Chapter 789: Chapter 34 Starting Point (6K)_4
Wang Zhong: “We can reinforce that for you.”
Vasily: “Or, Marshal, how about you personally fire the cannon during their ceremony?”
Wang Zhong thought for a moment: “Me, fire the cannon?”
“Two and a half years ago, you escaped under the muzzle of the main cannon of a Prosen battleship here. Today, you return to blow up the statue of the Plathen Emperor. Don’t you feel there’s a sense of fate?” Vasily said with a smile.
Wang Zhong thought for a moment, then nodded: “Okay, I’ll fire the cannon myself. Get the big gun ready now, Pavlov, how long will it take to bring over a B4?”
Pavlov: “We were already planning to use the B4 for the assault, and even though we don’t need it now, the artillery division is still nearby since we’ve achieved all our tactical and strategic objectives for this phase.
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“I estimate it’ll take three hours to arrive.”
Wang Zhong looked at his watch: “Alright, then in three hours, I’ll personally fire the cannon to send off this statue.”
Vasily: “What about now then?”
Wang Zhong: “There’s another place we need to see now.”
That was the real starting point of everything.
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On their way there, other things had changed, but that building maintained the appearance that Wang Zhong remembered, only every hole had been mended.
The local who lived in the building opened the door and was immediately stunned, he looked at Popov following behind Wang Zhong and said, “We’ve explained everything already! We’re not traitors; I even gave the green light to the guerrillas! My son has delivered messages for the guerrilla too!”
Wang Zhong: “You’ve misunderstood, we’re not Judges, we’re not here for retribution.”
Local: “I admit, when the Ante army was defeated too quickly, I made some miscalculations, but when General Rocosov first annihilated the Prosens, we were enlightened! After that, we’ve always supported the guerrilla!”
Wang Zhong put a hand on the local’s shoulder: “Calm down, we are not here to—”
“Is it about the house? This house was indeed repaired by the Prosens, and then they divided it for our use without permission! We can vacate the house right now!”
Wang Zhong: “I came to see the place where I fought in the past, you don’t need to be so panicked.”
Vasily joked: “Normally when someone’s this panicked, it means they still have something yet to confess.”
As a result, the local knelt down with a thud: “Officer Sir, we truly just misjudged the situation—”
Wang Zhong: “Alright, enough, someone take them to the Judge, let them explain properly.”
The guards from Headquarters’ Guard Corps immediately rushed up and escorted the “local” family away.
Wang Zhong paced around in the room, searching for traces of the past on the freshly painted walls.
He found the staircase leading to the basement and pulled open the cover.
The basement had not been used for a long time, and when the cover was opened, the sudden movement of air raised a cloud of dust.
Wang Zhong walked into the basement, looking at that familiar light well.
More than two years ago, it was from there that he watched the street.
He saw countless pairs of army boots and even thought that the murder mystery game spared no expense, when he saw the treads, his first reaction was that the murder mystery venue had rented a farm tractor.
At that time, he even wanted to ask for Ludmila’s WeChat, as there were loads of jokes online about ‘Mao Mei’, saying they’d do anything to stay in Ceres.
WeChat, such a foreign yet familiar term!
With that word, the sealed memories reopened.
Is Black Myth out? Did it sell over five million copies?
Has ‘The Wandering Earth 3’ premiered? Did it take first place in the Spring Festival box office?
Did my friend who was studying for the civil service exam succeed?
Have the unaffordable housing prices fallen?
Is my father’s back any better?
Does my mom still have toothache?
Wang Zhong caressed the walls he had touched more than two years ago, he looked up, and for a moment, it seemed as if the light well showed his prosperous, safe, and advanced homeland.
He saw neon lights, the drones delivering food, the elderly waving fans on the plaza.
He smelled the scent of pulled noodles, heard the cries of pancake and fritter vendors.
But in the blink of an eye, it all disappeared, and outside the light well were Ante army boots and the tires of jeeps.
Marshal Alexei Konstantinovich Rokossov’s face was faintly reflected on the glass.