originating from cavalry, excels in commanding engagements in open areas, he should be the Commander of the Western Front Army. Actually, he is most suited for the Kazarlia Front Army, but I haven’t planned to step down yet.
“Kashuk excels in leading infantry in tough battles, send him to the Saint Andrew Regional Army where the terrain is also more complex.”
“Alright!” Olga agreed immediately, “By the way, when are you coming back to serve as my Chief of General Staff?”
Wang Zhong: “Next year, when I can drink at the shores of the Baltic Sea.”
“You promise, right!” Olga’s voice, like a little girl could be heard as though she was about to extend her right little finger and cheer “Let’s make a pinky promise.”
Wang Zhong: “Promised, my dear sister.”
Truthfully, ever since he became the Chief of General Staff, whom to assign the command of the Kazarlia Front Army had never been seriously considered by Wang Zhong.
He always treated the Front Army as his own direct lineage, never really contemplating letting anyone else command it.
This chance gave him serious pause to think about it.
At that moment, Olga added, “Will you be coming to Yeburg for Christmas? Many people in Yeburg are now saying that the war should end before Christmas. The Cardinal Ravkid of the Church has been arresting people who talk like this, but the more he arrests, the more the nobles spread such rumors, even saying that Marshal Rocossov is at odds with the Church.”
Wang Zhong: “Olga, here’s my advice, anyone who talks like that, just arrest and shoot them. They are either stupid or have ulterior motives, and either way, they deserve to die.”
“Okay!” Olga agreed without hesitation, “So, are you coming for Christmas?”
“Yes, after arranging marriage for my most trusted general, I will return to Yeburg to rest for a while and check on the progress of the new equipment development. The Prosens have caught up with us in anti-armor capability, it’s time to push the rear scientific researchers a bit.”
“Alright, then I’ll wait for you. Goodbye~” Olga hung up.
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December 10th, the heavy snow that had persisted for many days finally stopped.
As Wang Zhong’s car passed Ronez Street, he saw a large group of women shoveling snow with shovels and hoes.
“Tsks, there’s not a single man to be seen in the crowd,” Wang Zhong lamented.
Vasily: “Either they’ve all been killed by the Prosens, or they’ve joined the army. The enthusiasm for conscription in recently liberated areas is very strong, many men who were guerrilla fighters found our logistical officers as soon as liberation happened, requesting conscription.”
At that moment, the new driver said, “It’s almost the same in our village, only little boys with not fully grown facial hair and old men are left. Oh, and recently several returned who are missing arms or legs.”
Wang Zhong frowned, aware that due to the shortage of manpower, even the disabled soldiers had a lot of work to do, like serving as instructors for new troops in the rear.
Only those with severe disabilities returned to their hometowns.
Wang Zhong: “Is it like this in all the villages in the rear?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t blame yourself in haste, the men have either joined the army or some work in urban factories, producing planes and cannons for the frontlines.”
The driver actually started consoling Wang Zhong, the Marshal.
Wang Zhong: “Hearing about the situation in the rear, I wish I could end the war by Christmas.”
“But the campaign to fight against overconfidence and rapid victory has just about finished,” Vasily worriedly said, “Is it good to bring this up again now?”
“I’m just joking. I know full well that meals must be eaten one bite at a time.”
While talking, the car drove into Headquarters, and Wang Zhong immediately saw Yegorov climbing the stairs, so he called out loudly: “Yegorov, hold up!”
Yegorov turned around, saw Wang Zhong, and immediately lowered his head to tidy his attire, standing at attention by a column at the entrance of Headquarters after he straightened up, akin to a soldier from an Ancient Roman legion guarding a building.
