Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 670 - 8: Commemoration (Additional Update 41/84)

Chapter 670: Chapter 8: Commemoration (Additional Update 41/84)

Half an hour later.

Wang Zhong entered the banquet hall of the Summer Palace, only to see a large group of people dressed in foreign military uniforms.

Olga whispered, “These are military delegations from the allied nations, sent here to learn from your experience in defeating the advanced Prosens.”

Wang Zhong cut off his overview perspective and took a close look at the affiliations of these officers: Intelligence Division Five, Intelligence Division Six, Federation Military Intelligence Bureau…

Well, a bunch of spies.

Wang Zhong actually didn’t understand what kind of intelligence there was to spy on here. The entire battle plan, as well as the process of the operation, had already been completely submitted to the envoys of the various nations.

Moreover, there were so many foreigners in Wang Zhong’s headquarters that it was impossible to keep anything secret. For example, the Federation naval aviators had to update their maps and stay informed of the latest progress every day before taking off to avoid parachuting into the enemy-occupied zone.

The pilots definitely knew the changes in the daily battle lines by heart.

What else was there to dig for intelligence?

Wang Zhong didn’t understand.

Perhaps the high levels of the allied nations wouldn’t know he was completely open and honest if they didn’t send their top intelligence agents.

The head of the Federation’s military delegation stepped forward first, “General, I salute you! Congratulations on achieving such brilliant warfare results!”

Wang Zhong, “The Federation’s naval aviators played a tremendous role. Without their exquisite bombing skills that destroyed the Prosen White Sea fleet and sank a large number of transport ships, the Prosen’s Army Group A might have escaped via the sea.”

The delegation leader, “The pilots also said that bombing the Prosen ships greatly boosted their confidence, and they can’t wait to go back and bomb the ships of the Empire of Fusang.”

In the first three months of 916, the Empire of Fusang had basically no large-scale operations at sea, with only two naval battles involving light cruisers and destroyers occurring—an unusually calm period.

However, it was said that the Federation’s new generation of fleet carriers was about to enter service, and several of the faster-built ones had already started combined air wing training and were about to be delivered to the Federation Navy.

It could be predicted that the intensity of naval battles would sharply increase in the second half of the year.

Wang Zhong, “I sincerely wish that these young men will also perform brilliantly upon their return.”

After exchanging pleasantries with the Federation representative, Wang Zhong turned to the next one—the head of the United Kingdom delegation was a one-eyed man, his appearance screaming “tested by time.”

Wang Zhong shook hands with him respectfully and then asked, “Your eye is…”

“It was blinded in a car accident while I was on holiday back home,” the delegation leader honestly said.

Wang Zhong’s only thought was: Damn it, only in the United Kingdom would you find such a story!

Upon closer inspection, the delegation leader also had a wooden prosthetic leg. Wang Zhong wondered if he had chosen his delegation members by suddenly picking up a saw during selection and cutting the prosthetic leg to test the members’ adaptability on the spot.

Wang Zhong, “The United Kingdom has also been of great help to us. Miss Emilia saved my life, and the Commando team’s infiltration and sabotage behind enemy lines significantly slowed down the enemy’s advance.

“And during the counterattack phase, they controlled many crucial bridges, making our counterattack much smoother.”

Wang Zhong realized after speaking that he had let something slip—during the counterattack, the temperature was minus 40 degrees, all river surfaces were frozen, and bridges were unnecessary since tanks could drive directly over the river.

However, the United Kingdom’s leader didn’t fuss over these details, “The members of the Commando team also spoke highly of your command art and praised the Ante Warriors as the most outstanding warriors they have ever seen.”

Wang Zhong, “I appreciate their recognition.”

After releasing the leader’s hand, he looked behind and saw a large queue of people still waiting to exchange pleasantries. He could only sigh inwardly.

Olga patted Wang Zhong’s shoulder, “Hang in there, big brother!”

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After finally getting through the welcome banquet at noon, Wang Zhong, exhausted, got into his own car.

Ludmila also got into the car from the other side and smiled, “You really had a tough time.”

Wang Zhong: “Finally done, now I can do something meaningful. Driver, go to this address.”

He pulled out a piece of notepaper from his chest pocket and handed it to the driver.

Sergeant Grigori in the passenger seat asked, “Are we going to Major Yakov’s widow’s place?”

Wang Zhong nodded slightly, then took off the scarf that Yakov had given him around his neck.

He carefully examined the scarf, gently touching it with his hand.

The car started and sped through the streets of Yeburg.

Ludmila: “I think maybe that lady might not want to take back this scarf…”

Wang Zhong: “She ought to decide that. Besides, I already have a gift from Yakov, the book he wrote about my daily life, which might become a bestseller someday. Although, it only covers a few months of my activities.”

Ludmila didn’t respond; she just leaned on Wang Zhong’s shoulder, warming him with her body temperature.

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The widow’s residence was a military officers’ dormitory, and many stars were already hanging on the windows of the dormitory, each star representing an instance of a family receiving a casualty notification.

The window with the most stars had three, possibly symbolizing that three brothers had fallen.

As soon as Wang Zhong got out of the car, the children playing downstairs were stunned, pointing at him and shouting, “It’s Rocossov! The man who swallowed a million Prosen soldiers!”

What, the champion of terror chosen by God?

Probably the children thought the “swallowed” in the news was literal.

Wang Zhong: “Little friend, do you know where Yakov’s family lives?”

The child pointed behind him at the building: “This one, the apartment on the third floor with one star. Yakov’s casualty notification has been sent a long time ago, what are you here for?”

Wang Zhong: “The casualty notification has been sent? But I was clearly told to write the casualty notification myself!”

Child: “The church in the community did it, they provided grain, oil, eggs, milk, and other things to confirmed casualties before the official notifications arrived.”

Wang Zhong nodded: “I understand, thank you.”

After saying this, he walked with heavy steps into the narrow staircase.

Just as he climbed one floor, an uncle opened the door, already in military uniform, and the sounds of a woman crying came from behind him, “What are you doing? The children have already fought for Ante’s mother!”

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The uncle: “You don’t understand! I’m not just fulfilling a duty, I’m going to kill those Prosen devils, to avenge the children! If I die, Tasha can join the army, they’re now recruiting female snipers, to eliminate more devils for Daddy!”

After saying this, the uncle decisively turned around, then froze when he saw Wang Zhong, “Eh? One, two, three…”

He counted the stars on the epaulettes.

Wang Zhong saluted the uncle: “I salute you.”

“Ah, oh.” The uncle awkwardly returned the salute, then stepped aside to make way.

Wang Zhong, accompanied by Ludmila, went upstairs.

Behind him, there were exclamations: “My goodness, isn’t that Rocossov? The Rocossov I’ve seen!”

Wang Zhong ignored the commotion behind him and reached the third floor.

He was just about to knock when the door opened.

A young woman holding a sleeping baby stood in front of Wang Zhong.

No mistake, this was Yakov’s widow; Wang Zhong had seen her photo in the notebook of relics.