Pavlov handed the watch in his hand to Yegorov, "Board the train in this order, the Labor Camp and railway workers will help us secure the tanks and heavy artillery."
After saying that, he turned to Wang Zhong, "The commanding general's carriage is Carriage Number 1, right next to the anti-aircraft carriage."
Wang Zhong, "I didn't see any passenger carriages though?"
Pavlov smiled faintly, "There aren't any. Your carriage has fewer people, and it also has tables and beds."
... Seems acceptable?
Actually, Wang Zhong was quite curious to try sleeping on straw; after all, he had no idea what kinds of hardship he would face in the future. It might be good to get used to it in advance.
Just then, his hand was suddenly seized by someone.
Immediately after, something as bulky as a big cotton-padded coat wrapped around him, and the chilly night wind that had been blowing disappeared, replaced by warmth.
