August 3rd, 5 PM Melania Standard Time, an hour ahead of Norman Duchy time.
First Front Army Headquarters in Kazarlia.
Wang Zhong saw Amelia entering with the liaison officer and telegrapher and roughly guessed what was happening. He said, "Landing?"
"Yes." Amelia's mouth curled up to her ears, "Now on the continent of Europa, it's no longer just you resisting Prosen."
Wang Zhong: "Don't make it sound like I'm the only one resisting Prosen. There are ten generals and three marshals commanding troops on the frontline."
Vasily: "In this room, there are two generals and one marshal."
"I'm just fortunate; everyone knows most of my duties are taken over by a marshal." Popov shrugged, "My daily work is just managing the drinking issues in the troops and admonishing the overconfident Quick Victory Faction."
Everyone laughed, Pavlov reached out to the liaison officer: "Give me the telegram, we've prepared the map, let's see how to plot it."
