I think I'm starting to regret blowing up the Allied Chrono Teleporter Institute in the Black Forest, so maybe Chance can have some Einstein magic weapon to help me disappear as soon as possible. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Really, after so many years of fighting, today is the first time I feel embarrassed on the battlefield. I was pushed to the front of the line, and there were Allied soldiers who asked, "What's going on?" "Immediately pulled away. All sorts of gloating whispers and thoughts hurt my head.

Actually, I didn't see anything. At this moment, whether it is Admiral Eva (the Allied Supreme Commander who succeeded Kaveli, a 43-year-old five-star general, the youngest Allied commander) or the elder Field Marshal Mosvenk (the Allied Supreme Commander, 41 years old, so young that many Allied officers jokingly say that it is the children leading the fathers) are here at this moment, even if Dugan and Lomanov spun around in the air and flew back, I can accept it, but what I saw in front of me was that the iconic blonde hair was wrapped in a steel helmet......

"What, are you dumbfounded?" The lively and brisk voice pulled me back to reality. I turned to Granzang and asked, "Is the comrade pilot on the wrong path?" ”

Unexpectedly, Noblanca took out a telegram and said: "Unfortunately, Comrade Makejebka, I have just received the order......"

"But the Storm Team has never had a woman join out of the ordinary!" I interrupted rudely.

On the contrary, Comrade Commander, the only female marshal of the USSR Comrade Sophia (41-year-old Marshal of the Soviet Union, Chairman of the Security Committee of the Coalition Forces, wife of the elder Mosvenk) joined the storm team in the middle of the time of Comrade Mosvenk Sr...... "At such times, everyone stopped talking for me......

Before I knew it, everyone had left, and only me, and ...... were left

"What are you doing here, Darsha?" In desperation, I had no choice but to look up at the new acquaintance. Darsha is indeed a beauty, and no matter what clothes she wears, she has a sense of fashion.

"What? My dad specially approved him to join the army, so it's really strange for you to ask. Dasha shook his hair nonchalantly, saluted me and said, "Sergeant Dasha Alexander Romanov reports to Comrade Commander!" I'm going to be the second Aunt Sophia. Rest assured, I passed the assessment of the coalition forces. ”

"That's it?" I sneered, "Recruits can also come to us?" ”

"Not really! People have gone to the barracks to practice! Dasha's little face turned red, "Uncle Mosvenk said, I can come to your unit!" Besides, it's not easy for a helicopter to cross the whole of London, and it's not in line with the rules of the field to send away reinforcements sent by the command! ”

"You ......" I was speechless. This Daxia is really going to make trouble for me. I glanced at the computer in her hand, and suddenly it happened: "Wait, can you hack?" "The moment I made eye contact, I felt that Darsha was indeed different from the past.

"yes. What's wrong? Darsh shook her blonde hair and asked me. I dismissed all the miscellaneous thoughts and bowed to the mind control switchboard.

……

"The signal here is really bad!" Two hours later, Dasha patted his hair and said. This is the bunker just now. Outside, there was a constant sound of telepathic concussions. "Let's just do it," I said, glancing at the ceiling, "It's good not to be hit by the weird Yuri's psychic concussion, don't ask for anything." ”

"There's a satellite connected here," Darsh's words made everyone's hearts rise to their throats, "Mr. Dugan said that before Yuri took possession of the Giant Soft Corporation, not only did he discover the vulnerability of the Giant Soft Company's system and paralyze the Allied information forces, but he also had them develop a special control device that could be used to force the Mind Control Switchboard to activate its Mind Concussion Cannon ability in advance. ”

"Comrade, are you saying that Yuri can already use the mind control switchboard to launch psychic concussions at will and attack our troops?" Noblanga looked shocked.

"Yes, everybody. But Yuri can't use the mind control wave to control all of London at will, and can only send a shock wave to ease the situation," Darsha explained in detail, "The Allied attacking forces have successfully encircled London from all directions, and the coalition forces have also successfully destroyed Yuri's supply lines, Yuri's move is just to stall for time." ”

"Is there a way to break through Yuri's system and hack their mind control switchboard?" Nobranga asked. Darsha shrugged, shook his head, and said, "Do you think it's possible?" Chance They can't hack the machine so many of them, what can I do alone? ”

"What then? Is it stupid to wait here for Chance to succeed? Someone asked unwillingly.

"No, we're still useful." I looked into the distance and said, "The only way to speed up the hackers' destruction is to go to Yuri's territory and blow up Yuri's biochemical computer host to reduce their resistance." Truth be told, that thing runs dozens of times faster than a silicon wafer. Let's go, everybody, and tell the Allies to come along. ”

When everyone was leaving, I noticed that Darsh had a red cross on his sleeve. "It's strange, since you're a military doctor, why do you have to pass the regular army exam?" I asked, sitting on the ground next to her.

"The coalition never recruits special talents, you should know that," Darsha said casually, "It's useless to only heal the sick and save people, just like your Noblanca, if he can't be mechanically modified, who cares about him?" Comrade Commander, you're not going to come to me just for this, are you? ”

"Of course not." I shook my head, took out a slip of paper, handed her sheepskin-gloved hands and said, "Let Comrade Prime Minister write on it at the point in time, hit this coordinate!" Move fast, time waits for no one! ”

"But that's an extra move! As long as you control the biochemical computer host ......"

"It's not about the war, it's political reasons, carry out the order, Comrade Dasha. Oh yes," I said before leaving, "I know it's cold in London, but you should take off your gloves." Something worth half a year's salary of a Moscow worker is not only dirty and perishable, but also has a very bad unequal style of work and the habit of flaunting wealth in the coalition troops. ”