Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong came to his senses at this time.

Damn, did I get into trouble?

If Damushi is not here, will I be miserable?

He wanted to ask his own people, but then he realized that there was no "one of his own" around him now, not even Lyudmila.

At this time, Belinsky said: "Okay, everyone has witnessed the fate of this traitor, and you can go back and continue the experience exchange meeting. I look forward to you summarizing an effective method to deal with the Prosen Army. . Come on, let’s go. Where are the palace servants?”

Wang Zhong glanced at the Patriarch and felt again that he was so happy.

What the hell... I have to think about it carefully.

Just as Wang Zhong was thinking about it, the princess came over.

She wore a court gown, a Victorian-era dress. A major feature of this kind of palace dress is that it is large when it is tolerant.

But Wang Zhong is also a well-informed person, and he is not like a little virgin who doesn't know where to put his eyes.

He looked at it openly, and then raised his gaze to look at the princess's face.

At this time, everyone else left, leaving only the servants replacing the blood-stained carpet.

The princess took Wang Zhong's hand and dragged him to the terrace outside.

Then Olga Nikolayevna Antonov whispered: "Did Belinsky ask you to do it?"

"No, this is really an accident." Wang Zhong replied.

Olga asked again: "So this is a certificate of nomination?"

"What? Uh, no. I was just on top and didn't think too much." Wang Zhong answered truthfully.

Olga smiled: "If it were others, they would definitely not believe it. They would think that you acted after careful consideration. After all, you are the 'Imperial Iron Wall' Rokosov."

What the hell? Why have I become the iron wall of the empire again?

When Wang Zhong was puzzled by this title, Olga continued: "But I know that you are just for the top. After all, you and your brother have such a good relationship."

Well……

Olga: "My brother once said that if something happens in the future and the church no longer needs the royal family, he asked me to find you and said that you will do everything possible to protect me."

Wang Zhong frowned slightly.

The Crown Prince said this? This doesn't sound like something a playboy would say.

So he asked: "When did Ivan say this to you?"

Olga thought for a while: "Hmm... I think it was said when I was ten years old."

Wang Zhong glanced at the princess' chest: "That was really a long time ago."

Olga seemed to recall the past time and digressed directly: "Yes, it was a long time ago. At that time, you and your brother always took me to play around in the garden, and then we were scolded by the steward grandpa."

Is there such a thing?

Olga: "One time you climbed a tree, and my skirt was inconvenient to get up, so I sat under the tree and cried. Then you looked for scissors and tried to cut the hem of the skirt, but you got stuck on the whale bone.

"In order to deal with the whale bones, you and your brother took out the gardener's saw..."

Wang Zhong could only laugh dryly, he didn't know this at all.

But...didn't you say that I hit a wall with the princess? How did you hit a wall?

At this time, Princess Olga took Wang Zhong's arm: "Are you in a hurry to hold an experience sharing meeting?"

"Well, it's okay. After all, I haven't eaten yet. Dinner will be provided at the sharing meeting." Wang Zhong said this as he wanted to run away. The princess's appearance of recalling the past was revealed in seconds! He even hoped that his stomach would gain some energy and that he could scream to show his presence.

However, as if Princess Olga didn't hear Wang Zhong's words, she took his arm and pulled him to walk.

"Stay with me for a little while."

Soon, the two passed through several rooms and arrived at a secluded corner of the summer palace.

Wang Zhong felt that he was about to be poked, because the girl here was too proactive.

And she was very strong. Being pulled by the princess felt almost like being pulled by a bear.

Princess Olga opened a huge and heavy door with a bang. When Wang Zhong was dragged in, he finished thinking about how sorry he was for Liu Xia.

Ah Liu Xia, my Liu Xia.

However, there is no bed in the room behind the door.

It was a game room with several large tables filled with chess, poker and other table games.

The inside of the bar on the left wall was filled with what looked like expensive drinks.

There is also a piano in the corner and a violin in a glass cabinet.

Incompatible with everything is a bookcase filled with large books.

It was almost seven o'clock at this time, and the setting sun passed through the window and coated the entire room with a warm light yellow color.

Princess Olga let go of Wang Zhong's arm, walked towards the chess board, and looked at the half-played chess game on it: "This is the last chess game my brother played with me before he went to the front line. I was about to win, but he cheated I can’t say anymore, I’ll continue when I get back.”

Wang Zhong looked at Princess Olga's back. The royal dress exposed her entire back. She looked white and slender, and she didn't seem weak enough to be a furry girl who could fight a bear.

Olga: "He clearly said that he would continue when he comes back."

Her shoulders began to tremble, and her shoulder blades protruded particularly distinctly, as if the skin of her shoulders were being torn.

Wang Zhong wanted to go up and put his arms around her shoulders, but for some reason, he knew that the next step he took to put his arms around her shoulders, the princess would jump into his arms.

Why am I so skilled? How many times have I taken advantage of others in similar situations?

Wang Zhong forced himself to turn around and start reading the books on the bookshelf.

He thought he would see a lot of novels, but all he saw were works related to economics and philosophy.

In the most conspicuous position, there is also a book with the ecclesiastical symbol, written by St. Andrew.

These books all look old. The spines are full of wrinkles from frequent flipping. Some of the books have obviously been turned over, and the spines have been reinforced with glue.

Moreover, all the books are scattered on the bookshelf. It seems that the owner of the book can pick out any book and read it, so he doesn't care about the classification at all.

Ivan Nikolayev Antonov, you damn prince who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger.

Wang Zhong picked up the photo frame placed on the chest of drawers next to the bookshelf and looked at the three people taking a group photo inside.

That was Ivan, Alexei, and Olga.

The princess sat between the two handsome young men, with a smile on her face as if she owned the whole world.

There is a line of words written on the photo: Catherine the Great and her imperial jewels.

What, your inheritance rights are higher than hers, idiot.

If she wants to be the emperor, you must die first.

Wang Zhong was complaining, but suddenly his movements froze.

"Brother once said that if something happens in the future and the church no longer needs the royal family, let me find you."

What Olga just said passed through Wang Zhong's mind.

Wang Zhong looked at the photo frame again, as if he saw Ivan Nikolayevich's expression when he wrote this line on the photo frame.

He turned his head again and looked at the bookcase, as if he saw Ivan holding St. Andrew's works in front of the bookcase, his brows furrowed and his face full of sorrow.

He turned his head again and looked at the desk, as if he saw Ivan writing furiously on the desk, crossing out what he had written hysterically, and then lying on the desk with his head in his hands.

Wang Zhong looked around the whole room. Although he had never been in this room for a moment, he seemed to be able to see Ivan in every corner.

Finally, his eyes returned to the line "Emperor Catherine the Great and her Imperial Jewels".

Crown Prince Ivan's calligraphy is very good. Even Wang Zhong, who is not familiar with the art of Cyrillic calligraphy, thinks this line of calligraphy is very beautiful.

The person who wrote this knew that there would be no more Catherine the Great.

But he still wrote this line.

Because his sister wanted to be Catherine the Great.

Wang Zhong put down the photo frame.

He remembered that on the day of departure from Agsukov, Ivan came to say goodbye.

At that time Ivan said: "Take care of Olga."

Wang Zhong looked at the photo.

I am the only one left of Catherine’s imperial jewels.

No, actually there is not one left.

Wang Zhong made up his mind, turned around and walked towards Olga Nikolayevna who was still talking about everything she had with her brother.

He held her shoulders firmly but gently.

The girl seemed startled and her body stiffened, but the next moment she turned around, threw herself into Wang Zhong's arms, and burst into tears.

The sadness that had been suppressed surged out and turned into tears that soaked Wang Zhong's military uniform.

Wang Zhong patted the girl's back gently.

Drawn by some unspeakable factor, Wang Zhong looked towards the corner.

He saw the still young Olga sitting in front of the piano, her fingertips flying on the piano.

Ivan held the violin and played to the melody of the piano.

And Alexey was standing next to him with a wine glass in his hand, not knowing what he was laughing at.

The morning sun's light fell on the three of them through the window, making them warm and welcoming.

Obviously Wang Zhong didn't remember this scene at all. It was obvious that they were just two dudes having fun with their sister, but Wang Zhong's eyes were still slightly moist.

He even heard the sound of piano and violin.

He didn't know what was playing at that time. Anyway, it couldn't be too sad music. After all, the three of them looked so happy.

But the music he heard was sad and like fire.

That's the background music of "Invisible Guardian" and one of his favorite game soundtracks.

This song is called "Faraway". The most famous scene in the game where this music is used is the scene where the returning Xiao Tu and Lu Wangshu reunite after everything is settled.

Right now.

It was clear that the enemy of Plosen had not yet been defeated, and the great and arduous war had only begun less than two months ago.

Obviously there will be many sacrifices in the future, and even Wang Zhong himself may die on the way to victory.

But that’s how the music sounded.

Perhaps, it was to say goodbye to the close relatives they both shared.

Crown Prince Ivan Nikolaev was born into a family destined to become the last royal family, and he never stopped looking for a way out.

He was like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

He might not be a qualified prince, he might not be a qualified officer, he might be a bastard, he might be a damn flower-picking thief, he might...

But he is definitely a good brother.

He should also be a good brother.

Wang Zhong gently stroked Olga's hair and said goodbye to the brother he had not yet gotten to know.