"Comrade Zhukov, here we are, we have arrived on Russian soil." The chief of staff said in a choked voice.

"Yes, we're here, we're safe!" Zhukov also said with a smile.

Zhukov came to Kyakhta with the remnants of more than 2,000 soldiers of the First Army, and they finally couldn't help cheering.

"What does it smell like?" A soldier sniffed.

"It's the smell of burnt meat, hurry up and take a look." The group hurried forward.

At this time, they were greeted by a picture that can only be seen in hell, with vehicles, artillery and countless dead bodies lying on the road in front of the eye, and this tragic sight of no end frightened many Russian soldiers, some of whom were burned to the size of a puppy.

"Wow" many people vomited on the side of the road, "These are the people of the Second and Third Armies!" "Someone recognized it.

"At this time, the Chinese Air Force did a good thing." Someone shouted.

What kind of weapon is so cruel? Looking at the scorched land, Zhukov couldn't believe his eyes, is this still a beautiful home in his eyes?

"Comrade Commander, let's go!" After all, he is the chief of staff, and the reaction is fast.

Yes, Zhukov also reflected that since the Chinese Air Force has already visited here, then this is no longer a safe place, and if you don't leave, everyone will be taken prisoner.

"Everyone, get off the road and take the path." Zhukov hurriedly beckoned everyone to leave the road and move on.

Not long after Zhukov and his men left the road, a group of armored troops drove from the direction of the city. At the beginning is the Type 59 tank that has just appeared in the Russians, mixed with dozens of SDKFZ251 half-track armor, and finally a dozen tank trucks, ammunition trucks and maintenance support vehicles, which is an advance regiment of the 101st Armored Division.

I saw them quickly cross the road, and when they encountered obstacles, they used their tanks to clear the obstacles and move forward as fast as they could, and their task was to catch up with the enemy and then entangle them to the death.

At this time, the regiment commander Wu Jilong was sitting in the command car and ordering the troops to maintain formation and speed up.

"Tuanza, the scene here is too disgusting, and the brothers of the First Division of the Air Force are too unprofessional to work." A staff officer in the car who had just vomited complained.

"Don't complain, hurry up and contact the brothers in heaven and ask how far we are from the Second and Third Armies?" Wu Jilong asked with his churning stomach.

"The reconnaissance planes in the sky reported that the enemy's rearguard troops were still more than a hundred miles away from us."

"Hurry, speed up."

The advance team picked up speed and pursued it earlier.

Command of the Far Eastern Military District in Vladivostok

"Marshal Bryukhel, this is the latest order from Moscow, you have been suspended, please hand over your command, do a good job of handing over and report to Moscow immediately!" Admiral O'Lega said coldly.

Looking at General Olega in front of him and the two staff members of the Suppression Committee beside him, Marshal Bryucher secretly sighed in his heart, Moscow is so anxious, can't he wait for him to save the personnel of the Second and Third Armies and then transfer him back?

"Well, since it is an order from Moscow, I will naturally obey it." Marshal Brucher, who had already prepared in his heart, calmly handed over the command and got into the car that had been waiting outside, and the car immediately started and drove on the way to the airport.

Inside the headquarters

How could General Olga not be excited, sitting in the office left behind by Marshal Bryucher, whose long-cherished dream was finally coming true.

General O'Lega sat excitedly for a long time before he got up and was supposed to perform his duties as commander of the military district, he pressed the button of the electric bell, and in a short time a young major staff officer walked in.

"Comrade Olga, what do you command?"

"You immediately telegraphed Admiral Andrupf and Admiral Molokov and ordered them to immediately build a defensive position on the spot and not to take half a step back, this is Russian territory, and it is absolutely not allowed to give up at will without an order from Moscow."

Admiral O'Lega's tone was full of unquestionable tones.

"Yes, I'll draft the message right away." The staff officer with blonde hair said solemnly.

Ten minutes later, what would be considered the stupidest telegram of the twentieth century was sent along the airwaves.

"What? Let's build a defensive position in situ? Don't take half a step back? Admiral Molokov asked in disbelief with the telegram that the communications staff had just sent.

"This is an order from the command of the Far Eastern Military District, Comrade Commander." The communications staff officer replied helplessly.

"I'm asking which son of a bitch came up with this telegram, and does he know that it will bury all the elite of our Far Eastern Military District here." Admiral Molokov asked with a roar.

"Comrade Commander, the signature of the telegram is General Olega." The communications staff officer whispered.

"It turned out to be this guy, no wonder he would give such a bastard order." Colonel-General Molokov said helplessly, for this political commissar of the Far Eastern Military District, who can only engage in purity movements, he has long understood his stupidity in the military field.

"Comrade Commander, Commander Andlupuf is here." Someone gently reminded Admiral Molokov.

"Comrade Molokov, it seems that something happened to Commander Bryucher." Admiral Andlupf said in frustration as soon as he came over.

"Let's be here to die!" Admiral Molokov replied helplessly.

Admirals Andlupuf and Molokov, though they had great objections to this telegram, ordered that none of them dare to disobey them, otherwise the court-martial would not be vegetarian.

In this way, the two armies began to build defensive positions in a small town called Amora, with the town as the center.

Maybe even General Olega didn't know that his stupidest telegram would bury the entire Far Eastern Military District, right?

"What? They stopped the retreat and built fortifications in what town? Su Tong couldn't believe his ears after receiving the air force's reconnaissance report.

"Sir, it's a town called Amora." The staff officer added next to him.

"I don't care what town it's called, you immediately order the troops to speed up, surround it for me, and never let them run away." Chief Su was overjoyed, happiness should not come too suddenly.

Under the strict orders of Commander Su, the 300,000 troops of the 37th Group Army rushed towards a small town called Amola like a pack of wolves that smelled blood.

The third is more

Sense 2541, the reward of the potato master's book friend

Tomorrow is the day of the college entrance examination, I hope that the children's shoes with the college entrance examination task can get a good score, and they must report a calm attitude to take the test.