At 6:40 p.m. on February 3, I entered the meeting site of the high-level meeting of the Storm Team at the column level, 20 minutes later than originally scheduled. It's a shame that www.biquge.info was late for the first meeting.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Walking into the tent, the people who were talking and laughing just now instantly quieted down. At this moment, the General Headquarters has gathered leaders at and above the army level for a meeting, and we also have 10 here, just for a small meeting. In addition to the captains of the eight columns, there were the deputy commander-in-chief of the troops, Granzang, and the commissar Noranga. Each attendee was followed by an officer in charge of the record-keeping, and of course, it was Daxia who was my stenographer.

Relax, don't be nervous. I silently hinted at myself.

When I walked to the conference table, no one spoke or gestured, and everyone took off their hats, stood up, and saluted in unison. When I waved them to sit down, I suddenly remembered Instructor Cherdenko. How did he feel when he sat in this seat? Nervous? Glad? Pride? Or do you take it for granted?

"Ladies and gentle......men," I said, clearing my throat and speaking in Russian, "as the fifth Commander of the Storm Team, I will not say polite words, but only the third day of service, which is less senior than many comrades, and with the exception of Comrade Grangum, Comrade Nobrang and Comrade Boris, everyone else will take the trouble to introduce themselves. "At the port, they were more or less unconvinced, and now they don't show it.

The positions of the various columns of the storm group were very peculiar: not according to the rank of commander, but according to the seniority of each column, from the front to the back. That's right, Cherdenko said back then, honor creates competition, competition creates victory, and victory creates honor. Such stimulation is a virtuous cycle.

"Commander of the Cold Wind Column, Colonel Boris!" Boris's cockade is a gale with snowflakes.

"Gale Column Commander, Colonel Andya!" On the right stands a bearded Yugoslav with a cockade of a gale emblem of flames.

"Commander of the Typhoon Column, Colonel Ni Zhaoliang!" On the left stands a weather-beaten Chinese, with a cockade of a strong wind with an iron fist logo.

"Commander of the Whirlwind Column, Colonel Muwamogan!" This time it was an Iranian who stood up, and the cockade was a gale with a spear erected as a symbol.

Then there are the commanders of the "Quartet": Kalacayan (Mexican) in the east, Roza (Ethiopian) in the south, Kalotov (Russian) in the west, Porovich (Belarusian) in the north. Their sign is simple: it signifies a strong wind blowing in different directions, such as southeast, north, west, and east.

These are all the commanders of the eight columns of the storm team. I glanced at them, and I could feel a wave of disbelief and fear creeping through them. Then came the most boring part: the battle report. The battle reports read aloud by the column commanders were not distinctive, except for the annihilation of several of the guys of the security forces of the World Empire, the loss of a few people, and the results of the insignificant reconnaissance of Yurigrad.

"Don't talk about this uselessness yet," I finally couldn't help but hold back this long and useless official nonsense—oh no, it should be a war report—and asked, "so is there a report on the battle of the Allies?" Also, did our Navy make progress in attacking the port of Yurigrad? What is the state of defense of the world empire? "This is a key point, we have a full 200 paratroopers to finally be airborne in the northeast corner of the Allied landing, and we can't just abandon them.

"Speaking of which...... Porovich bowed his head and whispered, "the Allied forces cost thousands of casualties, and the Storm Squad lost a dozen fighters before it was deployed in the Northeast...... At present, the battle with the security forces of the World Empire is continuing to hold the beachhead......"

"And what about our troops?" I continued to ask, "The Allies were faster than us in the northeast corner, did the Storm Crew break through deep into the beachhead?" What do you think of the situation in that area? ”

The audience was silent for a long time. Roza spoke slowly: "The terrain in Yurigrad is really unfavorable......"

"I don't want to hear about the terrain of Yurigrad right now, I'm not a geologist, and we're not a geological expedition, so what the hell is going on with those people?"

I had a bad premonition. They've been hiding it from me, can they......

"Yurigrad's damn road is literally longer than China's famous '24 turns' winding road......," Roza continued, "so ...... Our people, after destroying 3 Yuri statues and annihilating the troops of thousands of people in the world empire...... Under the attack of Yuri's disc, all contact has been lost......"

I was drinking coffee at the time, and my first reaction when I heard the bad news was to pick up the teacup and smash it. 200 people! 200 Storm Team fighters, that's it...... Wiped out so quickly?

Rushing out of the tent, I immediately looked around. That's right, this is an artificial mountainous terrain built by Yuri, in the mountains, no matter how powerful the mechanized troops, no matter how strong the army, as long as there are those Yuri statues with eyes that shoot lasers and elusive Yuri discs...... No matter how many troops there are, they will still be stuck in the road after all! What if you get to the Yuri base complex through this winding road? By that time we had lost all our heavy equipment and had no chance of winning.

"There's no time for that," I said, looking at the participants who rushed out with me, stopping their questions, "I don't have time to explain, but trust me, this place is a trap!" If I'm not wrong...... Yuri should be going to take revenge soon. This beachhead is too small, and now all we can do is retreat! Boris, you remind Comrade Gelen as quickly as possible that the coalition forces should quickly withdraw from here, and only by forcibly landing on the Yuri military base complex under the cover of the Navy can they seize the initiative! Just go! ”

"Landing directly on the Yuri military base in the southeast?" Someone asked in surprise, "Comrade Commander, are you crazy?" Hundreds of thousands of troops who had just landed and launched withdrew from here and chose the most dangerous place to re-land......"

Before I could answer, the sky suddenly changed. The mournful and rapid sirens sounded in the sky of the setting sun, and the anti-aircraft guns opened fire into the unknown night sky.

"It's coming so fast." Darsha sighed in surprise, and fear continued to spread among the people behind him.

"That'...... Comrade Commander...... I'm going to inform our storm team...... Go first? "Kalotov seems to have a tendency to smear oil on the soles of his feet, and I grabbed him." No...... For us, it was too late to get on board and retreat. Inform your own people, rely on the swimming by the river, rely on our here to assemble on the mountain road, rely on the hole in the ground to enter the hole, don't care about the order of the queue, no matter where you are, after the attack is over, you will assemble near the cave next to the mountain pass! Taking advantage of the fact that Marshal Glenn attracted enemy fire, we had to follow the road here, first attack northward, and drag the rear of the main forces of the Allied World Empire, borrowing helicopters from the Allied forces. I have a hunch that airplanes are of great use on this damn island. "If it weren't for the weather, I wouldn't have had to travel so far to borrow a plane.

After giving the instructions, I was the first to turn around and go back to the tent to pack my things.