Wang Zhong saw a little girl gulping water from a flask as if she had not had a drink in a long time.
"They're trying to send the women and children out before we're completely encircled," he muttered quietly.
Popov, "Hold out for half a month... looks like we can't hold out anymore."
Wang Zhong suddenly got a jolt, "Now's not the time for lamenting! If they can't hold out there, we have to start moving!"
He leaned over the railing of the overpass and shouted to the troops below, "I'm Brigadier General Rokossovsky, stop forming up, quickly unload the cannons and move them to the No. 3 stockyard over there! Then go to the nearby air defense camp to get camouflage nets. I need you to turn No. 3 stockyard into an artillery firing position by this afternoon!"
The guard of honor's major saluted, "Yes, General!"
Popov looked at Wang Zhong with surprise, "How do you know No. 3 stockyard is suitable for artillery positions?"
"I've looked into it."
It was just a bird's-eye view.
