This is the end of the call. However, when I closed the computer, I was actually very disappointed.

"What's the matter, Comrade Commissar?" Even in the dimly lit cabin, Makarov saw at a glance my unhappiness and asked me with concern.

Even others can see it......

I shook my head slightly, squeezed out a smile that looked as good as possible, and said to Makarov, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. Speaking of which, why haven't you slept yet? ”

Makarov pursed his lips, raised his eyelids, and replied unnaturally: "The comrade chief I protect has not slept, how can I sleep - by the way, Comrade Political Commissar, whose communication was it just now?" What was said? Do you want to tell ......?"

I glared at him feigned annoyance, interrupting half-jokingly and half-warningly, "Do you know the rules of secrecy?" The affairs of the command level do not have to be open to everyone. There are some things you don't need to know, otherwise it's a leak, you know? ”

"Oh......" Makarov nodded in understanding. However, judging by his expression, one day, he would tell Mosvenk sooner or later.

Never mind. At that time, I had my own way.

“…… Well, Comrade Commissar, I believe you," Makarov continued to nod his head in understanding, yawned, and said with a sleepy face, "and there are still a few hours before we get to Miami." I slept first, Comrade Commissar. Good night. ”

He closed his eyes in peace. It didn't take long for the snoring to start starting.

I was the only one left, and I didn't sleep all night.

And the one who supported me and never slept is estimated to be ...... It's to Villadimore, hate.

……

Our plane arrived over Miami around 8 a.m. The reason why it took so long was because the plane flew over the South Atlantic Ocean again, made a big circle, and then flew through northeastern Mexico to Miami.

"All ready, arrive at the target location in three minutes, and start the airborne," as if he had long been accustomed to the anxious urging of the airborne troops, when Mosvenk opened the cockpit door, the pilot immediately replied, "the wind speed is ......"

"It's not for me to worry about," Char, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I just want to know, this time I won't land in the sea, or be shot down by the Allied devils first, right?" ”

There were two layers of laughter on the field. The veterans laughed first, and the newcomers didn't understand this stalk, and after hearing what others said, they also began to laugh, only the pilots didn't understand.

"It's okay...... Don't care about these details," I couldn't hold back my smile and asked the pilot, "The Allied defenses below should have been cleared, right?" ”

"Well......" the pilot turned on the TV in the cabin and said to us, "see for yourselves." This time it's a lot of noise. ”

I went back to the cabin. But it didn't take long for Mosvenk to "get ready!" Skydive in one minute! The shouts resounded throughout the cabin. I rolled my eyes, put away my makeup and laptop, and took the parachute from Makarov.

"You're too lazy," Mosvenk grumbled expressionlessly as he passed me, "it's long overdue to start preparing, move quickly." ”

"Understood! Comrade Commander! I yawned angrily, "Don't worry." Even without us, we would have been able to succeed this time. ”

Then I followed Char and jumped into the vast white sky. Like last time, it was Mosvenck who pushed me down from behind.

……

Of all the tactics, airborne is arguably the craziest form of warfare. Not one of them.

Whether it is a landing, a special infiltration, or a roundabout interspersed with armored forces, they all follow a basic principle, that is, "there is still a way out" - well, this may not be the case with special infiltration, but the goal of special infiltration is the smallest.

But if you are airborne...... Well, it seems to me that there is really not much difference between appearing in the heart of the enemy at great risk, carrying a pitiful heavy weapon, and attacking a strong Japanese enemy who may have been well prepared.

With the lessons learned from last time, this time I'm ready. If the situation is not right, you must retreat immediately, and life is more important than anything else.

As soon as it landed, a shell about 120 mm in diameter spewed several meters of flames and quickly landed near us. In an instant, the depleted uranium core of the armor-piercing bullet flew over the bridge deck hundreds of meters with a thunderous momentum, carrying huge kinetic energy and destructive power, and hit a position near us.

The bullet core quickly pierced through the wall of the solid bunker next to it, and the hard reinforced concrete expanded inch by inch like mud, and then shattered, breaking away from the constraints of the ground and flying in all directions. The fine cement blocks expand at a high speed, like a sparse wall, but the wall is mixed with lethal lethality

It was at this moment that the sonic boom of the projectile came from the place where the projectile hit, and the sound of the bridge deck exploding also diffused. The scene was like a thunderbolt striking the earth, which was deafening and even overturned many of the surrounding coalition soldiers.

"This greeting gift from the allied devils is not friendly!" I scolded hard.

"That's not an Ally!" Mosvenk slammed the ground and cursed, "Comrade Sophia! Hurry up and contact the troops who have not yet landed in the city and tell them to land in the city! ”

"Huh?" I haven't reacted yet. Mosvenck yelled at me, "You still don't understand? Damn saturation blows, it's coming from the sea! That's our artillery fire! ”

I was taken aback. It seems that this is indeed the case. Allied firepower is precious, and only the coalition forces can do this kind of artillery shell without money

Thankfully, after a round of shells, I was just spilled over by rubble and dust.

Before I could get up and run to a place where I wouldn't be accidentally killed by friendly surface support artillery, another shell came out. This time, a high-explosive grenade came from nearly two thousand meters away, flew over Mosvenk's head with a whoosh, and landed on the ground a hundred meters away

The power of the grenade was completely devastating, and everything near the explosion was blown away by the air wave as if it had no weight. Even at a distance of 100 meters, the shock wave shook me and made me collapse to the ground, not daring to get up.

"Don't move," said Mosvenk, taking off his helmet, with a sigh, "it seems that Comrade Villadimo will not stop until the ammunition for this base is finished." Can only hope for ......"

Then another shell, which fell near us, and we had to pass through the beachhead, which had already turned into scorched earth and corpses, to the bottom of the breakwater. Neither the Allied bullets nor the Allied artillery fire could help us.

The sound of Didi Di sounded in the computer again, and it was annoying to listen to. I ignored the waves and the explosions on the beachhead as much as I could, and hurriedly turned on my computer. But on the computer, the shouting from the other side made people even more annoying.

It was the voice of Slavik. This guy, who had always had a gloomy face in the past, was able to maintain his composure in such a critical situation.

He shouted, "Ask for help!" We've run into damn Allied armored forces in the city! ”

"What did you just say?" I held on to my computer screen in disbelief and shouted as much as I could, "This is impossible!" ”

In fact, I also know that the so-called "impossible" is nothing more than a roar of self-deception. There is no doubt that it is happening right in front of our eyes. There is only one way to deal with it.

However, it doesn't seem like I need to worry too much. A flash of fire fell from the sky, boomed, and exploded suddenly. The shells fell in the narrow streets, the violent air waves overturned countless armored vehicles, and even dozens of tons of tanks were blown up to the turrets, and the surrounding buildings that were originally standing safely also fell down at this moment.

Huge clouds of smoke and dust spread in all directions, quickly obscuring my vision in front of the computer. When I looked up, the residential area on the east side was already dusty. As our fire intensified, more and more buildings gradually collapsed, mixed with sporadic cries and gunfire.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked Slavik, who was on the other side of the screen, "Hear it, please answer!" ”

In the midst of the chaos, I heard the low, high-horsepower diesel roar coming out of the smoke.

I saw several Allied multipurpose infantry fighting vehicles, crushing countless bricks, rushing across from the Allied improvised barricades that had been dismembered by coalition fire.