Jules, July 6, 914, early morning.
Wang Zhong rolled out of his makeshift camp bed and saw Yegorov sitting on the bed beside him, polishing his boots.
Yegorov: "How did you make it back to the front command last night? We all thought you'd find a vehicle to spend the night in."
Wang Zhong: "It wasn't convenient for her."
"How could she possibly come looking for you when it wasn't convenient?" Yegorov countered, "No, no, she came to sleep with you. That Natalia, too, don't believe me? Let B4 fire a shell and as soon as the boom echoes, you'll see another Alyosha scrambling out of some corner with his pants in his hands."
Wang Zhong was amazed. Are Westerners really so open about these things?
Yegorov waited a few seconds but got no reply, so he looked up at Wang Zhong and asked again, "So what really happened? Why didn't you make the lady's wish come true?"
Wang Zhong could only tell the truth.
