Chapter 935: Chapter 37 Heading Towards Tiger Mountain_3

Yegorov, holding a fully loaded gun, dashed into the barn in a few strides.

Then he suddenly saw a living enemy and immediately raised his gun to fire.

At the moment he pulled the trigger, he realized it was a child, probably only eight years old, and urgently lifted the muzzle. The bullet shattered the goggles on the child’s head, knocking off the military cap pressed underneath.

Blood immediately flowed down, covering half of the child’s eye.

The child was stunned, his hands holding the MP40 frozen in mid-air.

Yegorov lifted the muzzle, giving the child a slight smile: “Don’t be afraid, are you okay?”

The child was trembling all over, as if seized by malaria.

Yegorov observed him for a few seconds, lowered his gun, and turned his head to shout outside: “Translator! Is the translator alive? Come quickly!”

At this moment, the child screamed, a hysterical sound like that of a desperate young wolf.

Yegorov: “Don’t be afraid, child–”

The MP40 went off, but the bullets were aimless, flying wildly around Yegorov.

The Deputy Officer reached the barn door, and seeing the situation, immediately fired. The thread-cut caliber bullets shattered the child’s body instantly.

Yegorov: “Damn it! He’s just a child! I wasn’t–”

His words suddenly stopped, and he touched his waist, lifting his hand to see it’s full of blood.

“Damn it…”

Yegorov’s bear-like body collapsed with a loud thud.

The Deputy Officer rushed over to support him and shouted back: “Contact Doctor Kaja! Quickly!”

——–

At that moment, Wang Zhong was in the jeep advancing along the river.

The more he scouted, the more it seemed they should attack sooner.

The enemy isn’t well-trained yet, but in half a year, that might change.

Just then, Vasily suddenly frowned, pressed the radio headset, and picked up the microphone: “Say it again, I didn’t catch that clearly.”

Wang Zhong switched back to his physical view, looking at Vasily: “What’s happening?”

Vasily: “Yegorov was shot in the waist and is in critical condition while encountering remnants of the Self-defense Army on his way to rendezvous!”

Wang Zhong: “What? Where is he?”

“In his Front Army hospital, being rescued by Doctor Kaja.”

Wang Zhong: “Turn immediately, head there now!”

——–

By the time Wang Zhong’s convoy arrived at the hospital, it was already dusk.

He had confirmed Yegorov’s position from 2.5 kilometers away using an aerial view. At least he was still alive at that moment.

The vehicle drove into the hospital, and Wang Zhong rushed out before it stopped, running all the way to the operating room, just in time to see Doctor Kaja lift the curtain and step out.

Wang Zhong: “Where’s Yegorov?”

Kaja shook her head: “He was brought in too late, and the bullet just–go see him for one last time.”

Wang Zhong immediately flipped open the curtain and dashed into the operating room, landing in front of Yegorov’s hospital bed: “Yegorov!”

Yegorov’s pupils dilated the moment he saw Wang Zhong, light returning to his eyes: “Division Commander, even kids they–”

Then, Yegorov’s pupils began to lose focus.

Outside, the unabashed wailing of Doctor Kaja could be heard.

Wang Zhong gripped Yegorov’s hand, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Finally, he released the hand, and gently closed Yegorov’s eyes with his right hand.

He stood up straight, removed his military cap and held it in his hands, watching his comrade one last time.

At last, the crying outside ceased, and Doctor Kaja came in, staring straight at Wang Zhong: “Comrade Marshal, I request to bring my husband Yegorov’s body back to his hometown for burial!”

Popov was the first to speak: “No, to save logistical resources, bodies are to be buried on the spot with a marker, this is the rule, no exceptions!”

Wang Zhong: “No, Vasily, write a notice informing the airfield’s dispatcher to make space on the return flight for a grieving woman and the coffin she carries.”

Vasily quickly wrote the notice, briskly adding Wang Zhong’s signature.

Taking one last look at Yegorov, Wang Zhong put his military cap back on, turned to Popov and said: “Currently, we have the possibility of swiftly capturing Plowsonia, we can’t miss this chance, a resolute attack plan should be executed.

“If the attack is frustrated, then consider plans for attacking next March.”

“If the attack is successful, we will end the war by Christmas–January 7.”