At 13 o'clock sharp, Colombia was specially liberated. The setting sun pierced through the smoke and sprinkled it on the streets of the District of Columbia. Smeared layer after layer, the golden brilliance almost covered the blood everywhere.

In the Oval Office of the White House, the commander of the Washington garrison, Lieutenant General Sill, sat in a wheelchair, raised his hand painfully to Lieutenant General Izazinka Sr., handed over his pistol and announced his surrender.

The reason why the other party had to sit in a wheelchair was because his left leg was blown off by a bomb thrown on the lawn of the White House, and he almost died with a whimper.

At this moment, the flash light sounded. Coalition war correspondents nimbly pressed the shutter of their cameras to record the historic moment.

After receiving the pistol handed over by the general, the elder Izazinka stretched out a hand and said excitedly to the other party: "General Sir, on behalf of the oppressed people of the world, I would like to express my heartfelt appreciation for your decision. It is undoubtedly a great pity for the soldiers; But for the oppressed of the world, for the fate of humanity and for the historical trend of the new era, there is no doubt that this is a significant contribution. Generalissimo Villadimore has asked me to convey to you his sincere admiration for your determination. ”

I heard that if it was not a junior officer who was sent out, but the supreme commander of the campaign, who surrendered, he might feel a little better. What's more, Comrade Mosvenk's superiors turned out to be so open-minded and open-minded. Even I didn't expect it, and I guess Lieutenant General Sil wouldn't have thought of it.

Of course, there is nothing to say about a defeated general. A failure is a failure.

Then Lieutenant General Sil stood upright and looked around. To the elder Izazinka and to everyone in front of the television, he said: "Although your army has captured the District of Columbia, with the strong resistance of our army, President Dugan and congressional dignitaries have been safely evacuated, and as a soldier of the free world, we have done what we should do." ”

Although he couldn't understand it, the old Lieutenant General Izazinka listened to the simultaneous translation of the interpreter and still nodded. I don't know how much he listened, but I know that it is an unimaginable miracle that our army, which had been confused from the beginning and had no plan and was almost wiped out, could achieve such results.

"In addition, although I am a defeated soldier, I would like to advise your army: this victory may be accidental, but the aggressor will surely lose." At this, General Sil straightened his back, which was a little stiff due to the years.

Listening to the words of the simultaneous translation, the elder Izazinka shrugged her shoulders and showed a hint of a smile.

"You may have felt more about that," he said, "for example, nineteen years ago — oh no, seven years ago — you didn't expect it today. ”

"Farewell!" Ciel's face was not very good at the moment. But he still maintained the etiquette expected of a soldier: put his legs together, raised his head and chest, raised his right hand, sat in a wheelchair, saluted the old Izazinka, and the old Izazinka raised his hand in return.

As Schill turned back in standard fashion and strode out of the White House with his adjutant in stride, I thought, he was walking towards the Allied prisoner of war camp with regret. I hope Lomanov will give him a good arrangement, instead of going to Kazakhstan to dig for sand, or to provide experimental subjects for the Omsk Institute.

After the surrender ceremony, Mosvenck raised his hand and knocked on the Oval Office.

"Haha, welcome, heroes who liberated Washington!" Seeing Mosvenk come in, old Izazinka happily opened her arms.

"I remember that Comrade Izazinka was not enthusiastic about anyone," I asked Makarov quietly, "let alone be so enthusiastic." ”

"When Comrade Mosvenk was first recruited into the storm team, Comrade Izazinka was still a captain of the North Wind Column," said Magyar biting his ear with me, "Comrade Izazinka has always favored our comrade commander, and he was promoted to captain in three months. A year later, while fighting against the pro-American partisans in Mexico, Comrade Mosvenck made another meritorious service and was promoted to major. It can be said that Comrade Izazinka has the grace of knowing our comrade commander. ”

It now appears that this investment in talent was the right one, and the rate of return was much higher than expected.

Mosvenk received an excited hug from Izazinka. Then he stood upright, saluted (several of us were also taken aback, and hurriedly followed the salute) and reported loudly: "Comrade General in the report!" Our unit captured the Pentagon and killed 46 brigadier officers and 1,406 officers and civilians below the brigadier general level. Only 16 of our people were killed and 14 were wounded! ”

"Very good!" Izazinka was thrilled, "Today, communists and other oppressed people all over the world will be proud of this victory!" And the person who has made this great achievement is you, Comrade Nicolai Mosvenck! ”

"You're too much of an award. If it's not ......"

"Don't pat me on the back," Izazinka smiled heartily, "the Supreme Command has called to commend the officers and men of the whole army." And I ask you and me to fly to Moscow immediately to be reviewed and awarded! ”

Fly back to Moscow? It's amazing.

"Now?" Mosvenk glanced at us, pointed at himself, and looked at Izazinka.

"Yes." Izazinka nodded, with a face full of words "I mean it", "Comrade Lomanov's envoy was waiting for us at the airport." ”

"My stuff is ...... in the Pentagon"

"No need to pick it up, Moscow has prepared new dresses for you," Markov said in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious.

"Wait...... What is 'you'? ”

……

Now, the whole world knows about us.

Of course, the tone of the two camps is very different. The coalition called us the greatest heroes, the pride of the Bolsheviks; The Allies portrayed us as bloodthirsty demons, apostles of Satan.

Well, the main thing is Mosvenk. But the name of our heroes is beyond doubt.

In the Kremlin's ingenious Georgiev Hall, we, the heroes of battle, waited together for the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the coalition forces, Comrade Lomanov, to personally award us the honor.

Looking at our new dresses, Izazinka couldn't help but praise: "Especially that young lady, you are more beautiful than any girl I have ever seen. ”

I glanced up and down at myself. Although I don't have that particularly noticeable "curve", I am confident that my body is fairly shapely. looks pretty good, and the new dress on his body is tailor-made. I can't compare to the models in the magazine, but I'm pretty anyway.

During military school, my suitors would be able to line up from the school gate to the dormitory, and it would not be bad here.

"You seem to be a little excited." Magar was behind me, whispering to Mosvenk.

"Take a deep breath and stay calm. Comrade Lomanov is also human. I interjected lightly, "As far as I know, he's a ...... Particularly humorous old man. Well, at least more humorous than you. ”

"It's as if you've not only seen him, but you know him well." Mosvenck asked briefly.

I pursed my lips: "Before joining you, I was in the Kremlin." ”

Mosvenck also wanted to ask which department, but the internal affairs force of the mouth saved me. At this moment, the two guards ordered in a loud voice: "Lizheng-"

Everyone instantly stood up and saluted the door.

Contrary to most people's estimates, the first thing that came from outside the door was the cheerful laughter: "Welcome back, good communist warriors!" ”

The first to come in was the fat Lomanov. Wearing a white imitation military coat that had been stretched into a straitjacket, he walked in front of us with his belly held up, the fat on his face flying, his eyes squinted, and he laughed and screamed. It's not like the style of a national leader, it's like an old urchin.

"Comrades! Victory belongs to thousands of oppressed! Lomanov said, proudly straightening his hat and saluting us back.

The award ceremony began. After listening to Lomanov's lengthy nonsense, the Chief of the General Staff of the Allied Forces, Marshal Gerang Zonva, introduced us one by one. Yurrich stood aside, holding a tray full of medals, which Lomanov personally awarded us.

Whenever Marshal Gerangzona finished reading a name, Romanov took the corresponding epaulettes from the tray and put them on us, and then took the medals and medals of the prime minister and hung them on our left chest.

"Congratulations, you've made a meritorious service," Lomanov whispered as he gave me the medal, "how?" Pretty good along, right? ”

As Lomanov left, I was sure that he had deliberately pinched my chest.

After the award, Mosvenck gave a solemn salute and Lomano held out a hand to him.

Actually, there is no need for Mosvenk to be so serious, Lomanov never minds red tape.

"At the moment, flowery rhetoric is superfluous!" Lomanov stared at Mosvenk's face and clasped his hand, "No matter how beautiful the medal is, it can't show the miracle you have created!" ”

In terms of buying people's hearts, Lomanov really has a set, and even I was almost moved.

Hearing this, Mosvenck seemed very excited. He straightened up, held his head high, and replied solemnly: "Report Comrade Lomanov!" My success comes from the proletarian camp under your leadership and from sympathy and concern for the millions of oppressed people around the world! ”

Those present, both in the high-ranking audience and for us, could not help but look sideways at him.

"Excellent! Very good" Romanov let out a hearty laugh and shook Mosvenk's hand hard again. In this handshake, I could feel that Lomanov was sincere.

I also noticed that there seemed to be someone in the crowd who was staring at us all the time. But when I searched for him, he was gone.