December 1, 1986, 9:15 p.m

"Welcome back, Heroes of the Soviets! Comrade Makyebka Viradimo Ulyanov, Comrade Glen Viktor Mikhakimir Konstein, Comrade Glenn Vlasov Leviathan, all of you have worked hard! On behalf of the entire Soviet people, I salute you! "On Red Square, Lomanov saluted us in front of countless welcoming crowds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, we deserve it! We have completely destroyed the Pacific Fleet's "Impenetrable Port of Freedom" and Yuri's "New World" psychic controller switchboard! And immediately after that, the coalition forces launched a military operation codenamed "Throne of Omsk" to the Far East, having already crossed the Ural Mountains to recapture Tyumen, and routed Yuri's 4th Panzer Division and the 2nd Allied Mechanized Division, and began to advance into the depths of Siberia! The resistance in Yuri's ruling area has become more and more fierce, and the switchboard that used to be able to allocate the energy supply of psychic beacons through the Internet is now non-existent, and Yuri's plan to rule the world by means of mind control has completely failed, so Yuri can only use stupid methods: brutal as Borogin to manage the "Red Elements Liberal Education Base" (i.e., former Red Army prisoners of war, people of color, minorities, disgruntled with the Allies and puppets of the Liberal Government, former enemies of the Freedom Fighters, Concentration camps of people who hindered the liberalization of economic policies of the chaebols). The revolt movement is also on the rise...... I never imagined that destroying such a strange medium-sized building could make such a big difference in the world!

"Anyway, good job, everyone, we're going to have a celebration feast! What do you say? Lieutenant Colonel Makyebka Viradimo Ulyanov, Lieutenant Colonel Gellen Viktor Mihakimir Konstein, and Colonel-General Gelen Vlasov Leviathan? "I think after the award, the happiest person will definitely be Commander Gelian, no, it should be the commander of the Far Eastern Front, Comrade Gelen, this battle-experienced commander has finally replaced Admiral Ukhan who committed suicide because of the defeat in Vladivostok as the commander of the feudal territory - this feudal official is not easy to be, from the coastal area to San Francisco is a narrow and fragmented line of defense - and Lieutenant Colonel Victor, not only was not criticized for dereliction of duty, but was awarded the promotion and the title of Hero of the Soviet Union for the value of the dinosaur eggs he brought back (" Learn to creatively perform tasks that are not prescribed. This phrase later became his mantra to refute my "don't make a fuss")! This was a great honor for him. I'm the only one who thinks about something else, something that shouldn't be in this situation.

For example, why did Yuri say he needed me? Why did so many scientists get it wrong in the first place and transport us to the age of the dinosaurs? That strange submarine is again...... Whose?

I don't know, maybe I don't have a chance to know, and the answers to these questions must be discovered by myself. Even such an award as being promoted two levels in a row and being awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union for the second time did not make me happy, and in fact, I was not happy. Looking at the Roman numeral "2" on the new Order of Venus, I am reminded of my hometown.

"It's a pity, it's wartime, and according to the regulations, a bust has to be built for you in your hometown." Lomanov shook his head at me with a regretful look and sighed, still with a smile on his face.

"Let's build it in Moscow." I replied softly.

Walking out of Lomanov's office door, the medal on his chest was still ringing softly. Walking into the hallway, the sound of hurried high-heeled shoes followed into Lomanov's office, and Lomanov shouted to the people who had just entered: "You are a step late, my dear Dasha, he just went out first."

I ran all the way downstairs, running as fast as I could. It wasn't until I stormed out of the Kremlin that I remembered that for the past two days I remembered neither reminding Lomanov nor telling Yuri.

Actually, my surname is Duanmu.

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The banquet was filled with joy and excitement. Indeed, who is not happy after such a massive victory? I saw Comrade Lomanov accepting the congratulations of the allied military and political officials and friendly envoys with a red face, and he obviously looked complacent. The foreign representatives present at the meeting included not only the leaders of 47 countries, including Azzich, the special envoy of the "Iraqi Baath Socialist Party and the common leader of the people of the Iraqi People's Republic," Ibrahim Ibrahim, the leader of the "Revolutionary Government of the Great Socialist Jamahiriya," and Castro, the "Vice President of the Republic of Cuba and Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Cuban People's Army," but even the People's Republic of China, which has not sent representatives to major events in various countries of the world for many years. It can be seen that this victory really "united all the countries of the coalition camp that are still resisting". After passing the myriad flirtatious officers and dancers and the Grand Tsarist Hotel, I stepped out of the bustling hall and into the garden for a breath of fresh air. It is unreasonable that there are only four or five five-star hotels in the Soviet Union, but the better the facilities enjoyed by the rich, the better the life of the common people.

This silence was soon shattered, and Comrade Boris drunkenly shouted "I killed those Yuri 176 in one night in Kiev" and was carried through the garden by several beautiful girls, and then vomited in the flower bed. I frowned and walked out of the place quickly. Forget it, it's also a warrior from the bloody battlefield, so it's okay to indulge a little......

"Mark, stop!" A familiar voice accompanied by the sound of hurried high heels running briskly. Still caught.

The footsteps stopped, and the other party stopped about 2 meters behind me, with a sense of dissatisfaction and grievance between the lines: "Why do you avoid me every time you come to Moscow?"

You can't hide from what you should have. I should have known.

"Darsha Alexander Lomanov," I turned around, "are you still hopeful?" ”