Chapter 130: The Yellow Sparrow Follows

"This damn Dugan!" Nobrenga roared, "He played such a trick in the bloody battle against Yurigrad! What are the Allied devils, his substitutes, who serve as coolies for him? "If this weren't Darsha's computer, with his character, he would definitely smash something to vent his anger. The www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion is frozen in the scene of Dugan greeting the audience from the White House spokesperson's podium after his speech, and the applause around him is applauding. It is said that Dugan attended acting school when he was younger, and today it seems to come in handy. But I don't care about that, what I care about is, since the Allied forces have landed on the moon, does that mean that my mission should also be over?

My Mission...... It's over? I can't imagine it. I can't tell what it feels like: I have traveled thousands of miles to the moon on a mission for all mankind, just settled down, paid the price of dozens of people, and someone actually told me that instead of being "the only hope for all mankind", I am a dispensable, or even superfluous? I haven't felt this way since I joined the Storm Team.

What does it feel like? I don't know, I just feel a dull pain in my heart. Last time was the day when my adoptive father was declared a *** element, and last time was the day when I sacrificed more than half of my teammates, and after rescuing Comrade Prime Minister, I was blamed for not rescuing Daxia, and this time it is again.

"What should we do?" I don't know who asked. What to do? I don't know what to do. The group representing the Allied forces on the map was moving westward, and the satellite signal was getting more and more blurry. I gently pushed the computer away and looked out at the endless wilderness and black sky. The night sky here is clearer than on a clear Siberian summer night, and the stars in the night sky surround a huge blue planet. It's not all blue, as gauze-white clouds obscure a large part of it, revealing only the South Pacific Ocean and the striking earthy yellow Sahara Desert.

"Comrade Commander?" Darsha interrupted softly behind him, "Father...... Video communication ...... of Comrade Prime Minister He's already waiting for you...... "Needless to say, I also know that the prime minister must be furious at this moment."

"Here you are, Comrade Makejebka." Prime Minister Lomanov's expression looked hideous and serious. Perhaps due to the habit of speaking, Lomanov in front of the screen waved his arms and shouted hysterically: "This is a betrayal, this is a threat, this is a naked threat from the imperialists to the USSR, to our global democratic coalition!" It's a colonial war, Dugan, he wants to challenge the coalition bloc's undisputed sovereignty over the moon, he wants to snatch the glory of killing the thug Yuri! "Looking at Lomanov's hoarse appearance, I couldn't believe that his energy was so vigorous that he belonged to an old man who never exercised and will be 60 years old next year.

"So Comrade Prime Minister, how are we going to destroy the Allies?" There was a hint of sarcasm in my words, "Do you know what we're up against? As far as I know, there are at least forty or fifty thousand people in the enemy's remaining two outposts, and there are about 100,000 enemies in the total base, but how many troops do I have? Just 1800 people, exhausted Storm Group fighters, and a bunch of useless tanks and armored vehicles! Even if the storm team can really be one hundred, then I only have 180,000, against more than 200,000 people who are waiting for work! You would want me to destroy the 100,000 Allied forces at the same time as Yuri's forces? ”

Arabian Nights, absolutely Arabian Nights! That's for sure. Now that the Allies have taken over the assault on the Moon Fortress, it's none of our business. All we have to do is to watch the scene and leave when we are done, so that we can also gain a reputation as a "victorious return". It was not a trick, and although the Allies had only 100,000 men, it was clear that they were better prepared.

"Fool! Do you think that the so-called First Combined Lunar Corps of the Allies is really here to destroy the Lunar Fortress? Lomanov looked angry and waved his hand, and a video appeared after a keyboard sound. The shooting results were not good, but they were enough to see the scene clearly. It shows a large tower towering in front of a purple building, and the building behind it appears to be badly damaged, with craters all around the tower. But neither the towers nor the buildings, at least they have not collapsed. It looks like there shouldn't be any damage to the roots. The scene was full of ruins, and the person who took the video was obviously secretly filming behind the ruins somewhere. Several large Allied vehicles entered and exited the rubble, and many workers in white coats loaded some tin boxes into the cars, and some men in white coats, fully armed and wearing gas masks, and some carried the same tin boxes to the purple buildings in the distance. Some of them stayed under the tower and took out the instruments in the box to start debugging.

The camera begins to look upwards. I looked up, dumbfounded. That's right, this towering tower is a spiritual beacon! Oh, my God! If this is a psychic beacon, then the buildings in the distance are......

"Put this on hold...... That's it, zoom in, it's clear - Comrade Makjebka, you see it clearly now, right? After instructing the off-screen operators, in the small window below, Lomanov turned to me and said, "This is San Francisco." ”

The picture freezes on the white and swaying seven letters "Hollywood" in the distance, and then switches back to Lomanov's disgruntled face. "Our comrades in the intelligence services sacrificed countless lives in exchange for the truth that the mind control switchboard in San Francisco was not destroyed as it was in propaganda. Quite the opposite, they deliberately kept the mind control switchboard and studied it thoroughly in Seattle. While our agents helped destroy the wreckage in San Francisco, the intelligence services assure me that Einstein must have found a way to modify the mind-control switchboard. ”

I remembered that Darsh told me that after the Battle of Seattle, she went to Seattle on behalf of the Soviet Union to attend a "very boring" charity gala hosted by Giant Soft. Yes, Jusoft has improved Yuri's mind control switchboard...... The giant soft companies belong to the "Joint Committee of the Military-Industrial Complex of Free States", and they are Einstein's accomplices!

"It seems that this time, we not only want to make the old Yuri disappear, but also prevent the new Yuri from appearing." I shook my head and smiled bitterly.

"Good luck...... Comrade Mark Yebka. But...... Maybe I can give you good news. Lomanov's heavy voice finally became excited again at this point, "We have detected that the three 'exploration satellites' launched by the Allies into lunar orbit three months ago are actually a meteorological control satellite and two reconnaissance satellites. At this moment, after half a month of orbit change, they have reached the nearby airspace. ”