On December 10, 1915, a day after the light forces had begun their pursuit of the Prosen Army, the armored troops and mechanized infantry of the Abawahan Front Army also started their chase.
Meanwhile, the Front Army Headquarters was also getting ready to set off with the heavy-armored troops.
When Wang Zhong stepped out of the bunker, the tunnel entrance was packed with Anteans, including a large number of women and children.
Pavlov explained, "Yesterday, I had let those living in districts not occupied by the Prosens go home, including many women and children."
Wang Zhong looked at them, his expression softening, "There are still so many women and children alive. Old friend, I feel the value of our struggle in this moment, such value!"
Pavlov patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder, "Liking to ramble is a sign of getting old, yet you're not even thirty, General Davarish."
Wang Zhong, "Ah? General?"
"Early this morning's plane, just landed. Should be arriving soon."
