Hearing this, even I couldn't help it, interrupting the gushing of Generalissimo Viladimore.

"With all due respect, Comrade Marshal......"

"Huh?" Perhaps perhaps not expecting me to interrupt, Generalissimo Viladimore stopped speaking, his panther-like gaze directed straight at me.

"Excuse me, Comrade Generalissimo," I said to Villadimore, as calm as I could, in a calm voice, "there are many troops that can land in Miami, and we are not necessarily needed. And we are still in Moscow, we don't know anything about the battlefield, we haven't made any preparations......"

"It's not a big deal," Villadimore interrupted me rudely, "answer me, Comrade Sophia, are you allied troops or not?" ”

I didn't know why Villademo was asking this question, so I straightened my back, stood up and saluted, and shouted: "Report to Comrade Commander-in-Chief!" We are all Global United Democratic Army fighters......"

"That's enough. At the time of the revolution, Comrade Lomanov had already authorized me to mobilize any of the coalition forces that had adopted a resolution on participation in the revolutionary war. Generalissimo Villadimore let out a "hehe" sneer and nodded slightly. Against the dark background, even the beard seems to reflect the light that seems to be absent.

"But it has nothing to do with why we landed," I asked, frowning and confused, "there are too many troops at the front. ”

"I don't think so," Villadimo said with a sigh, "Miami is a very important port for American devils." Although there is no main Allied force there now, as long as a main force is deployed there, we will tear a big hole in the American front. ”

I nodded slightly. The long-term peace not only paralyzed Dugan, who "American boys will never go to war", but also paralyzed the military school nerd, Kaveley, who falsified his combat history in China.

From the content of the front-line battle reports that I can see in my current authority, Cauwilli has concentrated his troops in the area near the U.S.-Mexico border, which has led to the emptiness of the northeast of the United States, and we can only succeed in raiding the Pentagon; And now, Dugan is clearly in a move-and-move mentality, and has concentrated the remaining forces and Canadians in the northeastern United States, and Miami has been exploited again.

Of course, if the Pentagon's group of Allied staff officers and generals were still there, the United States would soon realize the trouble; Unfortunately, most of them have already bled all over their bodies, and some of the lucky ones have already entered the prisoner of war camp.

Three years ago, in a televised debate, Vila Demo ridiculed Kaveli's remark that "a military nerd can compare to a revolutionary soldier who grew up in a pool of blood for thirty years", which I still remember vividly.

"As soon as Miami is captured, the Fourth Fleet, which the United States is moving out of the Gulf of Mexico, and the Second Fleet, which is already stationed on the East Coast, will completely lose the possibility of rendezvous. If we can still take this opportunity to directly destroy the Mayport base in Florida, the only chance for the US Fourth Fleet to survive is to bypass the dangerous south coast of Cuba and go to the South American cone," Generalissimo Viladimore shook his head with a sneer. His eyes told me that he couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, "There are no Allied main forces in Miami, just a group of troublesome offshore task forces." All you have to do is destroy them and provide cover for our subsequent large-scale landing force. ”

"That's exactly what I don't understand," I insisted, "and we're not ready, or even understand the situation on the battlefield." What's more, there are many other troops that can be mobilized, and we are not the only one, nor the best ......"

"No, no, no, Comrade Commander. It's not for you to worry about," Villademo's words suddenly became serious, retorting in a tone that would not allow others to question, "There is no doubt that you are the most suitable choice. After all, you've already carried out a similar attack, haven't you? ”

I was about to open my mouth to refute, but suddenly I stopped talking, and made a look of wanting to say something.

"I see," I said, "all right...... On behalf of Comrade Commander, I accept this order. Don't worry, give me three hours, and I'll be in charge of the ideological work of Comrade Mosvenk. ”

Mosvenk, who had been in the corner just now, silent, suddenly raised his head at this moment. I put my hand back and made a "stop" gesture to him.

I'm curious to know what Mosvenck's expression looks like when he wants to say something. Villadymour, it seems, was pleased with the expression.

"One more thing," I said, "since the rear can't provide troop support, maybe we can provide fire support from the sea?" If there is no support, relying on our hundreds of people to assault, in terms of effect, it is more meaningful to drive thousands of cannon fodder to death. ”

"No problem, no problem!" Villademo rubbed his hands together and looked at us with a smile in his eyes, "That's inevitable. Fellow communist fighters, no matter how hard and difficult they are, must have the courage to move forward! I will provide you with fire cover at sea and help you destroy all the obstacles that stand in your way! Hahaha......"

your comrades! I really want to scold like that.

The screen was pitch black again. When the image of the Generalissimo of Villadimore finally disappeared from the screen, a pair of hands grabbed me from behind.

"Hey...... Comrade Commander...... What are you doing......" I was shocked. When he came back to his senses, he had been pushed into a corner by Mosvenck. My face flushed slightly, but when I saw his angry face, which was a little distorted, I immediately calmed down again.

"Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Villadimo is crazy, are you crazy too?" Mosvenk roared, "Do you know where that is? ”

"I've always been calm," I replied lightly, "and it's because I'm calm that I agree." We can't say no anyway. ”

"So you're giving in to Comrade Viladimore's unreasonable demands and sending our fighters to Miami overnight?" Mosvenk is really a tendon, and I still don't understand why?

"Do you think this is Comrade Viladimore's military operation?" I looked at Mosvenck and asked coldly, "From the raid on the Pentagon to now, you still can't understand?" ”

There was a soft knock at the door, and Magyar greeted him cautiously.

"Get out!" Mosvenk's roar outpaced the explosion of the grenade, and Magyar fled.

"Forget it...... I didn't expect you to understand the purpose of Comrade Villadimore," I struggled for a moment, and found myself unable to break free from Mosvenck's strong arm, so I gave up the struggle, "You just need to know two things. ”

For Mosvenck, "the purpose of Comrade Villadimore" was obviously more worthy of his attention than "the matter that Comrade Commissar wanted him to know". Fortunately, he did not continue to get to the bottom of it.

"What's the matter?" Mosvenk's anger subsided somewhat, but his strength did not diminish.

"First, we are comrades-in-arms," I looked into Mosvenck's eyes and responded to the distrust in Mosvenck's eyes in a calm tone, "Maybe you don't like political workers or female soldiers, but there is no doubt that we are comrades-in-arms." You can find a way to get me out, or whatever. But as a communist soldier, I have to worry about everyone in this unit for a day in this unit, not drag everyone back. Comrade Lomanov said that you are the most difficult thorn in the face, don't tell me that you are afraid of a weak female political worker. ”

"Second?" Mosvenk continued to ask.

I kicked Mosvenck lightly and muttered, "You're hurting me." ”

……

When Makarov broke in, Mosvenk turned his back to the gate and pretended to be interested in the "world map of the division of spheres of influence between the coalition and the allies"; I'm going to be more troublesome, if Makarov wasn't too slow, it would have been hard for him not to see my flushed face.

"Comrade commander, he ......," Makarov asked me cautiously, and then stopped talking.

"It's fine." I lied. Where the elbow was caught, there was still a dull pain at the moment.

"So, Miami's Operational ......"

"Is there anything else you can do but say yes?"

"But Comrade Political Commissar, if I'm not mistaken, Comrade Commander didn't say ......"

"I can still understand your words, but Comrade Commander...... It's naïve. I don't want us to get involved in these things, it doesn't seem to be going to be the case. ”

"Huh? What are we involved in? ”

"You don't think that Generalissimo Villadimore sent us for military purposes, do you?"

"This ......," Makarov froze.

I didn't answer Makarov's questions, I walked directly into the elevator and asked him a faint question: "What are you doing there?" ”