Chapter 864: Chapter 10 For Those Who Fell Before Victory_3

“Who said that?” Pyotr Konstantinovich’s smile disappeared, “I did call for a KV, but without my brother’s struggle, he wouldn’t have lasted until the KV arrived! And later too, His Majesty did use my brother’s seal to dispatch the T-34, which indeed proved effective, but it was only effective because he held his ground! He held on! We need to investigate who’s been spreading these rumors, they’re not conducive to unity!”

Deputy Officer: “Understood, once we arrive at the new Headquarters in Navar, I’ll have them look into it.”

Pyotr Konstantinovich nodded and resumed a more comfortable sitting position, but moments ago he had been so agitated that he had come forward off the back of his seat.

A short while later, he asked: “How do you say ‘life’ in Melania Language?”

The Deputy Officer quickly flipped through a dictionary: “Life… here it is, not like ours, their pronunciation is closer to ‘Zhouqi’!”

Pyotr Konstantinovich repeated: “Zhouqi… ah, Zhouqi–”

At that instant, he seemed to hear a click; just as he was about to say that it wasn’t good, the jeep soared into the air.

A landmine buried by the Prosens in the main road was triggered, blasting the vehicle skyward.

The convoy immediately stopped, and the soldiers of the Guard Corps jumped out, taking up positions on both sides of the road.

The Guard Corps Commander ran over: “What happened?”

“Don’t know, looks like a landmine! Might be a faulty triggering device; that’s why the previous vehicles didn’t set it off, and it just happened to explode here by the Vice Admiral’s car!”

“Make way! Hurry, rescue the Vice Admiral! He’s the Marshal’s brother!” ordered the Guard Corps Commander.

Soon, Vice Admiral Pyotr Konstantinovich Rocossov was dragged out from the wreckage of the car.

“He’s still breathing!” shouted the Guard Corps Commander, “Medic!”

Pyotr Konstantinovich’s eyes were wide open as he gazed at the sky, gently lifting his right hand, mumbling: “Zhouqi… how… wonderful…”

His voice abruptly stopped, and his hand slipped to the ground.

——–

Late night on July 19, the new location of the First Front Army Headquarters in Kazarlia.

Upon entering the Headquarters, Wang Zhong looked around and smiled: “Not bad, I do prefer this kind of simple and clear decoration. The Headquarters in Ronied were too luxurious, like a noble’s manor.”

Pavlov: “Hmph, the advance team chose it to your taste. You see, that’s the Countess of Melania’s castle across from us.”

Wang Zhong: “That castle would make a good dummy target. Let’s get it ready quickly before the Prosen air reconnaissance comes tomorrow during the day.”

At that moment, the signal officer entered the room, looking troubled. He glanced at Wang Zhong, then subtly handed over the telegram to Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: “What is all this secrecy, is there something in my Front Army that I shouldn’t know about?”

Pavlov sighed and looked at Wang Zhong: “Don’t blame the signal officer. You better see for yourself.”

Wang Zhong: “What, I’ve only been away from Liu Xia and Nelly for less than half an hour, now something has happened to them? That can’t be, can it?”

“That’s not it.” Pavlov answered.

Wang Zhong took the telegram with suspicion and read it himself.

“Your brother, Vice Admiral Pyotr Konstantinovich Rocossov, died at noon today from a Prosen Army landmine.”

Wang Zhong put down the telegram.

In fact, he had only just now remembered that he had a brother.

He shouldn’t be feeling sad.

He shouldn’t be.

But there are so many unreasonable things in this world.

Pavlov: “Vodka?”

Wang Zhong: “No need, you know I’m not that fragile.”

Pavlov: “Still, have some. It’s the most frustrating to fall before victory.”

Popov: “I’ll have a glass too. Consider it for those who fell before victory.”