On November 1st, just as Wang Zhong had arrived at the division headquarters, he saw Pavlov had already gotten there ahead of time, discussing with the night shift Popov in front of the map.
"The enemy's advance has suddenly accelerated," Pavlov said, cradling his arm while resting his chin on the other hand, "They actually moved forward 20 kilometers yesterday. If they keep this up, they really might break into Ye Fort before it gets colder."
Wang Zhong: "What's going on?"
Pavlov pointed to the telegram on the table: "See for yourself."
Wang Zhong picked up the telegram and read through it quickly, then said, "Haven't you seen the enemy advance seventy kilometers in a day before? Why are you making a fuss over twenty kilometers?
"Besides, I've checked the ground around here. The land isn't like that of Kazarlia; it's naturally harder here, so even if there is mud, it shouldn't have as serious an effect as the black soil in Kazarlia."
