At 1 a.m. on the 23rd, Wang Zhong said to Pavlov, "Begin."
Pavlov picked up the phone.
Popov muttered beside him, "I feel like we've been through this scene many times before."
"In fact, it has happened many times," Wang Zhong recalled, raising his right hand to count his fingers, "three times, right? Each time we take a small bite out of the enemy, over and over again."
Popov sighed, "Now it would be great to achieve a small-scale victory. To expect a thorough and decisive victory like last year at Prosen is hardly possible now."
Wang Zhong added, "I really thought that with the First Mobile Group Army at hand, I could conquer everywhere, but things have not gone as I wished. Prosen is strong, and we are not as formidable as we imagined."
As he spoke, Wang Zhong walked to the map, stood with his hands behind his back, and fell into deep thought.