Delta Special Forces, the equivalent of the Allied elite combat soldiers. The SEALs are nothing to mention in comparison www.biquge.info But the difference is that the Navy SEALs are selected from among the outstanding soldiers of the Allied Forces, while the Delta Special Forces can be selected from all the units within the Navy SEALs (later Tanya's appearance made the Delta Special Forces become the top boss of the Navy SEALs), and the Coalition Storm Team is completely trained from small and carefully selected young soldiers to the big ones (the Allies are commonly known as the "National Institutional Corps"), and only in rare cases will extremely good Union soldiers be allowed to join the Storm Team, The best of them are then awarded the title of "Elite Combatants", incorporated into special units and given special weapons and treatments...... Of course, our military pay is only one-fifth of that of the Delta Special Forces, and even a foreign mercenary of the coalition army is paid more than us (our welfare package is better than theirs, at least we will not end up on the streets or go insane after the battle), but the belief in the party and the people cultivated since childhood cannot be shaken by a pile of paper with Franklin, the hypocrite, can be shaken, right?

The first time I met, I was a Storm Team recruit. On that occasion, 20 of our Storm Squad were wiped out by 4 Delta Special Forces men, and if Cherdenko hadn't killed three of them when he passed by, I would have died at their guns.

"A three-month recruit can kill a Delta Special Forces person, which shows that you are very talented." That's the first thing my teacher said to me. Then he moved me into his command.

The second time, six years ago at the time of the retreat in Washington. My squad and I passed through Capitol Hill as we retreated as a rearguard force, killing 10 Delta Special Forces and hundreds of Allied Devils at the cost of 17 of our men at the foot of Capitol Hill, and this time, I finally joined the sequence of elite combatants.

The third time, 4 years ago, when I blew up the Yuri oil field in the ruins of Qatar. It was supposed to be a light-hearted little battle led by an instructor, until it encountered Delta Special Forces twice as many units as ours. All 18 of our comrades were killed, but we also killed 31 of our enemies. We could have killed all the remaining Allied troops, but my instructor, Cherdenko, the first warrior of the coalition forces, was shot in the left chest, forcing us to retreat.

"It's so unlucky, the big boat overturned in the little gutter!" As I withdrew to the ship, I yelled at the desert. I lost almost all my best friends in this battle! True......

"No...... It's inevitable......" Cherdenko replied coughing, "this time the opponent ...... Tanya Adams! I saw her blonde hair and her double guns! ”

Later he withdrew from combat operations. And I became the best elite combatant and the commander of the Storm Cell's Cold Wind Column.

This time, the nightmare came again. Three Jeeps of the Delta Special Forces, Tanya Adams' ......

"What to do, Comrade Commander, how do we find the others?" Boris asked me with a frown.

"Boris, you're not a national soldier, are you?" I deliberately answered the wrong question. Nonsense, Boris is the son of the Minister of Defense.

"Yes. I came from a military academy, but after I came out, I joined the internal affairs forces (here the internal affairs forces of the coalition forces are similar to the special forces of the ordinary army, so the members of the storm team like Victor are called demoted when they join the internal affairs forces to form a special operations team) The soldiers of the sixth brigade of the European Military Districts......"

"Then he violated military discipline and was sent to a correctional camp. For what? Disobey orders or beat and scold and discriminate against comrades-in-arms and superiors? "These are the two charges that I am most likely to think of as ordinary troops.

"No...... Because of alcoholism, I once got very drunk, and the result was ...... I accidentally kissed a girl......"

"This is the best negative lesson to stop drinking Russian beverages. And as a result, after the courage of the Dutch, you went to the punishment camp? "I'm unheard of because the Storm team hasn't had a "drunken offense" (perhaps because of a different definition).

"Yes, I ended up staying for a year and then I got into ......"

"Here. And the approach you approach when you come in is very different. I asked. Everyone knew that Boris had an unusual way of getting into our storm group: when Cherdenko came to visit the camp, he knocked over seven trained guards in front of him in handcuffs and snatched the gun from one of them. In the end, although he was defeated by forty guards taking turns in battle, in exchange for a sentence from Cherdenko: "I want to take him away."

"It was one of my proudest operations," he recalls proudly, "and I knew that the instructor was a man who didn't play his cards by common sense and didn't like to play his cards according to common sense." Why do you say this all of a sudden? ”

"Because we also have to act according to your logic. Come, next, we are going to make a beacon for other comrades scattered around. Is there a lot of liquor? ”

"Quite a lot. Give, but what do you want to do? ”

"Light up this great beacon on a snowy night."

……

"So now everyone is together?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander! With 6 elite combatants and 24 storm teams, it's impossible not to be afraid of a powerful squad like ours from the Earth Throne (referring to Bucharest, the capital of the World Empire - that is, Yuri)! ”

"Then let's do what we planned. If nothing goes wrong, I think Gariman and Noblanca should be done and come to the rendezvous. Even if the Allies broke their heads, it was impossible to understand how our troops had bypassed so many guard posts under the hill and finally penetrated their forward defense bases. Let's go, everyone, we have one more thing to do to purge the remnants of the enemy. With that, I kicked open the door to the radar station's operations center building. Outside the door are bombed-out radars and cars, huge craters and the ruined ruins of a power station that tell how Boris and I used their indiscriminate oil drums to cause a huge explosion.

It was at this time that I once again saw the dangers of underestimating the enemy. When the spearhead who entered from the first was blown out.