"Can anyone tell me what's going on with this month's frontline report?"

In Hanoi, the capital of North Vietnam, the former Vietnamese Imperial Palace has been requisitioned by the Soviet Union to become a wartime headquarters, and the Soviet Supreme Commander, General Kukov, is roaring in the main hall.

The following group of generals were all reprimanded and did not dare to speak, unlike the United States, General Kukov is the top three real power in the country, and he has a hot temper and is cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Talk? You guys? Are they all dumb? After waiting for a few minutes and no one reported the situation, General Kukov became annoyed and stood up with a slap on the table.

The gold-inlaid gold silk nan table that had been handed down from the Xishan Dynasty was squeaked by him, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

"According to our inside information, it seems that the enemy's assault team has been attacking frequently recently, which is why we have caused abnormal casualties." Seeing that Cook was about to get angry, an unlucky guy finally stood up in the pitiful eyes of everyone and reported it tremblingly.

"Strike team?" Cook frowned at first, then picked up the paperweight on the table and smashed it at the hapless bastard.

'Bang Bang ......'

The golden paperweight smashed on the head of the unlucky man, and immediately smashed his head and bleed directly backwards, and the people on both sides suddenly reached out to support him tacitly, and then dragged him out without saying a word.

This Nima, being a staff officer next to the general, is really fatal!

Everyone looked at the staff officer who was dragged out with envy, even if they were pretending to be dizzy, but there was a smile on the corner of the other party's mouth.

If I was injured in the line of duty, and if I didn't live in the Yalta Sanatorium for three and five years, I would never be discharged.

"An assault team has caused casualties among more than 2,000 of our soldiers, do you want to tell me that there is Magneto in that assault team?" Cookoff roared in anger.

Mutants are of course invincible in the face of ordinary people, but in the face of formed armies, they are really not enough.

After all, the strongest mutant on the official face so far is only Magneto, but even with Magneto's strength, if he wants to kill dozens of strongholds in the dense forest in one go, it is estimated that he will be exhausted.

And the other mutants?

Then it can really only be described as scum.

According to the intelligence of the Soviet Union, the two most arrogant mutants on the front line of the US military battlefield are a pair of brothers, who are rampage with their immortal bodies, but last time they were almost burned to char by the mechanical troops equipped with flamethrowers, so that now those two guys are also obediently being shrunken turtles, and they dare not close their eyes to hard steel.

"Intelligence indicates that the assault team has recently joined a new member called Conrad. Weting! Another unlucky guy stepped forward and reported it head-on.

No way, he caught the lot at the door just now, and he caught the second lot!

"Conrad. Waiting? Why does this name sound familiar? But fortunately, this time Kukov didn't make a move, but sat down, clasped his hands together and thought.

"It's the financial genius promoted by the Western media, and the United States hyped up that he joined the army two months ago, which made the efficiency of American recruitment blow out again!" Seeing the general sit down, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

General Kukov, who has entered the state of thinking, is still very reasonable, otherwise a purely short-tempered guy would not be able to be the real leader of the Soviet Union.

"Well, isn't that kid engaged in finance? How dare a bastard like Lyndon send him to the front? As soon as he was reminded by his subordinates, Kukov reacted and asked with some confusion.

Although he is very unaccustomed to the style of those bourgeois, but as the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can win all battles, and Kukov, as the leader of the real power faction in the Soviet Union, naturally knows a lot about the power structure of the United States.

As the leader of the ZTE chaebol in the United States, although Conrad may not be comparable with those famous families that have been inherited for hundreds of years in terms of heritage, he is far superior in terms of influence, and he can be worthy of being the leader of the current young generation in the United States.

If such a person has any strengths and weaknesses on the battlefield, it is estimated that Linden's president will be able to do it!

"According to the confession of the defeated soldiers, the remnant of the Wertin family seems to be a mutant of the summoning system, and his summoning beast may be the three-headed hellhound in Western myths and legends, the dog is huge and moves like the wind, and the rainforest environment of Vietnam is the natural hunting ground for that kind of monster." Of course, the staff officers had dug up the eight generations of the Duke's ancestors before they came, after all, if General Kukov didn't get the information he wanted, he would really kill people.

"A dog? Are those soldiers rice buckets? What about the rout? General Kukov, who had calmed down, suddenly broke out again, jumped up and shouted.

"It's been sent to the Siberian Prison Camp!"

"Bastard, you can't even beat a dog, you dare to run away, all of them are shot, and all of their families are sent to Siberia!" Kukov shouted angrily as he slapped the table.

"Yes!" Although I have some sympathy in my heart for those defeated soldiers who have escaped with great difficulty, no one dares to touch the general's moldy head at this time, and someone will go out to convey instructions at that moment!

The formidable combat effectiveness of the Soviet GIs can only be maintained by this tenacious discipline!

"We are the invincible Soviet Red Army, and we let a dog and a financial person fight like this, do you still have any shame, and do you still have a little bit of military blood?" General Kukov doesn't care what kind of three-headed dog or hydra the other party is, it's just a dog, its fate can only be used to make hot pot, and there is absolutely no second choice.

chattered and complained, although he was very unhappy that more than 2,000 soldiers on the front line were wiped out by a dog, but as one of the most famous generals among the Soviets, Kukov also knew that the dog must have something strange.

"Go and get Commander Yuri!" Cook thought about it, and finally decided to let Yuri's bad guy deal with it.

After all, he is good at fighting, but this kind of battle between mutants is still Yuri's best at.

"Yes!" The herald who received the order immediately went to ask Yuri to command the envoy, and the staff officers began to receive helmets very tacitly!

President Sherbo began to study psychic mutants when he was still a general, and naturally knew that those mutants who could spit water and extinguish fires were simply scum, and they were vulnerable to modern weapons.

It is the mutants of the spiritual department that are the most terrifying existence.

So the Soviets had built helmets that could isolate the spiritual barrier several years ago, but the materials needed for this thing were too rare, and only a few dozen could be made with the strength of the whole country.