Chapter 63: Rocossov and His Band of Heroes Receive Commendations (Alliance Hierarch Added)

Wang Zhong stood up, but because he had walked for too long, his legs were still numb, and he nearly stumbled to his knees.

The Judge with one more star reacted quickly to support him, “Be careful, if you had an accident in front of us, we would gain even more infamy.”

So you’re aware of your bad reputation, huh.

Wang Zhong thought just that, while Yegorov outright said, “So you’re aware of your bad reputation, huh?”

Wang Zhong widened his eyes at Yegorov, wondering if he was always this bold.

Pavlov’s expression was as if he were complaining, “What is this peasant talking about!”

The Judge laughed, “Our job is to instill fear. If everyone saw us and wasn’t scared, then the lurking enemies wouldn’t be scared either. They’d become reckless, right? So it’s better for us to be feared.”

Wang Zhong and his officer squad, which really consisted only of Yegorov and Pavlov, exchanged glances.

He decided to skip over this matter and straightened his body, saying to the Judge, “Lead the way. By your car?”

"Alyosha!” Before the Judge could respond, a call came from behind.

General Wang turned around to see Ludmila jogging over, holding a plate in her right hand with bread, grilled sausages, and pickles, and carrying a cup in her left hand.

"Have something to eat,” Ludmila said, “The last time you ate was at dawn, and you’ve walked so much since then, you must be hungry.”

Wang Zhong nodded, he indeed was hungry.

He first bit into the bread, then silently put it back. It was said to be a fragrant large loaf, but this piece of wood obviously wasn’t one.

With apprehension, Wang Zhong picked up the grilled sausage and after one bite, stuffed the rest in his mouth without another word.

He made a note to remember in the future, to trust sausages—likely all meats were trustworthy.

Finally, Wang Zhong picked up a pickle.

It tasted like—well, like a pickle.

The Sergeant immediately understood, picked up the captured MP40, and sat in the backseat of the jeep, next to Wang Zhong.

"I’m a guard,” the Sergeant said, “It’s normal to bring a guard, right?”

The Judge nodded and started the vehicle.

The car thus left the school.

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After the Judge had left, all the soldiers from the Third Rear Amur Group breathed a sigh of relief, and the scene quickly livened up again.

The young girls from the field cooking team began to discuss the Count who had just left.

They were all girls conscripted from the local area of Bogdanovka; some were even born after the civil war ended, and many were too young to remember anything during the civil war.

Even though Bogdanovka had been bombed by the Prussians, the Prussian attacks were focused mainly on the train station and the locomotive repair factory next to it, so most of the people from Bogdanovka had not really seen someone wounded or killed by Prussian planes.

Therefore, these girls had little concept of the cruelty of war, and their imaginations of war were mainly influenced by movies, music, and poetry.

They passionately discussed the words the Count had just said:

"Natasha, did you hear? The Count said ‘Then I can introduce you to the road back from hell’, so cool!”

"Yes, when he said those words, his expression made my heart almost jump out!”

"Right, who was that girl who just brought food to the Count? She seemed just a bit older than us.”

As the girls chattered excitedly while working, the auntie in charge of stirring the pot knocked the edge of the pot hard with her large spoon, “Stop chattering and focus on work, girls! Natasha, look at the potatoes you peeled; I can see spots where you didn’t peel off the skin!”

No sooner had she spoken than someone from the soldiers yelled out, “I’ll eat that potato!”

This caused a round of laughter.