"Yes, Yegorov has always referred to him respectfully as Division Commander, so let him play that role!"
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Wang Zhong sneezed loudly.
Ludmila: "It must be some Prosen generals cursing you again."
Wang Zhong: "Then my sneezing would never stop."
Alekseyevna, sitting in the passenger seat, turned back: "Don't catch a cold now, this is not the time..."
Wang Zhong: "Even if I were laid up with a cold right now, the counterattack would continue. The only thing that can hold us back is our logistics."
As they spoke, the motorcade passed by a row of burnt-out truck wrecks, all pushed to the side of the road not to obstruct traffic.
Alekseyevna pointed to the wreckage: "Whose trucks are missing?"
Wang Zhong: "Enemy trucks, see the logo on the front? That's Opel, a famous Prosen brand."
Ludmila: "The overturned motorcycle over there should be a Daimler-Benz, also a Prosen brand."