Arc of Gunfire

August 11, 7am, Saint Ekaterina Castle, the capital of Ant.

Wang Zhong parked his car in front of the Equipment Review Committee building, but before he opened the door, a woman rushed up with a child in her arms.

"Saint!" the woman shouted, "My son has been in poor health, please bless him!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the child. Even with his superficial experience, he could see that the child had a high fever, which made him embarrassed: "You should go to the hospital. I don't have this kind of 'special ability'."

The woman: "The doctor treated him and he got better, but it didn't work. He had a high fever three times this year."

"This..." Wang Zhong looked at the child's expectant eyes, and suddenly remembered the case he had heard in the psychology class he took in college to make up for elective credits. It said that a cancer patient who could only live for 3 months lived for half a year because of the placebo effect caused by a doctor's words.

So he said: "I can bless this young man, but you must promise to take him to the hospital and see a doctor in the future."

"I will!" The woman nodded.

Wang Zhong was worried and emphasized, "I am a saint of the secular school. We secular people pay attention to science."

Religion pays attention to science. This statement has a bit of philosophical meaning if you think about it carefully! It can be extended to the big proposition of "Is science a religion?"

Wang Zhong couldn't care so much at this time. He just wanted the woman to take the child to the hospital as soon as possible, so he stared at her eyes: "If you don't go to the hospital and only believe in the power of God, it will be a blasphemy to me, and my blessing is doomed to be ineffective! Do you understand?"

This time the woman swallowed hard and said firmly: "I will take him to see a doctor, absolutely!"

So Wang Zhong put his hand on the child's already hot forehead: "Alexander Nikolayevich, I wish you to grow up like a man like Ant, with a strong physique and an indomitable will. I wish you to fight tenaciously until the last moment no matter what kind of disease you face."

After saying that, Wang Zhong took back his hand, but found that the child's mother's eyes were wide open.

Woman: "I haven't told you his name yet!"

Actually, Wang Zhong did it on purpose. After all, the strength of the placebo effect depends on the listener's trust in the speaker.

So Wang Zhong cheated with the plug-in, looked at the child's name, and "appeared" a little.

He regretted it immediately.

The woman drew a sign on her chest and pulled the child to kneel down: "Miracle! It's a miracle!"

At this time, everyone on the street noticed this side, and their eyes were all locked on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong was embarrassed: "I just suddenly flashed this name in my mind and said it subconsciously, don't make a fuss."

This is even more incredible. The woman shouted: "It was Saint Andrew who told you the name!"

Wang Zhong: "Uh, no, this may be quantum entanglement, understand? It means that quantum entanglement exceeds the speed of light, so the knowledge in my future mind appears in my past mind."

——What the hell am I talking about!

Wang Zhong suddenly felt very fortunate that he had read a lot of science fiction novels, and now he can talk about it very easily.

He continued, "In this way, the information in my mind forms a loop, a Mobius strip that will never end--"

When talking about the Mobius strip, Wang Zhong flashed a short film that had been very brainwashing before the time travel, the main content of which was a pumpkin head dancing.

The world of his hometown appears in flashbacks from time to time. Could it be a kind of quantum entanglement?

The woman was already frightened by the high-sounding terms that Wang Zhong threw out continuously, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I understand! The general is really talented and knowledgeable, thank you very much!"

After that, she pressed the child's head and was about to salute Wang Zhong, but was stopped by Wang Zhong.

"Don't do this, ma'am, I am a saint of the secular school. You kneeling to me will have a bad influence." Wang Zhong pulled up the woman and the child, saying, "Vasily, drive them to the hospital."

"Yes!" Vasily said loudly.

This episode ended just like that. Wang Zhong watched Vasily's car disappear at the intersection, and then looked around.

The crowd was whispering, and you could guess what they were saying with your toes.

The tavern in Yebao must be lively tonight.

Wang Zhong sighed and walked up the steps of the Equipment Review Committee.

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In the chairman's office, the state lady Gabrielle had sorted out a pile of documents waiting to be processed.

Wang Zhong couldn't help asking when he saw the document: "Didn't anyone in the committee make a decision when I was away?"

"Yes." Gabriel answered immediately, "During your absence, we released another demand and held two approval meetings. A total of 6 new equipment were put into trial production, and one new equipment was finalized."

Wang Zhong: "What was finalized?"

Although Gabriel was a state lady who knew nothing about military affairs, she had obviously done her homework and immediately answered: "The T70 light tank aims to use the production line of the previous BT series light tanks to build some light tanks that can be used."

Wang Zhong: "Light tanks are really good for suppressing enemy infantry and half-track vehicles. Especially in the next six months, there will be a relatively large gap in the replenishment of tanks in Proson. The main task of our army's armored forces is probably not to fight the enemy's armored forces, but to kill a large number of infantry."

Mrs. Gabriella: "The Army officers responsible for the approval thought so too."

Wang Zhong felt a little relieved that the school and the equipment committee could still function normally without him and meet the various needs of Ant's army.

"Since the army officers agree with me, can we hand over all these documents to them?" Wang Zhong asked tentatively.

Mrs. Gabriella exudes a sense of majesty as a class teacher, and has considerable oppressive power over men in Siris who are Wang Zhong's age.

Now Ms. Gabriella pushed up her glasses, and her temperament suddenly came up: "These have been streamlined and must be handled by you. Some documents have been delayed for three months, and it will not affect our army's combat effectiveness if it continues like this. Problem?"

Wang Zhong had no choice but to sigh, sit down at his desk, and open the first document.

"About the production finalization evaluation and naming of new medium tanks"

Wang Zhong suddenly became interested and flipped through it quickly.

The report was written by an expert group of the Ordnance Bureau. It pointed out that the new medium tank has a series of problems such as the high failure rate of the new gearbox. However, it also believed that the improvement in combat effectiveness brought by the new tank cannot be ignored. The new tank should be used as soon as possible to replace the T34 to reduce the overload of the armored forces. High casualty rate.

The overall casualty rate of Ant's armored forces was very high, especially the armored units of several front armies that did not receive enough new tanks. Some tank brigades only had two tanks left, and more than half of the crews were killed, and the rest were lying wounded. In the hospital.

The Army urgently needs equipment to make up for the quality gap between the armored forces on both sides.

Perhaps this demand affected the final judgment of the expert group. Anyway, they signed and agreed to the mass production of the new Chinese tank.

However, the production model of the new medium tank has not yet been decided. Obviously, it is waiting for Wang Zhong to make a decision.

Wang Zhong picked up the pen and commented at the end of the document: "It is recommended that the production model number of the new tank be T54. May 4th every year is Youth Day, a festival for our young tank soldiers. It is appropriate to use this as the production model number of the tank."

After writing, he signed his name, picked up the red seal on the table, and slapped it hard on his signature.

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While Wang Zhong was working hard, Lyudmila was preparing for Ballas' trip to Rokosov Manor.

"Although I really want to just wear a military uniform," Lyudmila looked at herself in the mirror, "but there will be a ball in diplomatic occasions, and I need to bring a dress and clothes. The styles of my dresses are all old, all from before the war. Palace-style things, I heard that minimalist evening gowns are now popular. Can I still find a tailor in Yebao to help me modify my gown?”

Nellie: "I went to inquire about it yesterday. The tailors are now helping to make military uniforms and other supplies and have no time to make evening dresses. However, it is now popular among the ladies in the city to modify their own dresses and follow the ones sent from the United States. Fashion magazine revision.”

Lyudmila: "What kind of magazine?"

Nellie snapped her fingers, and a maid immediately brought it to her: "A magazine like this, ma'am."

Lyudmila took the magazine, looked at the girl on the cover with her skirt blown up by the wind, and opened her mouth slightly: "Ah? This is..."

Nellie: "Now this magazine is very popular among officers who have returned from the front line and are on leave in Yeburg. They can be exchanged for 25 kilograms of doctor sausage on the black market."

Lyudmila: "The black market was not attacked by the Inquisitor?"

Nellie: "Madam, there are always people who don't want to eat so much sausage and caviar and want to change something. I think the inquisitors should have acquiesced in the existence of the black market."

Lyudmila nodded, then stared at the girl on the cover.

"What's her name?"

"It seems to be called Monroe."

"Nellie, do you think Alyosha will be happy if I dress like this?"

Nelly thought for a while and nodded seriously: "I think he will!"

Lyudmila: "Okay, then I will make such a set of clothes myself! Look at what can be used to modify the old dress."

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At the same time, Summer Palace.

Olga looked at General Turgenev with a serious expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

The general placed a document in front of Olga.

Olga exclaimed after reading the title: "Are you going to make yourself a marshal? I thought you wouldn't do such a thing!"

General Turgenev: "Because I am retiring. My Majesty, if I don't become a marshal, I will have no chance. After I retire, you must take good care of yourself, Your Majesty. Belinsky is not a good person, and those aristocratic factions are even more It is unreliable. Your sworn brother is the only wall that blocks the wind."

Olga signed her name at the end of the general's promotion document, then stood up and handed it to him: "Don't worry, I have figured it out. I am still the tsar now to avoid everyone's confusion due to the change of leaders. When the war is over, I will look for the right time to end tsarism."

The old commander nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised on his always serious face: "Very good. As for the new military commander, a person in this position cannot command troops on the front line for a long time, so Marshal Rokossov is not suitable. I think Rokossov’s chief of staff, Pavlov, is very suitable, but the three of them have already cooperated very smoothly and should not be separated.”

Olga: "Just recommend one, I believe in the person you recommend."

The old commander nodded with satisfaction and saluted Olga: "Well, Your Majesty, although it will be two months before I officially retire, but - let me say goodbye first. Goodbye, my lovely Majesty."