After leaving the cemetery, Wang Zhong remained silent in the jeep.
Vasily sighed, "Should I switch places with Nelly in the car behind?"
Wang Zhong, "Why?"
"Just think it might improve your mood, General."
Wang Zhong, "I'm in a good mood, just suddenly remembered a lot of things."
He looked at the fields beside him, watching the troops advancing across it.
This was half true; his silence was mainly due to surveilling the ground, but he had indeed become distracted by memories of events from two years ago.
Ivan was the kind of guy you couldn't dislike, and you'd quickly become friends with someone like that.
In the past two years, Ivan was not the only friend Wang Zhong had lost. While mourning Ivan, he remembered many faces.
Like the gunner from the original Prosen Tank No. 422—the T28.
He wondered how the gunner's mother, Alekseyevna, was doing now.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhong told the driver, "When we enter the city later, let's swing by 43 Krugan Street."