"After we get on there, we'll be nailed there and won't go anywhere!" declared Nikola Grasimovich, the commander of the First Naval Infantry Division decisively.
Wang Zhong nodded. "Good, the Armored Troops will complete the breach operation. Your job is to hold the beachhead."
In Steelgrad on Earth, Sturmtiger had also never managed to take down the two landing sites opened by the Naval Infantry, and Russian troops continuously came ashore from the landing sites.
Wang Zhong patted Nikola Grasimovich's shoulder hard. "I've approved the landing plan. It's all up to you tomorrow."
Nikola Grasimovich smiled, saluted, and was about to leave.
Wang Zhong: "Hold on, don't leave before you eat."
Nikola shook his head. "No, I better not. I've heard that commanders who have eaten don't come back."
"That's superstition," Wang Zhong said, before remembering that Popov was also nearby. He carefully glanced at him.
