I'm just damned. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Every time I swore that I would not sacrifice the lives of soldiers. But I broke my promise again and again.

This time is the same, asking 4 tanks to pretend to be our number to lead the enemy away, even a master like Boris can not be guaranteed, but the rookie Izazinka dares to take the initiative to ask for orders to carry out the mission. Watching the large number of light spots and fire markings on the navigation system gradually turn, the only feeling I had was ......

Guilt...... Really, probably since the end of 1986, some problems that I haven't thought about for ten years, feelings that haven't happened, are now appearing in front of me. In the past, even if the whole of Moscow was destroyed in front of me, I still seemed to see Comrade Marx gone, and now I came out of nowhere......

"Now we're entering a street ......" 40 minutes of silence were broken by Darsha. I can't believe my ears: the streets? Figil has been wiped off the face of the earth for four years, and even if the victims of the disaster come back to rebuild their homes, there will be no "streets" left!

But the sight in the captain's goggles was real, and although the infrastructure such as the asphalt road and most of the street lights had been lost in the desert, the twisted branches of the dead trees pointed to the sky, and the handwriting on the signs was rusty, I recognized that this was Figil. Blessed by Marx, the downtown area here does not look completely destroyed.

"There's only one way to go," I said softly, "and it's noon, and it's too hot." Just take a break from that street. ”

At 11:40 a.m., we finally arrived at the first place to date that could be seen as a relic of human civilization. Dasha told me that Prime Minister Lomanov was wearing a necklace to record the coordinates and health of the leader, and now Marshal Sofia has given us the authority to track down the "Prime Minister's Life Table" in real time (it seems that the situation is really urgent and urgent).

However, according to Daxia's judgment...... Comrade Lomanov seems to be doing well......

……

"Hey, my dear Mark, I'm here." When I walked into this very Spanish "unrestrained" (or ****) restaurant, I really didn't want Comrade Prime Minister to be here. In fact, when I saw Lomanov at the first sight of the door, I subconsciously called Comrade Boris and asked him to "search" the room after I left, and asked Lomanov to come outside and communicate with us. I don't want to stay in this place for a moment.

But after all, practice makes perfect. Before I could turn around completely, Lomanov's familiar greeting was heard. "Lieutenant Colonel Mark, you have come at a good time," he said with a smile, "really, if you don't come sooner, I'm still worried about whether I will have enough money for room and food." The shopkeepers here are more pragmatic, and I'm afraid it's hard to get credit. The sun was shining on Lomanov's fat shirt and gray hair, and he was looking at us calmly. All the voices in the hall stopped, everyone was put down, and Lomanov took the opportunity to pat the hot waiter next to him on the ass. Behind the shouts of "Daddy" came from far and near. It seems that Daxia is very well informed.

"Daddy......" There was a gust of wind behind him, and Darsha threw himself into Lomanov's arms. Fortunately, there are no American reporters who are the fastest here, nor British reporters who are always trying to criticize the Soviet leader, otherwise tomorrow in every country we have been to in the West will be made a big news that "the Soviet Prime Minister spent the rest of his life in a plane crash and met his daughter and son-in-law."

"I didn't expect you to find me so quickly," said Lomanov, nodding with satisfaction, "I thought you would have to spend ten days and a half months." ”

"You have to thank Albert Einstein for that. If you want to hear a story, I don't think it's the right place for you. And we're not the only ones who want to find you. I said with a blank face as I pushed the person at the table across from me to sit down, took a sip of lemonade.

"I know. It won't be long before Yuri's henchmen catch up......" but I interrupted him and said, "I'm afraid it's not Yuri, it's our own." ”

"That's right," Darsha reported in a panicked panic as he suddenly looked at his computer, "a large coalition force is approaching this place. The devil knows how they tracked them here. But they should be the same force that attacked us. "Massive troops...... I only have 440 men and 30 tanks and 35 armored personnel carriers, and I don't think I can deal with them even in street fighting.

Lomanov turned his head back and forth to look at the solemn expressions of the two of us, and laughed nervously: "What's wrong with you two? You look like you're coming...... A group of world security forces ......"

"Yes," I yelled at him a little annoyed, "not an enemy this time, but somehow my own people." I really admire you, Comrade Prime Minister, you are capable of having so many political enemies willing to risk re-education through labor or even killing your head to hunt you down in the depths of this desert. ”

"In this nuclear bomb survival zone, the people who hate me should be sweaty," Lomanov smiled and ignored Darsha's warning eyes, and said to me solemnly, "I hope there will be no one else." The implication was well known to those present.

"Don't worry," I replied softly, "I'm measured." At the very least, I have the patience to wait for the promise to be fulfilled. ”

Before the words fell, bullets and shells rained down the entire restaurant.