Pavlov arranged Wang Zhong's living quarters right across from the Expeditionary Army Headquarters, snug against a steam bathhouse.
Yakov entered the room and immediately looked puzzled, "This... General, you're living here?"
Wang Zhong, "What's wrong? Can't I stay here?"
"It's miles apart from your estate!" Yakov answered.
Wang Zhong, "The estate is my ancestral property, and I personally have no special requirements for where I live. In fact, at the start of the war last year, I could sleep soundly in the passenger seat of a truck."
Yakov's eyes widened, "Really?"
"Yes, and not to mention something as far back, during the recent Battle of Yeisk, I also slept together with the staff of the Headquarters in a storeroom that served as the headquarters, and I could still hear the 'beep beep beep' of the radio while sleeping."
Yakov looked a bit dizzy, "Being able to fight and sleeping and eating with the soldiers, you sound like Suvorov come again."
