Wang Zhong: "Is the Commander of the Federation Air Force called Curtis LeMay?"
"Yes, that's his name."
Wang Zhong: "I met him once. At the time, he was with the Commander of the Eighth Air Force. He's a tough and ruthless character. So now he's been sent to fight the Empire of Fusang?"
Vasily: "You seem very eager to attack the Empire of Fusang?"
"Of course, but there are still some loose ends to tie up here. It must be finished first." Wang Zhong glanced eastward. "Otherwise, I would've already rushed off to the distant Orient."
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January 9, Palace of Carefree.
The unconditional surrender ceremony of the Empire of Prosen.
The Celtic Marshal of the Empire of Prosen stopped in his tracks upon seeing Wang Zhong, sizing him up.
Celtic Marshal: "At first glance, it's clear you're a formidable general. No wonder you managed to decimate so much of our army."
Wang Zhong: "How many armies I destroyed doesn't seem to have much to do with my appearance, does it?"
