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Very good, Daxia is quite obedient. Knowing that rest is a good plus, not only does it mean that he will be refreshed for the battle that follows, but it also means...... The psychological quality is good.

I set the alarm clock and alarm device, locked the bedroom door, and I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I wonder what the officers and men on the front line, who are fighting hard in a state of high mental tension, will think when they see our "leisurely appearance."

……

I dreamed of the Kremlin again.

Lomanov's office, to be exact. At the moment, he sat in the leather swivel chair behind the ornate mahogany office with his back to the door. The direction he was looking was the window.

Speaking of which...... Isn't that weird...... I have the impression that the curtains behind the Prime Minister's office have never been opened.

So in that case, Lomanov, who had been staring at the curtains...... What was he looking at?

The calendar at the table is still March 11, and Pyongyang here is close to March 12. The night in Moscow should have been deep, in that case, what was Lomanov waiting for?

The door was pushed open, and it was von Felden, the new head of the Kremlin department. The German, dressed in a gray imitation East German uniform, was thin and resolute, and half of his brown hair was gray.

"Comrade Prime Minister." He respectfully saluted Lomanov's back.

"Find Comrade Makyebka, and ...... Is there still Comrade Daxia? Lomanov asked softly. It was completely different from his usual gentle way of speaking, and at this moment Lomanov's voice was indescribable...... Cold.

"It's not ...... yet," von Felden shook his head and sighed, "It's been 2 days since the satellite landed, and even if the rescue team can't get there, it won't even be able to find traces!" ”

Lomanov's anger was almost palpable. Although he is still trying to restrain himself on the surface, he is not sure when he will be angry.

"I'm sorry Comrade Prime Minister...... This is that our comrades are not efficient enough...... But our search is also very difficult......" von Felden spoke, his body and voice trembling slightly, "Since the Yuri rebellion, the coalition satellites in many places have not been updated or repaired since they failed, and our coalition global satellite network has long been incomplete, and the surveillance of most places has failed. This time although we detected the return of the lunar single escape pod to Earth...... But the communication is not good......"

"Actually, you're thinking too much," Lomanov said in a gloomy tone, "things aren't as complicated as you think. If it's Dasha...... Maybe something has happened...... But you know, there is also a Makyebka missing! ”

Not only was von Felden speechless for a while, but even I didn't know what to say. What does Lomanov mean by this? Is it a trust in me, or is it a ...... Fearful?

No...... This feeling is ...... It's fear!

"I don't understand what you mean, Comrade Prime Minister." Von Felden thought about it for a long time and was still puzzled, so he had to honestly shake his head.

"I'm staring at these KGB idiots! If he had been in the Soviet Union, the United States, the coastal area from the Yellow Sea to the South China Sea, the coast of the Persian Gulf, or central Europe for more than 48 hours, how could he not have contacted Moscow? Lomanov roared, "Not to mention these big places, as long as there is a telephone and a road, with the ability of Makyebka, there is a way to return to the Soviet Union." ”

"What do you mean......" von Felden reacted like an empowerer, "they must have fallen somewhere where communication and roads are not smooth, and they may have been pinned down by the enemy!" ”

"You don't need me to go on, do you?" Lomanov sighed lightly as he spoke, "I heard that their escape pod landed in the Northern Hemisphere, so the range has been reduced a lot, right?" ”

“…… Yes, Comrade Prime Minister...... I see......" von Felden saluted, "there's a problem...... Once you've found your target......"

"Listen......" Lomanov's gloomy voice carried a hint of irritation, "you rot that thing in your stomach, don't worry about the rest." ”

Von Felden saluted for the third time, then stepped out of the room with neat steps, leaving the Chancellor in the swivel chair still staring at the curtains in a daze.

Wait a minute...... Found your goal? What happens next? What are they talking about? The "target" should refer to me, but what about after finding me? What do they mean by "leave it alone"?

Just when I thought the Prime Minister was ready to wash up and sleep, the door was pushed open again.

This time it was a big man with a burly figure larger than the Soviet heavyweight boxer. Honestly, he really scared the hell out of me.

He wore only a pair of athletic shorts and a vest, revealing his strong muscles from the unobstructed part of his clothes. Of course, that bit of clothing couldn't stop the muscles in other parts of his body, and even the double-headed eagle on his arms and the five-pointed star behind him looked "uneven".

I even thought that if I taught him to an anthropology professor, the latter would be crazy about the existence of creatures that have trained their bodily functions to such extremes. Taking 10,000 steps back, it is estimated that such a specimen can completely solve the serious problem of "unclear human specimens" at the New Natural International Medical College in Warsaw (Yuri International Medical School before Yuri's rebellion).

Compared to that strong muscle, the appearance is not very flattering. His face was full of beards, and his eagle-like green eyes radiated the light of a butcher. There was a scar on his right cheek, as well as on the top of his bare head, which made him look even more vicious.

"Comrade Prime Minister," he said, after looking around the room, "you are looking for me?" ”

"Do you remember the secret plan of the coalition command last month?" The Prime Minister asked.

The big man had maintained a contemptuous expression all the time, and only then did he slowly speak.

"Of course," he said, "such an easy task is not worth a month of preparation." ”

"Don't be careless," Lomanov reminded, "you know, you're about to face the myth of Makjebka, the coalition army!" ”

"No matter how powerful he is, he is an ordinary person," the big man spat contemptuously, "if he dares to enter the Soviet Union, as long as I am here, he will sooner or later be tried at the Warsaw Revolutionary Military Court!" ”

The image faded away. I woke up from my sleep, my shirt soaked with cold sweat.

I looked at the wall clock on the wall. Time didn't remember, I only noticed one thing.

Wall...... The whole wall is shaking!

Luckily, I had been sleeping in my clothes, and I put on my shoes and stepped out, and Dasha rushed in from the outside and bumped into me at the door.

"What's going on?" I pulled up the fallen Dasha and looked anxiously down the hallway behind her.

"I don't know...... Probably the enemy......"

"Leave it alone...... Well, the computer is on, follow me! I put down the chattering Daxia, went back to the room and took out a sniper rifle and backpack, and when I went out, I grabbed Daxia and left.

There wasn't so much blood on the second basement floor, and the lights in the hallway were much brighter than the basement level, and there were many more intact lights. It's not that much trouble to run. Fortunately, yesterday I didn't forget to remind me to close the gate from the first basement to the second floor.

If memory serves...... It seems like it's been a long time since I've exercised so hard. The wind blew past my ears, and the heat in my body did not diminish with the exhaled heat, and my whole body was as smooth as an electric shock.

It's hard for me to exercise a little bit, but it's a lot harder to get Darsha to be as fast as me.

Halfway through the third basement floor, Daxia was too tired to move. But my brain alerted me that a powerful threat was rapidly approaching. I can't run fast with Daxia.

"What to do...... Mark ...... "Darsh leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Sweat was all over her face, and she looked tired.

"Let's run, we're running out of time," I urged her anxiously, "and there's an elevator more than a hundred meters ahead." Underneath the elevator is a passage that connects to the nuclear bomb silo! Hurry up, as soon as we enter the passage and blow up this communication radar station, we will be safe......"

"I really can't run......" Darsha sat down weakly, panting violently, "Please...... Let me rest...... Leave me alone......"

"Rest?" I pushed open the door next to me and walked to the pole-shaped building in the center of the room, "Okay, I'm lucky." ”

"What luck?" Darsh didn't understand.

"Of course...... This one......"

I replied as I walked over to the device that resembled a miniature psychic beacon. Directly in front of the instrument is a console, and to the right of the console is an unknown wrench.

Heavy footsteps and roars rang out upstairs. I really admire Yuri, where did he transfer so many slave laborers and berserkers?

No matter. I gently pulled down the wrench, and there were countless buzzing beeps.