December 1, 1986, CNN Headquarters, Atlanta (Red Zone)

"It's raining again. www.biquge.info"A Cuban conscript said happily to his companions. Rainy days will cause large-scale interference with brain waves and electromagnetic instruments emitted by the psychic controller, so Yuri's troops will not come out to harass today. I sighed and shoved a couple of Yuri flyers, which were already a little wet, into the fire to keep warm. I've heard from local elders that Atlanta used to be a beautiful and peaceful land with warm winters, but now it'......

It's a damn rainy day. Every time, especially today, when it rains, I always have some unpleasant memories. After last week's big battle and a week of rains, this sadness has reached its climax.

I was in a bungalow in front of the headquarters building, which was the last house in good condition in front of CNN's headquarters. Last week, the Yankees' Delta Special Forces easily entered the super hall of the headquarters building after touching the sentry here, causing heavy casualties to our troops, so the superior commander finally made up his mind to turn this place into a well-equipped fortress and send the best coalition troops to guard it in turn. The only fly in the ointment was that the heater broke down yesterday, so we had to continue to light a fire to keep warm.

But I'm not here to keep warm, the Captain of the Stormtroop's Elite Combatants I don't have to come to get a stand-alone power source and air purifier with these big-headed soldiers, I'm here to avoid my colleagues and superiors who always talk to me with strange glances and suggestive tones. Only by coming to this place can you have every opportunity and reason to get rid of the opportunity to get along with those colleagues and superiors.

It's been 8 years since this damn war, at least 10 years since I served on the Storm Squad (we jokingly call ourselves the "Suicide Squad"). Since the motherland began to recruit young soldiers 10 years ago, "young veterans" have been common. Most of the young soldiers who enlist at the age of 10 are disposables, and at most they will become martyrs against Yuri Marin, "the leader of the terrorist mob, the ultimate destroyer of mankind, the traitor to the Soviet people, the hater of the communists, the close comrade-in-arms of the Allied forces, and the villain who tried to destroy the planet." And I actually lived to be 20 years old, and even the comrades of the Ministry of Defense were amazed. So I was selected as an elite combat soldier and later awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union, both of which broke the record for the youngest in history.

The soldier on the watchtower picked up a leaflet from the Yuri Empire and read a few lines, and was immediately snatched up and torn to pieces by the political commissar who was cooking at the same time. Yuri's Empire's writing is written in a very strange way, including the characteristics of the grammatical strokes of almost every country in the world, and everyone can read it almost instantly, but once you read it, you will be subjected to strange psychological hints and go crazy and become Yuri's loyal servant. This has been known to the world since the Second Battle of Paris nine years ago when 100,000 Allied troops were destroyed by 30,000 brainwashed internal rebels, and it was not until Comrade Glinsky invented a helmet six years ago that it was possible for a part of the human race to read these things without being brainwashed by Yuri's words. I once wore this complicated helmet to read an edict on the succession of Emperor Yuri, and after reading it, I had a splitting headache, and I was praised by Comrade Glinsky for my good concentration.

"Wait a minute!" I woke up suddenly and said to the political commissar, "Stop the comrade who went to the toilet with the soldier who read Yuri's leaflet!" Send the guy next to him to the confinement room! He read Yuri's flyer and must be quarantined! "Of those who read Yuri's leaflet, I haven't seen a single one who hasn't defected.

I also know that if I isolate, I am afraid that the result will be a dead end. Last year, Iraq's coalition in Palestine recaptured the important town of Jerusalem, which extinguished its mind control tower and killed 700,000 of its inhabitants when it saw no hope of resistance. In the past, Yuri's forces had never been captured, as once captured alive, their brains would be immediately ordered to die by the Control Tower, or implied suicide. I can't sit back and watch him wreak havoc on a massive scale before he dies.

"Comrade Captain, you are also too sensitive, you will not ...... after reading a few pages of Yuri's leaflet" The political commissar immediately explained to me, and I interrupted him: "Yuri's leaflet has the effect of mind control, implying that others are loyal to Yuri's empire!" To be on the safe side......"

A scream ensued. The anti-aircraft artilleryman, who was called the escort, shouted "What are you doing!" Holding his bloody stomach, he yelled and rushed back from the door. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled: "That guy is crazy!" That guy is crazy! ”

"It seems to be a little late." I sighed. Behind him, the sound of a submachine gun hitting the door was like music.

The door opened. The soldier who had seen the leaflet was holding a submachine gun and pointing it at everyone. At the moment, the guns were still hanging by the wall, and everyone didn't even have a stick. It's a massacre, I reckon.

"Long live Your Majesty Yuri!" His eyes were full of madness, and his ears couldn't hear the call of anyone in front of him, and then he raised the gun in his hand, and his fingers reached for the trigger, ready to -

Then his gun was deflected by a flying stainless steel kettle, and the bullet spilled a perfect arc in the air. I pounced on him, knocked him out the door, and then pulled out the bayonet from his waist and cut his throat. This set of actions was so fast that I didn't even realize what I had done after I was done. The rain was still falling, and the comrades behind him were dumbfounded.

"Don't be stunned," I calmly ordered, "call the doctor, and say that one of our soldiers was wounded by Yuri's victim, and that the victim had been killed." ”