The quiet Brun steppe is now full of speeding military vehicles and Han soldiers, which makes the herdsmen on the steppe not know whether it is good or bad. The good thing is that the arrival of these Han soldiers brought with them a lot of things that they had not seen before, such as boxes that could emit sounds, delicious sweets, and so on. The bad thing is that it also means that there is going to be a war here, because so many soldiers don't come here for a group tour.

But none of this has anything to do with Dolma, because his lover is by her side again. I remember that when Zheng Xiaoyou suddenly appeared in front of her half a month ago, Zhuoma was hit by the sudden happiness and was about to suffocate, although her lover was injured so that she couldn't ride with her, but this is better, at least her lover doesn't have to go to the front line to fight.

At this time, in the quiet of the night, Dolma and her lover snuggled in the grove and whispered.

"Little friend, you're not going to fight this time, are you?" Dolma asked with a happy smile.

Zheng Xiaoyou couldn't help but feel embarrassed at this time, the injuries on his body were almost healed, the troops had finished resting, and there were many more comrades-in-arms in the battalion, and today he had received an order to return to the front line tomorrow.

Looking at Zheng Xiaoyou's embarrassed face, the smart Zhuoma couldn't help but understand that his lover was going to the battlefield again. Looking at her lover's guilty eyes, Dolma makes a bold decision to take her lover deep into the woods.

The moonlight illuminated the woods like silver, and Zhuoma took her lover to the depths of the grove, she made Zheng Xiaoyou sit on a big rock, and then she slowly unbuttoned her clothes, Zheng Xiaoyou watched Dolma do everything in amazement.

When Zhuoma took off the last piece of clothing, Zheng Xiaoyou was almost petrified, and the gentle night sprinkled on Zhuoma's snow-white tall body and towering white breast* room, making Zheng Xiaoyou, the first brother, look stupid.

Zhuoma leaned down and took Zheng Xiaoyou's hand and gently pulled him up. Zheng Xiaoyou stood up stupidly, opened his hands and slowly hugged his lover and covered Zhuoma's cherry lips with his head lowered, both of them were immersed in this passion for a while, as the body temperature of the two rose, Zheng Xiaoyou's clothes were also decreasing, and finally the two men and women who loved each other finally became one, when Zheng Xiaoyou stabbed the spear under his crotch to Zhuoma's tight, warm and moist wonders, Zhuoma snorted softly, and then hugged his lover tightly and tears of happiness shed in his eyes.

When the sun rose the next day, Dolma stood next to the convoy, and Dolma's eyes were reluctant to leave his lover's side for a moment. The convoy finally started, Zheng Xiaoyou desperately poked his head out of the window to look at the shadow standing motionless and farther and farther away on the side of the road, Zheng Xiaoyou couldn't help but be stupid at this time.

At present, the officers and men in Ulaanbaatar have assembled a corps of nearly 80,000 people, including three infantry divisions and one armored division, with Hu Lian as the commander-in-chief of the former enemy.

Wang Dongzhi still flew his old buddy twin-engine F-5E lightning reconnaissance plane over the stunned Duma as usual, this long-range reconnaissance plane has a very good surname, with a flight radius of more than 1,500 kilometers and a good visual space. All in all, it was born for reconnaissance.

At this time, Wang Dongzhi was hovering in the air more than 1,000 meters, observing the Russian army below.

"Hawkeye No. 1 reported to the command that the Russian [***] team was heading towards Ulaanbaatar, with about three infantry divisions numbering about 40,000 people, and one tank division tank model T26, numbering about 200 units, which is expected to arrive in Ulaanbaatar in 36 hours."

"Watch the back!" Suddenly, the partner who was in charge of observing and taking pictures in the back reminded loudly, Wang Dongzhi hurriedly pulled the longitudinal rod, and the plane rolled to the right a few times in an instant, and a string of light bombs flew over from the left side of the plane with a string of light bombs.

It's so dangerous, play east to look back, it turned out to be two Il-15 biplanes engaged in a sneak attack behind.

"Ahh Wang Dongzhi indignantly despised it, if he was beaten by such an old-fashioned rotten thing, he would not be laughed to death by Leng Yuan, this kid.

Wang Dongzhi pulled the longitudinal pole, and the F-5E raised its head and quickly burrowed into the clouds, leaving only two Il-15 staring in vain below.

"Woo woo" On the temporary airfield in Ulaanbaatar, more than a hundred P-47 "Thunderbolt" fighters and more than sixty Stuka were taking off urgently.

The P-47 "Thunderbolt" is a new generation of fighter that Su Tonggang reequipped the Air Force, and its size appears to be five big and three thick, which is a little unacceptable at first, and was even rejected by the pilot. But at Su Tong's insistence, he was forced to change his outfit in the two aviation divisions, and Guy was famous for its thick skin and thick flesh in World War II in later generations, which guaranteed the safety of the pilots. Su Tong was also ruthless this time, determined to fight Stalin to the death. He knew that they could not compete with Russia in terms of the number of planes, so he had to start with quality.

Watching the black-pressed group of planes rise into the sky, Gao Zhihang could only look at the sky and sigh now, and now that he was the director of the aviation of the 37th Group Army, the chances of him personally piloting the plane into the air were already very small. At present, his main task is to seize the time to form the new third and fourth aviation divisions, and in today's battle, he can only sit in the conning tower and direct the battle.

Zhukov sat in a gas sedan and looked at the scenery that kept flashing next to him, his expression was serious, according to the news from the front, the 37th Army on the opposite side was not like the previous Congress army, they were well-equipped and well-trained, otherwise the 23rd Infantry Division would not have been completely annihilated overnight, and even Major General Khovav was taken prisoner.

Now that the 23rd Division has become a joke of the entire Far Eastern Military District, Major General Khov has become synonymous with incompetence, and even Zhukov has been implicated, in view of this, Marshal Bryucher ordered the First Army to march towards Ulaanbaatar as the first guide, although Zhukov himself was firmly opposed to this order, he believed that the Russian army seriously underestimated the battle of the 37th Army of the Chahar political axe, and the rash attack of the First Army would lead to unpredictable consequences. But under the strict orders of Marshal Bryucher, he set off with the 24th, 25th, 40th Infantry Divisions and the 13th Tank Division under the 1st Army.

Due to the hasty attack, the troops' ammunition, fuel and supplies could only reach half of the normal amount, which made Zhukov, who was already a little worried, even more worried.

According to a report from the Air Force just now, the Air Force has driven away six waves of Huaxia planes that came to reconnoiter today, but fortunately, the fighters of the Huaxia people have not yet appeared, and this is also a great luck in misfortune.

"Order the 51st Flying Regiment of the Air Corps to take off immediately to escort the troops on the march." Zhukov, who still felt uneasy after thinking about it, gave an order to the chief of staff.

Since the center of gravity of Russia's defense is in Europe, there are not many troops in the Far East, and even fewer aircraft, and the 51st Flying Regiment is already nearly half of the air power of the Far East Air Force.

Half an hour later, when it was noon, the troops stopped to prepare for lunch, when the chief of staff came to report, "Comrade Zhukov, the plane of the 51st Flying Regiment has arrived"

"Well, order the comrades of the 51st Flying Regiment to go to the front to search" Zhukov just ordered.

At this moment, there was a low roar in the sky ahead, and after a while, a black and oppressive group of planes emerged from the clouds.

"Not good, it's an enemy plane" I don't know who shouted.

Brothers, I'm sorry, I accompanied my children to the street today, this chapter was late.