"Making history?" Mosvenk smiled, "The entire coalition is making history, we ...... Do you want to make history a little more exciting? For example, into the front line of combat? ”

"Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to let you go to the U.S.-Mexico border to fight with tanks in tandem, it's too big and unnecessary," Lomanov shook his head and replied, "The United States is like Sam in my hands right now, his outstretched garrison is shrinking in panic as his limbs, and the little Allied strength on the U.S.-Mexico border is useless." As far as I know, they want to create a new line of defense in San Francisco-Atlanta-New Orleans. There is no doubt that whether it is the US-Mexico border or the Caribbean, our attacks there, although they are in the direction of the main force, have lost their suddenness. ”

As he spoke, Lomanov suddenly poked Sam's head with his finger, causing him to immediately shrink his limbs and neck, and almost everyone laughed at Sam's antics behavior.

"So what do we do?" A bearded soldier knocked on the table and said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be that we are going to attack ...... directly"

"That's right!" Lomanov laughed and said, "You are the vanguard of the New England Front!" Most of the Allied surface ships and air force aircraft left the northeastern United States to southeastern Canada, and the Allied forces in this area did not exceed 20,000. In addition to two divisions of the National Guard and more than a dozen aircraft in New York and New Jersey, there are only reserve and police militias. It can be said that Washington is now defenseless. ”

"So the offensive will be launched off the coast of New England?" I glanced at Mosvenck in amazement and saw that he seemed to know it.

Damn, I'm a full-flone student in a military academy, why can't my brain turn as fast as Mosvenck?

Lomanov smiled knowingly and nodded, but then his expression became serious.

"But there's a small problem: the operation will be meaningless if the White House, the headquarters of the imperialist Allies, is not destroyed. If you follow the procedure of the Vikings: from assembling preparations to scouting the open sea, crushing non-existent Allied surface ships, crushing Allied coastal defense forces, breaking through harbor defenses and landing on ports and beachheads, deploying troops after establishing a landing zone, and so on, to completely controlling Washington...... By the time the red flag was planted in the White House, Dugan would probably already be drinking tea in Canada. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but discuss: Assault Washington and capture Dugan alive? I could hear everyone whispering excitedly.

"We were the first unit to be airborne in Washington, right?" "After a successful airborne landing, we will destroy the Allied command center and disrupt the U.S. defense deployment, so that we can achieve greater superiority in the first phase," Mosvenk said. Hundreds of thousands of Allied soldiers then poured into the beachhead from New York to Washington, D.C., and the Allies would lose each other in the east and south. ”

I have to say that this guy is really a master, because after listening to his analysis, even Prime Minister Lomanov had to be impressed.

"That's right, Comrade Commander," Prime Minister Lomanov nodded in approval, "I appoint you as the Captain of the First Brigade of the Cold Wind Column, and you are responsible for carrying out the plan to storm the White House!" The fighters of the 300 storm teams don't care about the garbage in Washington, right? ”

"There's a small problem," Mosvenk said softly, "that the Storm Team doesn't have female soldiers. ”

This made the atmosphere quite awkward. I looked at Mosvenk with a little annoyance: "Comrade Mosvenk, I'm not going to hold you back!"

"But the rules left by Comrade Cherdenko," Mosvenk replied with a blank look, "although he is wounded and unconscious, he should not tolerate this military rule being arbitrarily changed." ”

Lomanov seemed to be saying with his eyes: this is the guy you will face in the future, the situation on the front line is not as comfortable as in the Kremlin, right?

"You have to take Comrade Sophia with you," Lomanov said with a smile, "and she will act as a political commissar until the next one arrives." Comrade Sophia should not be holding back. ”

I felt like everyone was looking at me with bad intentions. Mosvenk was still pondering, but I had already reacted. These guys only believe in people with real war talents, and the previous political commissars probably did not have this skill.

"Don't worry," I smiled as charmingly as I could all, "I'll be your good teammate, I'm no worse than you." ”

……

"I hope you won't give everyone too much of a headache," Mosvenk said distrustfully as he got on the plane, "The first few commissars all quit voluntarily because of their poor fighting qualities. If you can't stand it, report it early, you're a lesbian, we won't laugh at you. ”

I made a gesture of disdain, and before I could say anything, Mosvenck immediately retorted.

"You are an honor student in the military academy," Mosvenk said lightly, "The last political commissar of this unit was a Soviet hero who came down from the Mexican anti-drug battlefield, and he was taken away after half a year." It's a pity that our political consciousness is not so high, otherwise, I would really like to apply for a storm team to be my own political commissar. ”

He spoke so fast that I couldn't keep up. He also touched his chin as he spoke, only to notice that he had shaved his "Leninist" beard clean, an embarrassing gesture that made all the soldiers laugh and bend over.

This damn Mosvenk, I don't know how many pounds and taels there are on the battlefield, at least when I was in military school, no one talked to me like that.

Having said that, there are few people who dare to call Lomanov brothers and sisters like old acquaintances. Even Prime Minister Lomanov didn't look at it, let alone anyone else.

It reminds me of Villadimore. For a moment, I felt that Mosvenk was really like the commander of the coalition forces.

……

"15 minutes to get to the District of Columbia, all ready!" I don't know how long it was, and I don't remember how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the warriors in full gear. There were 120 people on the plane, and I was the last to wake up.

"The lazy worm is up?" Mosvenk's words were so painful that I rolled my eyes in anger.

"yes. And she saw another diligent bug in the belly of the early bird. ”

Everyone laughed and bent over. Not only Kukov, but also several older ones couldn't raise their heads with laughter, and only Mosvenk looked surprised.

I patted the vice-captain Magar on the shoulder and asked, "Is this joke so funny?" ”

The vice-captain was no longer able to speak, and the adjutant Sviyank was even more out of breath.

The laughter was interrupted when the alarm went off. The plane jolted several times, and Mosvenck and I were the first to squeeze to the cockpit door.

"What's going on!" Rushing into the cockpit, I shouted with Mosvenck. Then Mosvenck frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Why did you come in too?" The political commissar should stabilize the morale of the army when the troops are in a panic! Get out! ”

What a megalomaniacal guy. I rushed out of the cockpit in a rage and shouted to everyone on the plane, "Be quiet!" The plane had some minor glitches and we were able to fix them very quickly......"

The ends here. As a comment, Mosvenk kicked open the cabin door, his eyes were quite cold, and he gritted his teeth before squeezing out a few words: "Comrade pilot told us that the plane can no longer be saved, and everyone immediately parachutes!" ”

"What's going on?" I jerked my head back and asked, and Mosvenk walked silently to the airplane's skydiving door and kicked it open with a hard kick.

"We have lost four Dreadnought-class battleships off the coast of New England, and although we have not yet destroyed the Allied defenses, in order to protect the First Fleet in the Atlantic, Generalissimo Villadimore has asked the navy not to get too close to the coastline," Mosvenk said annoyedly, "and we were hit by a damn anti-aircraft missile." ”

……

At 6:25 a.m. on August 17, 1970, Mosvenck's Storm Squad landed in Washington, D.C., and I was the last to skydive from the plane, and I must have been the worst one to fall on the land.

When I was helped up, Mosvenck was staring at the map in front of me without saying a word, completely oblivious to what was happening.

Growing up, I was the focus of everyone's attention everywhere! Even on the battlefield, others still care about me, but don't you Mosvenk even care about what happened to your own political commissar!

You can raise your head...... I immediately understood......

"1,2,3,4......" Mosvenk's voice slowly drifted over, gradually lowering, "It's still five or six kilometers from the White House, but now, we have only 50 troops gathered. There were not many Allied troops, and there should have been a battalion in total. It's not fighting, it's sending to the death. ”

The fire of the hit plane in the air was like a meteor, and the sound of a falling explosion sounded in the distance, which was probably the presidential bunker of the United States, and this explosion should have been heard at this moment.