Despite the early arrival of winter, which helped dissipate the muddy conditions, the Prosen Sixth Army Group was still short on ammunition on October 27.
That morning, the counterattack of the Sixteenth Army Group began.
Wang Zhong stood at the headquarters entrance, listening to the artillery fire coming from the west.
Because the artillery position was a bit far from the headquarters, the sound of the guns was deep, like a hammer wrapped in five cotton quilts smashing on the floorboards.
The north wind poured into Wang Zhong's collar, making him shiver.
Yakov, seeing this, took off his scarf and handed it to Wang Zhong, "Commander, you wrap this around."
Wang Zhong, "No, no, I'm fine. I just need to button up my coat. It's not that cold yet—I didn't bring out my overcoat…"
As he spoke, he buttoned up his coat, which indeed warmed him considerably.
