Arc of Gunfire

After that, Wang Zhong made a series of suggestions, and Morozov recorded them all.

Wang Zhong still felt unsatisfied, and asked again: "Can you design some other ceremonial equipment for the royal family? For example, self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, and self-propelled artillery. I think the ladies should like to ride these. Right, Olga?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, I like them!" Princess Olga replied quickly.

Morozov's face was tense: "Although the ladies have such needs, we are a factory, not a design bureau. This drawing was also sent to the design bureau for them to draw before it was sent to us for work.

"Look at this design drawing, there is the signature of designer Koshkin on it. He should be the chief engineer of the 190 Design Bureau. If you want other viewing cars, you can go to him to draw the drawings."

Wang Zhong was overjoyed: "Where is he?"

"In St. Andrew's Castle, the entire design bureau is there. "Morozov replied.

Wang Zhong looked at the map of the Ante Empire on the wall of the factory director's office, and estimated the distance between St. Andrew's Castle and Ye Castle, so he had to give up.

Princess Olga: "Look for other designers, after all, there are so many design bureaus here."

At this time, the phone in the factory director's office rang.

Morozov answered the phone: "This is the United Machinery Factory. In the palace? Please wait."

He handed the phone to me, Olga: "Your Highness, I'm looking for you."

Olga looked embarrassed: "Can I say I'm not here?"

"Do you think this is appropriate?" Morozov asked back.

Olga could only sigh and took the receiver: "I'm Olga Nikolaevna. I don't need those things, right? Okay, okay, I'll go back now."

After returning the receiver to Morozov, Olga sighed: "I have to go back. You will continue to live in the Summer Palace tonight, right?"

"No, I will go back to my own manor." Wang Zhong replied, "My father's housekeeper has tidied up the manor yesterday. "

"Is that so? Goodbye, Alyosha." Princess Olga waved and left, looking back every few steps.

Morozov looked at Wang Zhong: "Your Highness sneaked out of the palace to help you? You...you..."

Wang Zhong: "That's not the case! My fiancée is my childhood sweetheart, Lyudmila Vasilyevna Melekhovna. She has moved into my estate in Yeburg."

"Oh." Morozov nodded, "I understand."

Your expression shows that you don't understand at all!

Wang Zhong was too lazy to care: "When can the tanks be produced?"

"It will take until the end of August to adjust the production line. I estimate that the first tank will be off the production line in early September. Will we send them to you one by one, or will we send them all together when we have enough for a train?"

Wang Zhong: "Send them all together when we have enough for a train. How many can a train hold?"

"Two. "That's it. Go ask Lieutenant General Chekhov of the Reserve Front for the wagons. He'll take care of it." "Got it." Morozov took out his notebook and wrote down Lieutenant General Chekhov's name and the unit he belonged to. "Then I'll arrange the production." Wang Zhong looked at the time. It was past four in the afternoon. Although he had been running around Yebao all day, the result was very good - no, it can't be said to be very good, it can be described as a huge harvest. After running through the production links and opening up the design bureau in the future, you can make things yourself. With Princess Olga holding the seal, you can make a lot of good things in the form of special royal missions. But it's really tiring. I haven't stopped all day, and the mileage is dozens of kilometers. I have to go back to my own manor and have a good rest. Lyudmila and Nellie went to the manor in the morning, and I don't know how it went. Thinking of this, Wang Zhong said goodbye to Morozov: "Then I'll leave. Is my guard still in the waiting room? Please notify him. " "Okay. ”

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Half an hour later, Wang Zhong saw the gate of his own manor.

And a large number of refugees in front of the gate.

Rokossov's manor is on the outskirts of Yebao, surrounded by the urban and rural areas of Yebao, and now these places are full of tents.

Church priests and nuns are seen distributing food everywhere.

Wang Zhong: "See that church stall? Pull over!"

Gregory did it immediately.

Wang Zhong got off the car and asked the priest: "What's going on? Why are there so many refugees?"

The priest glanced at Wang Zhong: "General Rokossov?"

Wang Zhong: "It's me. Answer my question."

Priest: "Yebao is the intersection of all railways. People who escaped from the lost land in the west have to pass through Yebao to go to the east. But now the railway cannot be dispatched, so people are stranded here.

"Of course, the conditions in the East are difficult, and some people don't want to go there and stay in Yebao."

As soon as the priest finished speaking, an old lady spoke up: "I'm so old. I heard that Siberia can reach minus 50 degrees Celsius in winter. There is no complete heating and you can only burn firewood. I couldn't survive the first winter."

Wang Zhong wanted to say something, but he held it in for a long time and didn't say it.

At this time, the priest said: "You can only burn fuel in Yebao. There is no heating boiler nearby. In fact, there are warm places in the east, and there are huge pastures. Now our meat and eggs are supplied from there."

Wang Zhong silently took a step back and returned to the car. Compared with the church, there is really not much he can do.

"Let's go into the manor."

Gregory released the handbrake.

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Butler Mikhail and a team of maids greeted Wang Zhong at the fountain at the entrance of the main building of the manor.

When Grigory stopped the car, all the maids saluted in unison: "Master Rokosov."

Wang Zhong frowned slightly: "Isn't it a waste to have so many people serving only me?"

Butler Mikhail immediately replied: "They are also responsible for running the estate of the manor. We provide a considerable part of the meat and eggs distributed to the refugees by outside churches."

Wang Zhong was shocked: "Is this so? I thought this manor was only responsible for the rich wine and meat."

Mikhail: "Since the end of the civil war, I have been working hard to transform the industrial structure and release the fields to farmers. I mainly operate large ranches, wineries, meat processing plants and other grain processing industries."

Wang Zhong said "Oh".

Mikhail: "Most of these maids are also paid. Only those families who have been serving you don't get paid like me. In the past, we even had to pay taxes to you."

Got it, you are my vassals.

Wang Zhong got out of the car and waved to the maids: "Okay, stop bowing, that's it. Don't treat me like a noble."

The maids straightened up.

Wang Zhong found that Nellie was not inside, so he asked, "Where is Nellie?"

"She is your orderly and is no longer a member of the maid team." Mikhail explained, "After all, she is wearing a boat hat, not a maid's headband."

Is this still happening?

Wang Zhong: "What about Liu Xia? Where has my dear Liu Xia gone?"

I have been tired for a long day and want Liu Xia to hug me.

Mikhail: "Liuda, as the hostess, is directing tonight's dance."

Wang Zhong frowned: "Prom? Do you know when it is now? A dance is held at a time of national crisis?"

Mikhail was unmoved: "Of course the dance will be as simple as possible, and it will mainly serve a social purpose. There will be many friends of the master coming over tonight, and it is a good time to introduce you to them.

"I assure you, there won't be any extravagance."

Wang Zhong didn't believe it at all. In his concept, holding a dance itself was an act of extravagance and waste, because there was no such need during the war years.

Wang Zhong: "Don't have any dance party. Introduce my father's old friends, and we can have a simple dinner! Let Liu Xia not prepare anything."

Mikhail: "Want to eat? Isn't this... rude?"

"If anyone thinks this is rude, then he is not qualified to be my friend Rokosov, do you understand?"

Mikhail looked at Wang Zhong again: "I understand."

Wang Zhong: "In addition, the list of invitations also needs to be changed. In addition to my father's old friends, plus the weapons designers currently in Yebao, as well as the young officers who get along well with me in Yebao."

"Young officer...?" Mikhail narrowed his eyes and confirmed.

"Yes, young officer. It is best not to have an old aristocratic background. The family is a farmer, a fisherman or a shoemaker. It is also okay to come from a family that is a forest ranger, a clerk, or a dentist. The old aristocrats can also come, provided that they do not hate being from civilian backgrounds. officer."

Mikhail reminded: "Master, it's almost six o'clock today. We don't have so many announcements. We might as well invite these people to dinner tomorrow."

Wang Zhong looked up at the sky and saw that the sunset had indeed appeared. He nodded and said, "Okay. Let Liu Xia decide on the order... Well, can you still decide now? Isn't everything ready?"

"It's ready," Mikhail said.

Wang Zhong: "Okay. Now I'm going to take a shower."

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At the impromptu dinner party, Wang Zhong saw many old men he didn't know at all.

If it is a dance, there will be an entrance ceremony before the start, and Mikhail and Liusha can introduce the guests one by one.

There was no choice but to change it to a dinner party. Mikhail could only stand next to Wang Zhong and introduce whoever came to toast.

There were so many people in this group, and the Ant people's names were so long that Wang Zhong fainted immediately after one round, as if he was drinking real vodka instead of boiled water.

Anyway, by ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Zhong's dislike of the wine table culture had reached a new level.

Just after ten o'clock, the maids brought in many chairs, and a small band came in with instruments and sat down in a corner of the dining room.

The conductor of the orchestra seized the opportunity when no one was toasting in front of Wang Zhong and said loudly: "Everyone! Everyone knows that heroic epics have always been an enduring music theme! As the leader of the Yebao Symphony Orchestra, I was asked by Rocco I was moved by the heroic deeds of Duke Husband!

"I have created a brand new heroic epic. Now please allow me to dedicate it to the Duke!"

Wang Zhong frowned: "I'm not a duke yet."

Lyudmila came over and whispered: "I didn't call you Prince, just snicker."

Wang Zhong: "Why have you started telling this joke? I want to marry you."

Lyudmila smiled and said: "I know. That's why I can afford to make this joke."

At this time, the orchestra leader turned around, picked up his baton, and made a starting gesture.