"Very well," Mosvenk said, waving his hand, to give a rough summary of his speech, "Next, Comrade Magyar, you will assign the troops their next tasks. Comrade Char, go get me some cars. ”

Then Vanka led a dozen soldiers, in the church of St. John the Baptist and the cemetery of the Siphax family, to "persuade" the pious Americans who had risen early to pray (I, the commissar, could only turn a blind eye to this), in the church of St. John the Baptist and the cemetery of the Siphax family, and then drove away.

I've always maintained a distrust of "God", and this feeling has deepened a lot. Because he did not seem to want to punish us for offending his followers, on the contrary, what happened next proved that he refused not only to wear a steel helmet to defend the United States on the front lines in Washington, but even to be with the Allies.

"Do you know how to play chess?" Waiting for Magyar and them to come back, before they could get started, Char suddenly asked me, "Especially chess." ”

"There seems to be no difference between the two," I shook my head and replied apologetically, "it was all invented by you Chinese, and I am not good at it." ”

When it comes to China, Char's eyes seem to flash a trace of unhappiness, and then disappear.

"That...... It's not like Comrade Sophia, who was the first in the year of the Frunze Military Academy, said it," Char muttered, "Strategic planning or something, isn't it very similar to playing chess?" ”

"But I don't have a talent for chess......" I scratched my head, suddenly realizing something important. So I looked up and asked Char in astonishment, "Wait...... Do you know me? ”

"Okay...... After all, nobles forget things. Maybe you don't know me very well, but you've probably heard my name," Char took off his steel helmet and held out a hand to me, "Remember the graduation exam?" I was second in that grade. ”

Grade 2 ...... The word...... Let countless memories flood in front of me!

"You're the ......" I clapped my hands, and before I could say anything, my head was flicked with my fingers by Mosvenck in the back.

"I'm done with it here. If you want to make small talk, wait until we drink from Kaveli's skull," Mosvenck's tone was devoid of emotion, "for now...... It's time for the mission. ”

At this point, we are like a chess board, and it doesn't matter if it's red (or white. Anyway, our coalition is the first soldier), and he went straight into the battlefield of the United States, which represented the black chess side, and the target of the attack was the "black king".

Of course, when I went to the battlefield, I learned that fiddling with a few wargames on the map in the staff department is far less real than being on the front line in terms of feeling the war itself. But it is fitting to compare our actions to Lomanov, a fellow who had defeated the American chess king, and made a powerful general to Dugan.

If it weren't for the stupidity of our comrade pilots...... This step is simply a lore.

I slowly turned on my computer and picked up information on the other troops sent by Viladimore. Unfortunately, the coalition forces that were airborne in other directions at this time turned out to be a mess in general. The paratroopers in other directions have already suffered heavy losses, and everyone else is in disarray, except for us, who should have carried out an effective (and extremely effective) operation here.

Perhaps feeling that the situation was not chaotic enough, Villadimo later airdropped new troops. Although lessons had been learned and the group was able to land at the intended location, the District of Columbia's military police had reacted and launched a fierce attack on them. The radio was filled with screams such as "call for air support", "please provide an evacuation route", and "move closer to me". You don't have to think about it to know that they must have suffered heavy casualties.

Although the follow-up support force was also not given the opportunity to get close to the White House and the Capitol. But they held back the main Allied forces in Washington and gave us an excellent opportunity.

"It's really bitter for the comrades who landed in other places." Looking at the white parachutes of the coalition forces flying in the sky, bathed in the sun that was about to go to noon, and listening to the piercing urging of the siren, Mosvenk sighed.

Never mind. With Villadimore's character, he will also airdrop more troops to Washington, D.C., in an effort to become the first to capture the city. It won't be long before the whole of Washington will be covered by the Red Five-Star Parachute, which the Allies will not be able to wipe out all the airborne troops.

August 17, 1970, 9:30 a.m. A strange convoy of Ford, Continental, Mercedes-Benz, Chrysler and other famous cars got off the Highway 244 overpass, split into five roads, and accelerated towards the five gates of the Pentagon.

Mosvenck seemed calm, and I was already sweating nervously. This is the first time I have participated in a war, and the first time I have made a military proposal on the issue of war. Hopefully not the last.

Attacking the Pentagon is undoubtedly the most risky of all crazy plans. We don't know at all how many Allied troops there are in the Pentagon (maybe empty, maybe so crowded, as if they were trying to hit us in an ambush) that they took two hundred soldiers and killed them, which was more like an irrational gamble.

Speaking of which...... He was able to find another way to bypass the three front-line confrontation positions in Europe, the Middle East, and the Far East, which all military experts attach great importance to, and go straight to North America to attack Lomanov in the United States...... Is it also gambling?

"Stop!" The shouting interrupted my thoughts, and the Allied guards at the south gate tried to stop us.

A soldier with his middle finger in one hand and an assault rifle in the other, shouted at the other: "Capitalist mongrel, hard work!" Comrade Lomanov asked me to bring you gifts! ”

Before the other party could react, a string ......of bullets shot out of the car, knocking the guard down. By the time we broke the railing and rushed under the gate, the radio echoed with the laughter of approval of the heroic act.

"Rush in!" Mosvenk was the first to burst out, shouting loudly. If I hadn't pulled him, he'd have been the first.

"Remember me!" I shouted over the radio, "Don't do that extreme risky behavior again!" It's no different from suicide! ”

"Rush with me, comrades! Marxism-Leninism is immortal! "The radio was full of Magyar slogans, and the devil knows how much they listened.

"Marxism-Leninism is immortal! Long live Comrade Lomanov! The soldiers, too, excitedly chanting slogans (and adding two more), rushed up the steps to the gate.

The guards quickly drew their guns and fired. But before he could knock down any of them, he ate the bullets of Sekka, who rushed to the front, and stopped resisting.

The gunfire alarmed everyone in the building, but only a few people in the hallway came out to fight. As I watched Mosvenck rush up the Pentagon's incomparably wide staircase to the second floor, the computer showed that there was still no resistance from the Allies.

I observed several of the enemies that had been killed. They looked luxurious and mighty: they wore large-brimmed hats, dresses, and their chests were covered with colorful medals and work cards......

However, the cocoons on their hands that had been honed during enlistment had long since disappeared, and many of them were killed on the spot by our fighters before they even had time to open the safety bolts of their automatic rifles.

After all, those hands are more accustomed to pencils and golf clubs. Only when faced with complex military maps and delicate golf courses can they remain unhurried......

But now...... Gunshots rang out everywhere, and the sound of killing shook the sky, and everyone could only ...... Wait until you're dead.

"Long live Marxism-Leninism! Kill all the imperialist dog mongrels! Come on! "Slavik, wielding an assault rifle with a bayonet, sharply urged the soldiers behind him to charge, and ran briskly past me.

"Hello? Comrade Mosvenk? Please answer as soon as you receive it! "I shouted over the intercom.

Mosvenck finally picked up the radio and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?" ”

"Good news," I said, smugly with one leg crossed, "there's an Allied devil who's rushing out of the office all the way upstairs, and his equipment and uniform are pretty good. Seven with generals, the leader is a Yankee, or a general. Why don't you kill them quickly......"

"Got it," Mosvenck interrupted briefly. On the other side of the walkie-talkie, Mosvenk was faintly heard roaring, "Comrade Sekka! Take a platoon and follow me to kill the devil's high-ranking officials! ”