"Lieutenant Ulyanov Viradimo Makeyebka, you are surrounded, lay down your arms and surrender to the troops of the leader Comrade Yuri!" The tweeter outside repeated the command over and over again, making it a headache and upsetting to hear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I glanced at the dimly lit room. The bodies of the fifteen civilians who had been controlled against me had been thrown out, and there was nothing left but a few puddles of blood. You can't blame me for this, you can blame Yuri. Fortunately, there was still a lot of water and food in the house, generators and diesel fuel were not lacking, and countless bullets were sent by the first two waves of attacking troops...... Well, the painkillers would be even more perfect, and maybe I'll be able to last another week.

The bleeding in the abdomen finally stopped, but the feeling of the hot sharp knife piercing into the flesh and picking out the bullet was still fresh in my memory. The bullet was not poisoned, but the remaining gunpowder seemed to make the wound inflamed more and more serious. Now I can not count on Mosvenk to send some brave and fearless fighter in a helicopter to rescue me (perhaps the editors of Pravda are already making headlines about the heroic sacrifice of Hero of the Soviet Union Makyebka). I just want Yuri to get a V3 rocket or a Hind helicopter and to smithereens, along with the house.

The shouting has been going on five times. Damn, I shouldn't have been a hero at the time, I shouldn't have given way to the guy who came out of nowhere. If I go back alive, I must remember that the bullet in the stomach was not hurt by Yuri's rebels, but by stupid sympathy.

Looking out of the window with the curtains lowered, there were at least a hundred soldiers outside, now densely hiding behind the makeshift wall, facing me in this direction with great caution. A bit of the reflection peculiar to the scope flashed before I could get close to me. Not only dodged, but the last shot before dodging seemed to hit the sneaky guy, seeing this scene, the coalition forces below (I don't know why, I'm really not used to calling them "rebels", maybe it is...... Yuri's "rebels" are more "kind" to me, at least I haven't met Yuri, and I haven't messed with him) for a while. Unlike the security forces of the World Empire who rushed forward with bullets in later generations and would not die or even fall as long as they were not hit by bullets, the current Yuri rebels are still a group of normal people: they have to eat when they are hungry, drink water when they are thirsty, and dress when they are cold. will break the law and discipline, and will disobey orders, and some will maintain the morality of ordinary people. Usually have seven emotions and six desires, and also think about principle...... In short, they can't even compare to the puppet forces controlled by the Mind Engineers, who are at least a little more loyal.

This is a coalition army against a coalition army, and it is also a war between the Soviet Red Army and the Soviet Red Army. The opposing troops, the Moscow Central Army (author's note: the unit established after Yuri became the "Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces") and the Red Banner Third Army (privately called the "North American Army" within the Allied Army, because from the beginning of the formation of this army group until the eve of this participation in the suppression of the Moscow rebellion, plus the addition of personnel and the appointment and dismissal of officers in the middle, none of them were completed in the Soviet Union) claimed to be the two most elite units of the Soviet Union, and the degree of attention was comparable to ...... It is comparable to the previous "February Mutiny".

But none of this has anything to do with me. I don't know why Yuri would let me live here, but I do know that I'd die twenty-four hours at most. Unless...... Unless Yuri's men show mercy.

The intense exercise just now caused the wound to expand, and several other wounds also deepened to varying degrees. Blood was running down my thighs, arms, shoulders, and cheeks, reminding me that I had more than just an abdominal injury. Damn Talikin, sacrificed so early...... I didn't even have bandages or painkillers.

I could feel that the third Yuri rebel army had assembled downstairs. I don't know why they didn't raze this place with missiles or the air force, but sent commandos to die at the muzzle of my guns in batches. But it was all guests, and I propped myself up with my sniper rifle and walked out of the room and into the hallway.

This house is a three-storey old-style apartment (the so-called "Borogin apartment building" built by the Allied puppet government after the Battle of Moscow to solve the housing problem of residents of large cities in the Allied countries after the collapse of their houses due to the war, from planning to accommodation conditions, can only be described as "dilapidated"). I was on the east side of the second floor, and I could feel that not only were there a dozen people downstairs ready to enter, but I could also feel that a ten-person commando team had gathered from the windows on the third floor and the top platform. The upstairs ...... must be killed

The size of the apartment room is small, and it takes me ten steps to walk out of the gate, but these ten steps made me walk for a long time. When I walked into the hallway, the sniper rifle and legs finally couldn't support my body, and I fell down in the hallway.

Finished...... It's all over...... I remembered Granzang, the first (and probably last) comrade I found to help me with my "plan". Am I just going to see Marx?

I vividly remember that my last consciousness was to hear heavy footsteps, and to see countless pairs of military boots in neat steps on both sides.

When I closed my eyes, I saw darkness. That's right, I'm still standing in the dark in my shabby camouflage uniform, as if I hadn't fainted, but had shifted places. If it's a dream, it's the most real dream I've ever had.

In my dream, I found myself in the Prime Minister's office. As he had just seen in the Kremlin, Yuri sat behind the desk in the middle, his chin in his hands clenched into fists, looking tired at the rolling screen in front of him. The Prime Minister's Office is not a very well-lit place, and the red stall curtains and chairs, coupled with the ubiquitous mahogany furniture, make the whole office a sea of red. The Soviet flags on both sides prominently show that the owner of this office is a defender of the communist world. There doesn't seem to be a need for sunlight here, and even if it's sunny outside, it doesn't change the need to turn on the lights inside all year round, and the person behind the desk becomes a new "black hole", making the already dark room even darker.

That's right, that person is none other than Yuri with a neat mustache. At the moment, he was still wearing his brown coat and brown leatherette gloves, which looked a lot like old Japanese military uniforms. He wears a metal hoop like a headset on his head, and on his forehead is the emblem of a mind control force. Strangely, perhaps delusionally, he was not a cruel and tyrannical, "uncomfortable at first glance" villain, as described by the propaganda media that supported Marshal Mosvenck, but rather a sense of intimacy.

"So you refused?" Yuri tilted his head and looked at the people on the big screen with interest. For a moment, I didn't know which of the worst enemies of the USSR was, and the one on the screen was still sitting here.

"I think I've made it clear, Yuri," the man on the screen replied with a grim face, "don't try to buy me. Whatever you come up with. ”

"Yes, because I can't come up with a 'Swallow' that can replace Sophia," Yuri said with a shrug and a smile, "and other than that, you're satisfied." ”

"This matter has nothing to do with her, but it has to do with you!" Mosvenk was a little annoyed and didn't seem to want to mention the question of the identity of Marshal Sophia (that would still be a lieutenant general), "At least she didn't betray the communist world, and you!" But a vengeful brute! ”

"Communism? Stop being official," Yuri sneered, and continued softly, "I sit in a seat that is both close to you and far away, do you really want to turn down this fleeting opportunity?" ”

"This is not an opportunity, this is an act that is inferior to a beast!" Mosvenk gritted his teeth and said, "Although in the era of the First World Revolutionary War and the Resistance Army, the fratricidal fighting of the Soviet people is painful. But that's a war with ideological counterparts, and what about you? If the iron current of history in the communist era were reversed because of you, you would be the dirtiest one on the pillar of shame of mankind! ”

"But it's not about your merits. Look at your predecessor, Generalissimo Viladimore. Learn more from him, and he will be an example of your soft-heartedness. ”

"I don't think Comrade Prime Minister is the one you are trying to demonize right now." Mosvenk vetoed.

"Indeed, I also think I have gone too far...... Until I found out that so far Prime Minister Lomanov and I coincided with the solution of Generalissimo Viladimore and his little henchmen. This is what will happen to you tomorrow, the only difference is that you are not a traitor to the motherland, but a hero and martyr. But since heroes are your destiny, why call yourself a 'martyr' instead of a 'standard-bearer'? ”

Silence appeared between the two. I couldn't hear Yuri's mind, nor could I hear Mosvenk's thoughts on the screen. So when Mosvenck replied, "Goodbye." I didn't even know what was going on when the screen went black, except to see Yuri leaning limply on his desk with one hand over his face.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was Li Rongzhi in a white coat who came in. His face was full of respect, indeed, among the four S-class mind engineers, only Li Rongzhi was Yuri's "old team" at the Ural Mountain Research Institute, right? "Dear Master...... Everything has been deployed, and every fighter is willing to fight until the last moment. With those new troops, even if Villadimo comes back to life, they won't be able to stop us. ”

"But those new troops are not yet mature. As a killer weapon in this battle, the risks are too high and the benefits are too small," Yuri's voice was still so dark and hoarse, and calm, "The most important thing is that Mosvenk has an endless supply of troops at his disposal. Not only do we have to fight on two fronts, but the mind control switchboard that really plays a key role has not yet been completed. Without it, no weapon can win. ”

"But......" Li Rongzhi's lips trembled a few times, and he spoke unwillingly, "Moscow, which was finally obtained, should you give it up?" ”

"China's Chairman Li Dekang and Chairman Zhou Anlong have both said that retreat is also an offensive. Sticking to the gains and losses of one city and one place is not necessarily our victory," Yuri stood up and looked out the window. When he was Lomanov's adviser, he also kept doing this pose, "You go." By the way, take my clone away, and I'll be in charge of making a smokescreen for you. When the mind control switchboard is about to start, remember to wake me up. ”

Li Rongzhi's eyes were a little moist. With a bow, he went out. As soon as Li Rongzhi closed the door on the front foot, Yuri's eyes immediately looked at me. His gaze was deep and cold, and it made my scalp tingle.

"All right, my child," he said softly, "the show has failed, please accept my apologies." Although you are still on the wrong path, I see that you are so brave and fearless...... I'm very pleased. The wheels of history have rolled in, and I only hope that before that, you can wait until the day when you become enlightened. ”

What do you mean? I didn't understand what he was saying, but it was as if Yuri didn't need me to understand (and he really didn't need anyone to know anything). With a gentle push, I was back in the endless darkness.

This confused "trip" is over, and by the way, another confused trip is missed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mosvenck, Aunt Sofia, Instructor Cherdenko, Noblanca, Granzang, Gasman, Dasha...... When they waited around and showed a look of surprise, I couldn't figure out how I had such magical powers when I was sleepwalking, so powerful that I could bandage and rely on the dying body to pass through the heavily defended Kremlin and return to the barracks thirty kilometers away with multiple wounds on my body!