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Seven kilometres south of Khartoum, a small village that doesn't even have an official name on the map. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A gum arabic factory was built here, but it collapsed during the economic crisis in the North Soviet Union, and the owner committed suicide by swallowing a bomb, and later, it was completely abandoned and became a playground for some children in the village.

And now, in the billowing black smoke, the entire factory is in ruins.

A colonel officer hid behind bunker and shouted loudly.

"I tell you, you have no way back, either rush forward or die, this is the last line of defense, if you lose here, you will have no country, your wives and children will be displaced, your home will be trampled by the enemy, you tell me, what are you going to do!"

He roared over and over again, his face red and his ears red, inspiring every soldier.

"Fight to the death!"

The roar of rage in the sky answered him, and groups of soldiers rushed out of cover with rifles in hand and charged forward.

Bullets whistled in their ears, cannonballs fell beside them, and the silver demons flashed in the distance, some of them fell on the way to charge, and some of them fell down just after getting out of cover, but looking at the direction in which they fell, they all brushed forward, which was the direction of the charge.

At this time, they have already killed the red eyes, that's right, they have no way back, and if they retreat, the country will be ruined, and forward, even if it is a moth to the fire, there is a glimmer of hope.

For the sake of the homeland, for the sake of the family, charge, fight, build the last line of defense with my blood and flesh.

Villages were flooded with artillery fire, large swaths of trees fell like wheat, buildings were shattered and shattered, smoke rose from the front, and the front was about five kilometers long and littered with corpses.

Under the powerful firepower, this was a meat grinder, and a regiment of North Soviet soldiers pulled it up, and in less than half an hour, it was beaten to pieces, and less than one-fifth survived.

The earth of the yellow sè has been soaked in blood into bright red sè, and on the road of charging, one foot is stepped on, either in a pool of blood that has not yet coagulated, or on the hands and feet of unknown people.

……

Ram sprinted and knocked down a brick wall, and in the window, at the machine gun point behind the brick wall, several soldiers looked at him tremblingly.

Ram, who was already numb in his heart, directly raised his right arm slightly, and the machine gunner's head exploded directly under the compression of the air**.

There was a sudden sharp sound of a whistle in his ears, but Ram's reaction was a beat slower, and an RPG exploded at his feet, blasting the two remaining soldiers in the machine-gun position into the sky.

Ram was also swept up by the blast and fell several meters away.

Although Ram was not injured thanks to the defensive ability of the mecha on his body, when he stood up and looked ahead, the soldiers of the Northern Soviet Union were rushing in like water, and he felt really tired.

The mecha has sufficient power, but the person who controls the mecha is tired.

How long did you fight? Ram had long forgotten that he had lost count of how many people had died at his hands, all he knew was that dusk had come.

Far away, on the skyline, under the billowing smoke of gunpowder, the brilliant glow of the sunset can still be faintly seen.

What a beautiful riddle!

In a trance, Ram seemed to hear something.

"Forward, proud lion, drinking the waters of the Nile, over the majestic Nuba Mountains, roaring on the Kordofan plateau."

It's the national anthem, the most familiar national anthem!

Am I dreaming? Ram muttered to himself, only dead soldiers in front of him, streamers of bullets and artillery fire, and only the sound of fighting in the sky, the continuous rumbling of artillery fire.

So where did this song come from?

Ram turned his head weakly, and something suddenly appeared on the southern skyline.

On the horizon, it seemed that a black lion appeared, roaring and roaring.

Not a dream!

Seeing this scene, Ram suddenly woke up, it was reinforcements, and the reinforcements had arrived.

After nearly five hours of fighting, the 12th Brigade of the 1st Division and the 21st Brigade of the 2nd Division finally arrived.

The battle line was stretched, and the pressure on the North Soviet Union suddenly increased, forcing more soldiers to be committed, and the war expanded in an instant.

……

Huaguo, Zhonghai.

Zhao Pinghui and other high-level officials deliberately stopped all important matters today, gathered together, and watched this decisive battle that attracted worldwide attention through satellites.

This is the first time since the beginning of the 21 st century that a war can decide the fate of a country.

From morning to evening, several people did not move much at all, and they did not even eat lunch, although they only used satellite photography and large screens to pay attention to this war across thousands of mountains and rivers, but they still felt a kind of urgency, a kind of pressure from the war.

Zhao Pinghui, who is nearly 60 years old this year, did not participate in the more tragic war of that year, but only heard the tragedy of the war from his father's account.

But today, he has witnessed all this with his own eyes and understood the tragedy that words cannot describe.

Zhang Fengzhen, who is only in his forties this year, is the youngest prime minister in the past, he is a top student in college, and he is not from a red family, and the war is too far away from him.

At this moment, looking at the continuous battle line for several kilometers, the artillery bombardment that seemed to never stop, and the soldiers who fell like wheat harvesting one by one, he finally understood the cruelty of war, a kind of cruelty that made people feel palpitations.

His ears seemed to echo with the sound of endless fighting, screams, and made him involuntarily clench his fists.

I don't know when, Zhao Pinghui suddenly opened his mouth: "We may have to review ourselves." ”

He looked at the big screen with calm eyes and said slowly: "We always tell ourselves that war is far away, we want development, we want peace, and we don't use force easily." ”

"We claim to be the superior country of the Celestial Empire, we have the most powerful army in the world, we have a glorious war history and fine traditions, we are not afraid of any provocation, but we do not take the initiative to provoke!"

"I also thought that this was right, that I could tolerate something for the sake of peace, but at this moment, I realized that I was wrong!"

We say we can fight, but the fact is that we have not experienced war for decades, we say that we are willing to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the country and the people, but if one day, war breaks out, you ask yourself, can we do it?"

"Look, under such a disparity in military strength, the soldiers of the North Soviet Union, in order to defend their homeland, still went forward one after another, and rushed to the battlefield without fear of sacrifice, perhaps, they also know that this is just a meaningless move and cannot change the result, but this kind of blood, sacrificing everything, sacrificing everything for the country, is what we are missing."

"Too long of peace has smoothed our fangs and frustrated our claws, we have adapted to comfort and peace, and have quietly forgotten the god of revolution."

"Our country needs blood!"

"I think he is desperate to start this war, that is, to temper the blood that can never be erased!"

Zhao Pinghui's eyes were solemn to the extreme, and everyone present fell into deep thought.

The world is big, the world is small, history is always strikingly similar, the cycle repeats, peace, always only exists in ideals.

Whether a country that is obsessed with comfort and peace can cope with the challenges of the future is not answered.

Xie Xiongmin's old face seemed to be full of vitality, clenched his fists hard, and said categorically: "We need to change, for this country, for our nation, we need to become wolves!" ”

Zhang Fengzhen opened his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed back.

Zhao Pinghui noticed Zhang Fengzhen's expression and said, "Old Zhang, maybe I'm alarmist, but don't you think that world peace has been going on for too long, and I already smell the breath of war." ”

Zhang Fengzhen's expression also became serious, and deep in his heart, he knew that Zhao Pinghui was not alarmist.

This is a world of power, no one is willing to be content with the status quo, the country is strong, it is natural to seek a larger territory, the eternal dynasty, everyone wants.

Even if this day will not come soon, it will still come eventually, and when that day comes, whether Huaguo is ready to meet all this, Zhang Feng does not know, but he knows that Huaguo is not ready yet.

Is peace a shackle, or a shackle that Hua Guo has brought to itself, maybe from this moment, they need to make a change and remove this shackle!

……

Khartoum.

When the dawn shone on the ground, a soldier from the Northern Soviet Union moved and stood up from his bunker.

He looked east, looked at the bright red riddle that jumped out of the horizon, stretched out his arms, as if pouring the sun into his arms, and a touch of happiness appeared on his face.

After a night of fierce fighting, at this moment, he felt warmth for the first time.

The next moment, the smile on his face froze, and a huge black hole in his neck gurgled out with blood, hot blood.

The sound of gunfire intensified in an instant. (To be continued.) )