"Who will put an end to this war?"
Wang Zhong stared at the young man's face for a few seconds and said, "Alright, it's my lack of awareness. I wish you—wish you to live until victory."
The young man raised his chin and saluted Wang Zhong: "Thank you."
Vasily: "Everyone's itching to be the first to charge into Plowsonia, plant our flag on Prosen's royal palace. Is it true the Plathen Emperor has stayed inside the royal palace all along?"
Wang Zhong: "That's exactly what our intel says."
Vasily: "Well, I bet there'll be plenty vying to storm the royal palace."
"Undoubtedly."
Silence descended in the stables, Vasily hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Marshal Davarish, will you personally lead the charge again? Against Prosen's royal palace?"
Wang Zhong: "If I take the lead again, Pavlov would definitely quit—he wouldn't tolerate it. We can't afford to lose such a capable Chief of Staff now."
