I appreciate Mrs. Bing's honesty, and at this time, if you deliberately hide it, there will be no sincerity in cooperation.

I will give a kind understanding to anyone in power who should do it, because they have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders, and when they do anything, they must take into account the interests of the country and the people.

As an ancient Chinese proverb goes, if you don't make decisions for the people, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

So, when Mrs. Ice says this, it only makes me feel admired. The electric falcon is missing, and Miyankov has fallen into the devil's path, so as the third in command of the northern power, she must stand up and take responsibility.

"Don't treat me as an enemy, don't waste combat power on me." I say.

"In my opinion, there are only two kinds of people in the world, either friends or enemies." Lady Ice shook her head.

"We're friends, aren't we?" I asked.

"You didn't naturalize our country, you didn't become one of us, how can you be a friend?" Mrs. Ice asked rhetorically.

I replied in a straight tone: "I am Chinese, and I will not be naturalized into any country in this life, please do not guide the topic in this direction." ”

On Hong Kong Island and even on the mainland, many Chinese people take "going abroad and getting a green card" as the direction of struggle, and even do not hesitate to take all kinds of extreme measures to achieve their goals. Once naturalized as a foreigner, they will tell their relatives and friends all over the place, as if a fish leaping into the dragon gate and becoming an immortal, constantly showing off, swearing that "one person will attain the Tao, and the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven".

I am Chinese, I am proud of it, and I never expected to be an American, British, French, or even a citizen of any small country.

Therefore, as soon as Madame Bing mentioned the issue of "naturalization", I immediately rejected it sternly, lest it form a meaningless dialogue.

"Blondes have always been abundant among our people, and they are the favorite marriage partners of men all over the world. Mr. Long, if you have this need, just hint at me, and countless celebrities and beauties will naturally line up to send them to the door. In addition, with your ability, any military and espionage department in our country is eager to seek talents, and is willing to vacate a high position. The northern powers are both global superpowers with yours, and what other countries can give you, I will double or even ten times ......for you" Madame Ice tried to convince me that the beauties and high-ranking officials offered it together, just waiting for me to nod.

"Alright, let's get down to business." I didn't politely decline, but I didn't give her a damn about what she said, and there was no need to discuss it.

When I was on Hong Kong Island, I encountered similar occasions more than a dozen times a year, all of which were situations in which various political parties tried to recruit me into the gang.

Similarly, whenever I tell the other person "I will always be Chinese", the other person will retreat. This point is incomprehensible even to Lei Dongtian, because ninety percent of his friends have become British citizens, and have obtained various knighthoods, and have been honored by the British government as guests. Half of the remaining 10% are American, French, and Spanish citizens. In short, there are very few people who are content with the identity of "Chinese".

I don't need anyone to understand, it's enough to know what I'm doing.

Since he was born as a Chinese with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, he must accept this, inherit the descendants of Yan Huang and the Chinese blood, and never change his course halfway to become a foreign obedient citizen.

After being silent for a while, Madam Bing spoke again: "Actually, Mr. Long, I have no intention of making things difficult for you. Our relationship can be divided into two parts - friends and comrades-in-arms. As a friend, I hope that your career will be more successful, and it is best to become a person who is worthy of his word and admired by all the people in the Chinese rivers and lakes; As comrades-in-arms, I hope that we will always stand on the same front and fight the enemy together. ”

I smiled and replied: "Madam, as long as your country does not harm the interests of my motherland, then we will always be friends and comrades-in-arms. ”

Historically, the great powers of the north have brought a lot of damage to China, but that is already in the past, and when the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded, it was also the interests of the ruling class of the late Qing government that were destroyed. Now that China is the masters of the country, China is no longer the great Manchu Qing dynasty that was feudal, decadent, declining and impoverished in the past, and all friendships can start anew and develop together.

As I said to Madame Ice, if they are friends, they will help each other develop together, otherwise, they will be enemies.

"Haha, haha, okay, you're right, I also agree, we will always be friends and comrades-in-arms." Mrs. Ice said.

This topic is over for the time being, on the surface, Madame Ice has nothing to do with me, but as long as there is a nationality dispute between us, the topic will always exist and will not die.

Gappov returned from outside the door and bent down to report to Madame Ice: "An order has been passed down, all the teams are ready to march together to the Cheka Town. ”

Mrs. Ice coughed, straightened her waist, and cheered up: "Okay, let's wait for the good news from the demolition team." ”

I noticed that there was something strange about Gapov's face, very different from when he went out.

"General, is there any problem?" I asked.

Gapov glanced at me, his blue eyes hesitant.

"Say." Lady Ice commanded.

"Yes, ma'am." Gappov nodded, "The communication signal in the center of Cheka Town is not very good and intermittent, so I'm afraid there will be some minor problems with the remote-controlled detonation device." The blasting team was removing interference, and the detonation had to be delayed. I called and asked, it's not too much of a problem, they should be able to solve it themselves. ”

My heart sank, this is a big problem, not a small one.

If there is a problem with the remote detonation, it is certain that the safety of the detonation personnel cannot be guaranteed. Then, whoever takes on the task of detonating will become a death squad with no return.

No one wants to fight hard, especially in peacetime. In this way, the immediate consequence is that it cannot be detonated on time, and all plans are in vain.

"Proportions? What is the percentage of runaway blast points? I asked in a deep voice.

On the big screen, the dark cloud coverage is still expanding, and if left unchecked, it will surely engulf the Cheka Town, it is only a matter of time.

"A large part, almost 100 percent." Gabov replied with a wry smile.

"Impossible, impossible." Lady Ice cried out angrily.

Of course, it is possible, our side plans to destroy the clouds with a big explosion, and Miyankov will take measures to counteract.

"Go to the death squad, go to the death squad to detonate." Lady Ice said through gritted teeth.

Gappov rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Yes, yes, madam, it has been arranged, the demolition team said, and is trying to figure it out." Judging by my combat experience, aerial bombardment may be more feasible. ”

I approached the big screen and stared at the billowing clouds.

As Gappov said, sending bombers to throw them into the clouds* is indeed a workaround.

"Mr. Long, what is your opinion?" Lady Ice asked.

I nodded: "You can try, and at the same time, urge the demolition team to try to implement the original plan." ”

The effect of bombing is very different from that of blasting, especially in mountainous areas, where the penetrating ability is extremely poor, and it can kill targets up to two meters underground, and in the case of intensive bombardment.

Madame Ice instructed Gapov to arrange it, but it was clear that, with her military knowledge, she was also not confident in the bombing.

After Gappov went out, Mrs. Ice paced back and forth in the house, her brow furrowed, her face gloomy, and she looked badly frustrated.

"Don't panic, this is not a street fight that can be solved with three punches and two kicks, but a battle of life and death. Even if you lose ground blasting, your country still has a lot of offensive weapons to use. Let Gapov try it first, and then discuss it when you have a concrete result. I comforted her.

"You should have killed Myyankov right now." Lady Ice was remorseful.

"He's just a puppet, and life or death doesn't affect the outcome of the battle." I say.

According to my thoughts, at least Miyankov also gave us a small amount of useful information about the bugs after entering the clouds.

"Mr. Long, I want to call Miyankov." Mrs. Ice said.

That's what I'm trying to do, and as long as I'm able to get through to Miyankov's video call, I'll be able to keep up with the situation.

"I'll fight." I say.

Mrs. Ice shook her head: "No, I'll fight." Now, I am the ruler of this country, and I have to face any dirty things calmly, otherwise, how can I afford to govern the country? ”

I sincerely raised my thumbs up and exclaimed: "Okay, if you say that, I'm relieved." ”

Mrs. Bing took out the phone and glanced at me: "I went out to make a call, there are some political matters-"

I nodded in understanding and made a "please" gesture.

Her concerns were necessary, because I was outside the great northern powers, and only her friend, anyway. Once she touches on state secrets, she must abide by political principles, which is the minimum threshold for every politician and must not be exceeded.

Mrs. Ice walked out, and I sat down silently by myself, staring at the big screen.

I am well aware that if the remote detonation fails, any * buried around the temple will fail, and the plan we have painstakingly made will be in vain, and it will not work at all.

"If—I'm willing to go deep alone and make a last-ditch effort." I told myself slowly in the bottom of my heart.

This is not a whim-spur-of-the-moment decision, but a fearless spirit of sacrifice that "I don't go to hell who goes to hell". Miyankov's video call reminded me that if the scourge of the dark clouds is not eliminated, there will be no peace in the great northern powers, and Eastern Europe and Asia will also be affected.

Again, we only have one earth, and any kind of catastrophe threatens the survival of human beings around the world, not just one place and one city.

Monsoons, ocean currents, migratory birds can all spread disasters that cannot be stopped by manpower.

The crisis of the dark cloud avalanche occurs in the Arctic, so the above three transmission methods will create the greatest convenience for the spread of the crisis, and in less than half a year, the southern region will be completely wiped out.

If you look at the globe, it was the Mongolian border that was the first to suffer when the crisis erupted.

"You can't let the clouds spread, those bugs ......" I silently shuddered.

Miyankov mingles with those ugly bugs, and he himself will turn into bugs, become an alien species, like a monster in a science fiction movie, disgusting.

Outside, Mrs. Ice really retched.

I can guess that she can't help but react after the video call is connected and she sees the huge bugs entangled with Miyankov with her own eyes.

As soon as the door opened, the first to come in was Gapov.

His face was flushed, his eyes were round, and his nostrils were spewing white gas, like a bull that had just been on fire.

"We couldn't do the bombing, there was a problem with the satellite scanning, we couldn't provide the coordinates on the ground. Even if the bombers were dispatched, they would only be ineffective, and they would not know where to throw the * at all. He said.

In this case, the bomber can only be guided by primitive manual coordinates, i.e. firing flares or lighting fireworks on the ground. Of course, if the communication signal can still be transmitted, the guide approaching the dark cloud can transmit the coordinates and let the bomber have a target.

No matter what you do, someone has to fight with their lives, and in order to win, they will kill themselves.

"Are there any death squads?" I asked.

This is a key question, and if you look through the famous battles in history, each side will send dozens of death squads to charge, seize the high ground, and cover the wide range of attacks by their own troops.

Since it is called a "death squad", it is playing a game with the Grim Reaper, and the probability of death is more than 90%.

In particularly difficult environments, mortality is likely to be 100 per cent.

In peacetime, especially in modern warfare, death squads have gradually disappeared, and the cost of individual soldier training is too great, and the military cannot afford to lose more than 100 people. So, there is no point in organizing death squads.