"Wait a minute!" As I was about to leave the monitoring room, my bodyguard (although I emphasized that I was not a vase without combat power, Mosvenk still equipped me with a bodyguard) Makarov stopped me and asked, "Comrade commissar, these Allied technicians...... What to do? ”

Oh yes, I almost forgot about it. Looking back, the guys who were trembling in their chairs just now had been rushed together by Makarov and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Speaking of which...... This Makarov, looking at his appearance, is at most thirteen years old. It's really strange, it's not a shortage of soldiers, is it really good for the storm team to recruit young soldiers so early?

Looking at his resolute ferocity, which was not appropriate for his age, I wondered if Lomanov was ready to recruit young soldiers.

In this case...... It's time to worry about it.

"Didn't you listen to Comrade Mosvenk's orders?" I indifferently turned around and asked Makarov, "The Pentagon does not leave prisoners." ”

As soon as the words fell, the entire monitoring room was boiling. A lot of sharp-eyed guys use words that Christians would not use in theory, cursing US imperialism. He even swore a cross gambling curse and flaunted himself as a secret believer in the Communist Party of the United States.

But Makarov turned a deaf ear and did not even bother his face. He slowly pulled out his assault rifle and pulled the bolt. Suddenly, those Allied technicians fell to their knees in panic like frightened birds, pleading bitterly.

Oh...... Oh, God...... What did I do......

Although he has been out of Christianity for many years, he has been exposed to the Christian atmosphere of his family since he was a child. When there is a major event, the object of prayer that comes to my mind is always God first, then Marx.

After praying, I slowly opened my eyes. Those Allied technicians were hit by bullets one after another, and blood flowed profusely. There were hit corpses all over the place (Makarov's marksmanship was good. In the case of bursts of assault rifles, each corpse hits the vital point with a maximum of two bullets). Sensing that death was approaching, the people behind trembled even more, crying desperately.

A young intern (probably not graduating from college) is in a hurry. She knelt on the ground and took off the top half of her clothes, revealing a pair of hills wrapped in bras and squeezing out, still not giving up any chance of survival.

But Makarov turned a blind eye. The barrel flickered with fire, and blood gushed out of his chest.

A forty-year-old woman crawled over on her knees. She grabbed my hand, tears still stained on her face: "Please, child, for God's sake!" I'm just a clerk, I haven't killed, I haven't tortured, I haven't even met the Communists! ”

And here, Makarov has already killed the others and is coming here. Perceiving the imminence of death, the middle-aged woman scrambled to open her purse and pulled out an old photograph.

The girl in the photo is only four or five years old. She smiled cleanly and purely. That's a smile that belongs to childhood, but not to us.

I admit I wavered. But when my lips moved slightly, I couldn't say a word.

Makarov had already dealt with the guys over there, and then grabbed the middle-aged woman by the hair and pulled her to the center of the other corpses. The middle-aged woman turned back and pleaded with me, hoping that I would be merciful.

Makarov glanced contemptuously at the cross on the chest of the middle-aged woman, tore it off, spat on it, and stepped on it.

"Do you know how the lyrics were sung in Soviet songs?" Makarov pulled the bolt.

I don't know which thing she is more afraid of at this moment. There are blasphemous white people, and they still try their best to avoid the despair of death.

"Correct answer," Makarov said, raising the muzzle of his gun, "to destroy churches and prisons." ”

Only then did I realize that the pleading was gone, and only a mess of corpses remained. Blood spread like a curse, seeping into the snow-white tiles.

……

"Marxism-Leninism is immortal!" In the corridor, the coalition forces shouted slogans and formed an offensive formation along the corridor, pouring into the depths of the corridor like a tide.

An Allied colonel ran out of the office, and before he could understand what was going on, he was hit by a dense stream of bullets that swept in his face and fell to the ground.

"Crash open every office door and don't let go of any living target!" Slavik trampled on the corpses on the ground and shouted hysterically at the soldiers behind him. On his boots, already stained with the blood of Allied officers and soldiers.

Screams of nervousness, panic and fear, accompanied by gunshots and footsteps, echoed through the deep corridors for a long time.

"Phew!" Sekka kicked open the door of an office and quickly dodged to the side, and Makarov was very clever and rushed to the door, shooting all the people inside.

"Hey, hey! That's my military exploits! Secka muttered and grumbled aggrievedly.

"It doesn't matter. All for one, one for all. Makarov replied indifferently.

After all, Sekka's movements are still very agile. He then kicked open the door to another office diagonally across from him, then flashed to the side. Makarov followed closely behind, threw another grenade into it, and quickly flashed to the other side.

A violent explosion rang out, and the shockwave tore at shards of high-grade oak and sprayed them into the hallway.

Then the two American officers who had been blown up to the ground staggered out. In desperation, I subconsciously pulled out my pistol and fired at their chests. It wasn't until the bullets had run out that he reacted and sat down on the ground.

"Well done," Makarov smiled and stretched out his hand and pulled me up, "much better than any other political worker I've ever seen." You have hope and stay with us for more than a month. ”

At this moment, the murderous aura of the soldiers has been aroused. Shoot indiscriminately at all non-coalition personnel they can encounter.

I followed them and hid in an office that wasn't very damaging and set up communications.

But it seems that my worries are unnecessary. The other four squads had already rushed up the other stairs to the second floor to fight.

From the computer that took over the monitoring probe, I saw the figure of an admiral. He kept running and stopping, as if he was urging his men to run.

"Comrade Mosvenk," I said, clearing my throat and picking up the walkie-talkie, "you'd better intercept those Allied devils." His following is growing, and he's just one step away from the 'Hall of Heroes'. If you let them in......"

At this moment, around the corner of the surveillance screen, a coalition force suddenly flashed.

Before the group of allied officers and soldiers could raise their guns to aim, the automatic weapons of the coalition forces preemptively let out a roar of "da-da-da", raining bullets, causing heavy losses to this group of rabble.

Especially the American general who led the way. He collapsed with a bullet in his chest, his watch dyed red, and a Canadian lieutenant general.

When attacked, some of the Allied forces rushed to their stomachs, while others burrowed into the "Hall of Heroes" and hid behind those sturdy bulletproof glass display cases.

Mosvenk's bullets pierced the air, making a terrifying roar as they pierced through the corridors and slammed into the Allied bodies. The Medal of Honor and the information of the awardees were scattered all over the place, stained with the blood of the Allies who had been slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

Knowing that surrender was no longer possible, the remaining Allied officers quickly returned fire regardless of casualties. Most bulletproof glass is too strong, and the significance of Mosvenck's surprise attack is finally over.

"Give me a grenade!" Mosvenk was suppressed by the opponent's firepower and asked the soldiers behind him loudly.

"Look at me!" Sekka popped up again out of nowhere, and responded vigorously.

"I'll count to three and throw it together!"

"Guaranteed completion! Comrade Commander! ”

"Good. One, two, three! Throw! ”

The soldiers pulled the fuse of the grenade together and threw it into the "Hall of Heroes". All of a sudden, a fierce explosion seemed to shake the entire Pentagon. Stumps and severed arms, large-brimmed hats, twisted pieces of copper and iron, along with fragments of uniforms, were mostly consumed by the flames that erupted. A small number of them were thrown out violently by the steam waves, and then fell one after another.

"Who threw the incendiary bomb just now?" Mosvenk yelled, "Almost blew me up." ”

"I'm sorry," Sekka excitedly raised a hand and shouted, "I did it." ”

“…… Well," Mosvenk did not get angry, but waved his hand and shouted, "Comrades, come with me!" Go to the third floor to harvest heads! ”

Unfortunately, I interrupted his plans.

"There is something more important now than harvesting heads," my voice appeared over the intercom, "Comrade Commander, the enemy we tricked out is now back to take revenge." ”