Tearing residential areas, Kara Airport Complex. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 White flags flew over the INFO base and the U.S. military, and the two sides ceased fire for twenty minutes, and the soldiers rested in their respective positions. Apocalypse tanks were dispatched to the base to clean up mountains of corpses, civilian corpses, along with U.S. bulldozers.

Bing Che was also on the ground, and a soldier next to him saluted and apologized to him, because he realized that the person next to him was the commander.

"Comrade warrior, just now. Bing Che sorted out the wording: "We just repelled several enemy attacks?"

The soldier was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to shake his head: "I don't know, it's more than once anyway." ”

"Commander, Commander. "The commissar with the domestic 'Barrett' (QBU10 sniper rifle) on his back ran to Bingche with something.

Bing Che, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, opened one eye and asked, "Is there any situation?"

"I found some chocolates when I was cleaning up the battlefield and brought them to you. The commissar replied with a smile.

Bing Che looked at the American chocolate in front of him, reached out and pinched off a piece the size of a little fingernail and put it in his mouth, then waved his hand and said, "Give the rest to the soldiers, they are the main force of the battle." ”

There was a rare calm on the battlefield, and twenty minutes were fast in coming, but there was still silence on the positions of both sides, and neither side launched an attack. It seems that both sides are tired, and both hope that their soldiers can rest for a while, even if it is only for a few minutes, and there is an unimaginable tacit understanding on the battlefield, but at the same time, more machines are being transported to the plane.

"Comrade commander, wake up, there is information from the base. ”

Bingche was woken up by the signal soldier and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Probably, about two hours. The signal corps gave Bing Che an ambiguous answer: "Commander, communications at the base." ”

Bing Che grabbed the microphone of the phone: "This is Bing Che." ”

"It's a very secondary name, comrade. Cheng Songwen's immature voice pretending to be an adult can't make people serious: "Satellite shows that the US military is preparing for a new wave of offensive, and they have dispatched all the tanks and helicopters nearby, are they confident that they can block it?"

"Yes!"

"Comrade Bingche, what I want is not to block! but to annihilate this army! and then move more machines back! understand?" Cheng Songwen added an accent to the word annihilation.

"Yes!

When the phone hung up, Bing Che was first wondering why the temporary communication device was a telephone, and second, he was thinking about how to annihilate the enemy.

"Let the enemy in and fight!Everybody be a black gun!" Bing Che slammed the concrete floor of the airport.

"What? Put it in?! What should we do if the enemy destroys the runway, and the strategic transport plane can't take off and land vertically!" The political commissar who heard the movement came over to object.

Bing Che pressed his temple: "The other twenty transport planes are equipped with some rockets, and those rockets can be installed on the transport planes to take off and land in a short distance, this is a very mature design of Comrade Cheng Songwen's American transport planes in that world, and I will protect the runway." ”

"Well, what's your plan?" the commissar was still worried, but he wasn't the commander after all.

"Squatting pit, black gun. Bing Che dropped this sentence and went to command the troops to deploy defenses.

"Squat...... Clams?"