November 9th, at the Headquarters of the Western Front Army.
Pavlov stuffed a document to Wang Zhong, "The heavy snow is still severely disrupting our troop assembly and ammunition stockpiling, despite mobilizing a million civilians to clear the snow along the railway lines, trains are still severely delayed."
Wang Zhong, "What about other means of transport?"
"We've mobilized three million civilians for transport; just in the heavy snow, over two thousand people have died, but it's still delayed. If the time of attack is set on the 10th, we really won't make it." Pavlov returned to his position, picked up a cup of hot coffee, warming his hands on it.
Wang Zhong, "There are still 11 days."
Popov suddenly slammed the table, "Damn it, I was just in a local church looking at the collected heroic deeds; I really want to counterattack today, rush up and kill those Prosens!"
