After finishing his meal in the dining hall, Wang Zhong had just stepped out when he faced Popov.
Popov, "Did you also receive the order?"
As he spoke, he noticed Vasily coming out with Wang Zhong's military uniform and new epaulettes and snorted disdainfully, "It seems you did. Then, as my duty as the Military Bishop of the 151st Division, I suggest we assemble every morning before breakfast and tidy up after meals."
Vasily frowned, "Do we have to polish our boots again?"
Popov, "Not just polish boots. I went to the dormitory today, and some people don't even fold their blankets! It's understandable during wartime, and I can tolerate lax military discipline, but since we've entered a rest and replenishment phase, all this needs to be taken care of. It can reduce casualties in the next battle."
"Shiny boots can reduce casualties?" Vasily sarcastically challenged.
Wang Zhong, "You're making even me think you're a pain."
"Sorry, General."
