I woke up from my sleep, my clothes soaked with cold sweat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but the time displayed in the clock made my panic a little more aggravated: March 6, 1987...... 17:06?

Damn, didn't anyone remind me? What's going on out there now? 26 hours ...... Only 26 hours left? I looked up. On the left side are the windows. But this is not a real window, the scenery is imaged virtually through a holographic display. I don't know who set the scene as a snowfield in Siberia, where the snow almost obscures the sky, and only white can be seen.

"It's tasteless." Outside, the sea of stars that those of us may only see once in our lives, some people have changed the scenery to the Siberian snowfields that can be seen anytime and anywhere...... But now, taste wasn't the point, so I jumped out of bed and took a look around my surroundings. The room was empty, except for a bed and a table on the left wall, and a metal wardrobe on the right wall. Next to the bed is a bedside table, and on the bedside table is a regular alarm clock. Reaching for it, it was firmly nailed to the bedside table.

Can't sleep anymore. I jumped out of bed and opened the metal closet. The clothes were neatly stacked in the cupboards, so neat that I couldn't believe that it was Sergei who folded them. I sighed and slowly took off my pajamas. At that moment, the door slowly opened, and Noblanca paced in with a depressed expression.

"Comrade Commander!" Noranga exclaimed in surprise, "You woke up at noon!" Great, you know? ...... the days you've been asleep."

"I'll have to criticize you commissar," I interrupted solemnly, "two days! It was a two-day delay! There is not much time left before the telepathic controller is activated, the end of the world is imminent, the situation of those mercenaries is unknown, and there is still ...... time left"

"There are still 25 hours," Noblanca interrupted, "in fact, most of the people have slept in the past two days, except that you are the last to wake up, Comrade Commander. From the Battle of Yurigrad to the present, many fighters have relied entirely on doping to support themselves in high-intensity combat, and without sleeping, these young men will be wiped out by fatigue rather than enemy guns. ”

That sounds like a lot of sense. I nodded, and slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down again, Noblanca consciously bringing the chair in front of the desk to sit on. I leaned my head against the wall, and while sorting out my thoughts that I had just woken up in a mess, I asked, "Is there any news from Moscow?" Where are we now? ”

"Tsk...... Actually, it's quite a coincidence......" Noblanca said softly, "Comrade Lomanov sent a communication last evening, asking you to reply by name. But at that time, not a single comrade at the level of column commander was awake, and no one who was awake dared to take the responsibility of rashly waking you up, so ...... So Comrade Najib replied to ...... "It is estimated that Najib described to Noblanca the state of the prime minister's expression at that time, and Nobranga has been trying to hold back his laughter at the moment. One of my carps stood up, patted Nobranga on the shoulder, and wanted to say something, when the door was pushed open again, and as soon as a messenger entered, he hurriedly shouted: "Commissar - oh, Comrade Commander......"

"Stop getting into so much red tape. To put it bluntly, is it the Prime Minister who has sent another communication? I patted the correspondent on the shoulder and asked, and Nobranga endured it with a painful expression, as if constipated, and I waved him out, and the room was suddenly missing a large mass of intense pleasure, and another doubtful emotion was gradually being diluted by similar pleasure. Comrade Commander, you are simply a god! The messenger saluted me with a look of adoration, "In that case...... Hurry up, the Prime Minister can't wait......"

"I may have to correct this," I said, throwing off the slippers on my feet and replacing them with field boots that had been wiped clean on the carpet, "and the correct wording should probably be 'Comrade Lomanov is in a rage at the moment.'" Also, go and release Comrade Daxia, if Comrade Prime Minister can't make sure with his own eyes that his daughter is unscathed, he will be mad again. ”

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"Oh, my dear Mark, it's nice to see you standing here unscathed." But I didn't really feel that he was really happy. Not to mention that his expression was still angry, looking at my smile was fake, and more importantly, when the door opened just a little bit just now, the cockpit was full of "Get me Makjebka!" He's got stiff wings now, and he's giving me a fight! The whole storm team is putting on a fight with me! Believe it or not, I'll give you one of you a one-way ticket to Siberia......".

"The prime minister is handing out one-way tickets to Siberia again." Noranga grumbled softly. This was Lomanov's mantra, perhaps a mantra his ancestors had learned from a distant relative who had become a Russian tsar. However, those who are familiar with Lomanov know that this "Red Tsar" is always better than the other, at least the former's "one-way ticket" is just talk.

"Long story short. We're quite busy here, Comrade Prime Minister," I gently pushed the messenger from sitting in front of the screen, speaking as fast as possible to prevent Lomanov from interjecting again, "if you are looking for Comrade Darsha, I estimate that even if Darsha had come at the speed of Soviet sprinters, it would have been a quarter of an hour before he could get here; If you're looking for me to get a debrief—oh, Noblanga, you go write a review; Also, if there is any information, I suggest that Marshal Sofia write a review...... Tsk......"

You don't need to observe to know that the solemn-looking guys in the cockpit, who had just pretended to be interested in the operating equipment in front of them or the huge floor-to-ceiling windows around Kirov himself, now seemed to have abdominal pain, diarrhea, dizziness, nausea, retching, and symptoms again.

"Indeed, there is quite a big trouble now," the Prime Minister's face became gloomy, "and the fighting power of those allied forces is not low. And well-equipped and well-trained. It's like I've been preparing for this for a long time. Just yesterday, as the earthlings already knew, Dugan proudly announced that the Allied forces had breached the Lunar Fortress and the Psychic Controller had fallen into Allied control. Once the explosive device is planted, the Allies will completely detonate the mind control device and then retreat to Earth to 'be reunited with their parents, children, and girls'. And we! Not only is there no gain, but ...... And I could not provide transportation for the retreat. You'll have to figure it out for yourselves. As he spoke, several photographs and videos appeared on the display: Dugan's dancing speech, the white eagle flag on a blue background planted on the telekinesis controller of the moon fortress, the piles of torn Yuri spacesuits and ruined Yuri vehicles that littered the mountains, the cheers in the command hall and the revelry crowds on the streets of major Western European cities...... People in the Allied countries did not know that they were not cheering for their own army.

I looked at Lomanov's expression. He's angry, it's just that at a distance of 390,000 kilometers, I'm not sure what he's lamenting, the Storm Panel, the Communists' honor for destroying a moon fortress, Yuri's advanced space technology...... Or his daughter.

"Comrade Prime Minister, I think you're in a hurry," I replied coldly, my left hand holding Noblanga's hand, which was about to interrupt, "just captured the mind controller, and all accidents can happen." As comrades-in-arms on the anti-Yuri front, although our friendly army cannot rescue our teammates, we can make up for it...... Will still do. "Whoever is an ally with them, I don't know how the Prime Minister would feel if he hears that this "Allied force" is just a mercenary with Allied equipment.

"No need." The Prime Minister waved his hand, and a satellite image of the Earth Orbit appeared on the display. I couldn't make out the countless blue-red-gray dots of light that surrounded the Earth, but I could tell that at least thirty red dots of light were leaving the Earth's orbit. "I don't believe that Dugan will come to destroy the moon fortress, just as I don't believe that capitalism is the end of human history," he said with a gloomy expression and gritted teeth, "Since our army has nothing to gain from this trip, then we can't give the enemy a chance to return with a full load!" I've mobilized thirty nuclear-powered satellites to assemble in this area, and six of them are 'satellite killers'! Eight hours, Comrade Commander, you have eight more hours to retreat. In eight hours, thirty nuclear-powered satellites will arrive, with the power equivalent of a million-yield nuclear bomb, and there will be no more life from the surface to a kilometer underground, whether it is Armstrong's footprints or a moon fortress, I will completely destroy them, completely! ”

I really wanted to tell him that my on-site presence didn't see any trace of Armstrong's moon landing. But now is not the time to say that.

It wasn't until Darsh complained to me in annoyance that I withdrew my gaze in the direction of the Lunar Fortress. The moon's landscape is "a dark and chaotic" world as Christians call it, and the slightest light can be very conspicuous. At this moment, there is a bright light in the direction of the Moon Fortress, and it will not be long before there will shine even brighter light here, turning everything here into nothingness.