August 17, 1970, 8 a.m. sharp. Our army of thirty men was like a small swarm of locusts gnawing on reinforced concrete, and everywhere it went was a disaster. What puzzles me is how no one can stop us in the huge Washington.

The strategic bases maintained overseas for many years have allowed the strongest member of the Allied Forces: the United States, to deploy all of its troops overseas. So much so that now, thirty special forces can also catch the United States off guard.

And now, the first military base has been taken, and the second is in sight.

"How? Is there any progress? "In the headquarters of the first Allied military base, Mosvenk has already urged me for the fifth time, and I am still trying to collect Allied defense intelligence in the Allied command and send messages to the rear with Allied radio.

"It's almost ...... Three, two, one, communication connection," I replied briefly, "we have made ...... with the coalition front command"

Just then, a scout came running back and whispered a few words to Mosvenck with a nervous expression, who frowned. But with a wave of his hand, he didn't care.

"What's going on?" I asked casually.

"Leave this alone. Anyway, how are you doing there? Mosvenck was a little unanswered.

Before I could answer, the computer screen in front of me suddenly lit up. The correspondent across the screen glanced back, saluted, and gave up his seat. It turned out to be ...... squeezed into the screen

"Generalissimo Viladimore!" Looking at this bearded man, I cried out, and my body subconsciously jumped up from my seat and saluted respectfully......

Then Mosvenck gently pushed me away, sat down in my place, and said in a very flat tone, "You are lazy this time, Viradimore. I'm almost kicking General Kaveli in the ass of the Pentagon, where is your backup? ”

I feel...... It's kind of incredible. A captain would dare to use such an attitude......

But when I looked back, the incredulity in my heart just now turned into a strong embarrassment: no one else seemed to feel that when I met the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Generalissimo Villadimore, I needed to deal with it respectfully.

"Oh, this...... Don't worry, Comrade Mosvenk. My ground forces are out a little bit in New York...... Small troubles. Well, you know that......" Villadimore's expression seemed a little embarrassed. As if to hide this embarrassment, he made some additional additions, "But don't worry too much. Comrade Lomanov will send additional reinforcements, and I will also provide fire support......"

"Don't give me all this useless nonsense," Mosvenk's tone suddenly cooled, "I already observed when Comrade Sophia connected the Second Fleet of the Coalition North America just now. You're not providing fire support at all, you're satisfying your own destructive desires at best! ”

Generalissimo Villadimore's eyes widened and he roared: "What nonsense are you talking about? ”

The atmosphere on the pitch was wrong. I realized that now was not the time to quarrel with Villadimore.

The scout who came in just now, if there is anything to report, is probably also a report: the Pentagon's troops attacking east found that they had been transferred from the mountain and were coming back to support.

As I pushed Mosvenck away from my desk, a wonderful "call for help" plan popped into my mind.

"Generalissimo Viladimore," I said coldly, "I apologize to you for the impulsiveness of Comrade Mosvenk. You must know that our army is now deep into the enemy's territory, the situation is critical, and it is inevitable that the front-line commanders will be emotional from time to time......"

Comrade Mosvenck wanted to say something, but I raised a hand and motioned for him not to speak yet.

Great. Comrade Mosvenk listened.

Looking at the face of Generalissimo Villadimore, which was still gloomy just now, and now gradually softened again, the corners of my mouth gradually showed a sneer.

"It's okay, I can understand your worries and doubts," Villadymour's smile froze as I said the rest of the story, "I'll be considerate of your difficulties." ”

"As far as my personal perception is concerned...... You Sophia wouldn't be so kind," Villadimore's face was gloomy, "if there's anything to say, just say it." ”

"It's okay, you don't have to bother you," I sneered secretly, "and I would like to ask you to contact Comrade Lomanov directly for us." I reckon he might have some special way to help us......"

Upon hearing about the "special approach" of "Lomanov", Viladimore's reaction immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"I see," Villadimore's attitude suddenly changed from indifferent to excited, "and in forty minutes, the planes carrying the first airborne troops will take off from JFK airfield, and within three minutes there will be airstrikes and airborne support over the Pentagon." This will be preceded by a missile attack by the North American Second Fleet. Comrade Sophia, before that, I hope you have not sacrificed ......"

The last scene on the screen is that Villadimo is holding back his anger as much as possible, almost sticking his face to the screen, and then the screen goes black.

I proudly took off the headphones on my head, threw the wireless intercom microphone, stroked my black hair, snapped my fingers at Mosvenck, and said, "How Comrade Commander?" I'm more experienced when it comes to dealing with such issues, right? ”

Maybe I'm wrong. But just now...... A strange look flashed through Mosvenck's cynical eyes, and then suddenly vanished.

"You...... How? "Villadimore is not an ordinary person, and if only Comrade Lomanov is brought out, according to Villadimore's character, he will not be overpowered." ”

"Indeed......," I said, burying my back in my office chair and crossing one leg, "to be clear: I didn't press him just now." I'm scaring him. ”

"What?" Moswenk didn't understand.

I didn't answer him. As I got up from the swivel chair and walked out, Mosvenck was still standing there, saluting my back.

"Don't look at it, Comrade Commander," I said, turning my head softly, "the Scout should have said that too, right?" Enemy reinforcements are coming back. If we can't capture the airfield in front and seize the Allied base on the periphery of the second Pentagon before then, we'll be finished. ”

……

Three of our captured Grizzly tanks were parked by the bridge. As far as the eye can see, the outpost of the second military base is not visible from the bridge at all.

The Allies set up a front post only on the east side of the bridge, that is, on the side near us, and not on the opposite side of the bridge. During the attack, the Allied GIs at the outpost were quickly killed by our men, and control of the bridge was in our hands.

"So...... Now what? "Magar didn't ask Mosvenk, he asked me. It's strange that after my command just now, did the soldiers of Mosvenck start to trust me?

At the mention of "what to do", Mosvenck gave me a meaningful look and subconsciously touched the gauze on his head. The action was a bit comical, and there was a snort that couldn't help laughing.

Just now, when Vanka was manipulating the Grizzly Bear tank and firing at the ass of the Allied tank that Mosvenk was on, Mosvenk was shocked from the turret and fell down. Of course, there were no major injuries - that is, a large scratch on the forehead.

"Assault, what else can I do?" Slavik rolled his eyes and said nothing, "I'll attack in front with three tanks, and the others will advance in tandem." ”

There seems to be no objection from everyone. Just as I was about to raise an objection, Mosvenck suddenly dropped the butt of his cigarette, which had not yet been extinguished, and finally came up with something that I wanted to say so badly.

"It's a search for death, I swear," Mosvenck sarcastically sneered, "not to mention the Grizzly Tanks, even ten Rhino Tanks, advancing like this, and lining up for the bazooka to shoot." ”

Slavik's expression instantly stiffened.

"Comrade Sophia, it's up to you," Mosvenk looked at me with a sly smile in his eyes, "There are quite a few Allied air defense and tower defense facilities in the Pentagon and near the airport. If you want to destroy these things...... You have to infiltrate the airport, right? ”

Looking at the expectant eyes around me, I secretly clenched my fists. No one turned their heads, and no one looked anxious. But the atmosphere around me reminded me that you can't shirk.

"Alright then," I glared at the damned Mosvenk angrily, took a steel helmet from the side, put it on his head, and whispered at Mosvenk, "remember to count my head work." ”

I could still feel Mosvenck staring at my back until I got into the tank from the top cover.