November 21, Ante Forward Command Headquarters, 87 kilometers from the center of Plowsonia City.
In front of the headquarters, just as Wang Zhong was about to climb into a small jeep, Pavlov grabbed him.
"No, no, you're coming with me in the armored command vehicle to cross the river! I have documents for you to approve on the way!"
Wang Zhong: "Can't we wait until we arrive at the new headquarters?"
"These are extremely critical documents and require immediate approval!" Pavlov said decisively. "Get in the armored command vehicle!"
Wang Zhong: "You're just afraid I'll head to the frontlines, aren't you?"
"Exactly! From now on, you must report to me before you board any vehicle!"
"That's unreasonable, don't you think?" Wang Zhong pointed at the marshal star on his shoulder. "I'm a marshal, and now you're saying I have to report to you, a general, before riding any form of transportation?"
Pavlov: "I have an imperial decree from His Majesty the Tsar; it's her command!"
