The Peony Municipal Government Building, compared with the hot scene on the defense line, is particularly quiet here. Gathered around a corner, the crowd of people asking for supplies at the entrance of the city archives had dispersed, and all lines of defense were in urgent need of replenishment, if they did not have the ability to win a few supplies, they could at least contribute a little manpower.

With the exception of a few elite units, the Russian army has almost stopped using any advanced means of communication. The first effect of a complete logistical collapse is the degradation of the methods of warfare, since it is more economical to have an errand messenger with a minimum meal a day than any power-hungry appliance that needs to consume precious fuel to generate electricity.

As for the elite troops, for the status quo that they do not need any technical content and can not be left behind as long as they are well supplied, the elite troops are those with magazines in their pockets.

The only remaining unit with sufficient ammunition was a separate motorized infantry brigade in the strategic cluster of the Kaliningrad campaign, but more realistically, all units had to be preceded by the word "remnants".

Two platoons, less than 80 people, this is the number of soldiers in this southward moving army comparable to the number of soldiers equipped before the war, the so-called motorized infantry has changed from all kinds of armored combat vehicles to all kinds of bicycles, especially the mountain bikes with thick tires and can be wrapped around anti-skid strips are the most sought-after.

Such a mountain bike force was naturally used to defend the most important decision-making parts, but what was particularly striking was a young woman in a woolen winter coat, a heavy gray winter hat and brown goggles that made her face almost unobstructible, but no one paid attention to this, and an SVK sniper rifle with one hand on his waist like a saber was enough to neutralize any visiting.

The men around him consciously moved their bodies from time to time to cover the angle that was most vulnerable to sneak attacks, and it could be seen that this woman was even more important in the hearts of the soldiers than the Russian generals around her.

The woman with the sniper rifle lifted the hem of her gray winter hat, revealing the sideburns next to her ear, and she turned her gaze to the side.

"General Sokolov, I hope you can remember the help of the people along the way, those civilians are the hope for the continuation of our nation, if we want to sacrifice them now, why are we here?" The knuckles pressed against the rifle had turned white from the force, and it was clear that the woman's emotions were not as stable as they seemed.

"There's a village behind this wood, and what if the living dead aren't fully attracted there?" The general who was questioned by the woman drew a line on the notebook in his hand with a red pencil, and instructed the officer who bowed down to him: "Divide this forest in two, the outside of the red line needs to be ignited, and the flamethrower can only be sprayed here once, and the igniter is ready." ”

"Understood." The officer nodded and took notes, he couldn't help but glance at the woman who was hanging aside, his lips moved, and he finally stopped talking. The military ranks, which had been strengthened by the purge, had left a deep imprint on the hearts of these survivors, and he stepped forward and retreated with a military salute, which was not easy to find in the ice and snow.

"Lieutenant General Sokolov!" The sonorous female voice sounded again.

"Enough Natasha! My head, which should have been basking in the Sochi sun, is now trying with all my might to figure out how to keep us alive! Sokolov took off his hat and fanned it vigorously in the air, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat in such a cold weather, and the gray hair and black beard were in stark contrast.

"You want everyone to live, don't I want to? Listen to the roar in the wind, if you have the means. Sokolov put his hat back on his head, "You can't help it." ”

"I know it's just a luxury to evacuate, but I want to be with the people." The woman known as Natasha stared into the lieutenant general's eyes, her eyes hidden behind her glasses, and Sokolov couldn't see her gaze, but he knew she was telling the truth.

"As stubborn as your father, son." Sokolov shook his head: "This is a request for death, I have the responsibility to protect the descendants of heroes, in fact, it is more difficult to live than to die." ”

"I guess those people will choose to be tough." There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's tone.

Sokolov was silent, and after a red pennant was waved in the distance, the team, which had taken a break for a while, began to move.

"Natasha." Lieutenant General Sokolov tucked his notebook into the pocket of his military uniform, and with one hand he lightly grasped the holster on his waist, the 17-round semi-automatic pistol in which he was the only weapon in his body, "If there is only one man left in our clan, I want him to be an elite warrior and not a weak civilian." ”

While Sokolov was finalizing the details of the breakout route, Natasha knew that it was not his decision alone, that the rest of the generals had agreed on the breakout, and that Sokolov was simply the one who was pushed out to ensure that the breakout would be a success.

The generals have abandoned the civilians, and Natasha knows that the high-sounding reasons are unassailable from any point of view, and she knows that the stakes of life and death cannot be too moral, but whenever she puts herself in the position of a civilian, the chill torments her heart all the time.

Sokolov's son died under mortar fire in Grozny, the capital of Chechnya, and since then he has become a hawk who knows only iron and blood, and his behavior is unacceptable even if Natasha is biased, but other generals. Natasha could only let out a faint sigh, the success of the breakthrough may only be the difference between late death and early death, in the face of human selfishness, she felt that she could not escape the word hypocrisy.

If supplies are well stocked, it will be difficult for the sluggish threat to get here. The road to the forest outside the city was rebuilt when the troops had withdrawn from the city, and countless obstacles were erected along the way, and although simple and crude, the broken stone piers were no less stagnant than the elaborate guardrails. The mines that had earlier been complemented by these overt obstacles have been re-collected, leaving only a delicate camouflage made of waste. The barbed wire fence next to the government building, which had been connected with high-voltage electricity, had long since been dismantled and transported to the outskirts of the city, and almost everything had been put to good use, and the refugee-like army thought to themselves that no one could do it better.

No need for anyone to urge, this unit turned over one after another when they saw the flag, and even the equipment was actually close to the maximum load capacity of ordinary bicycles, everyone knew that these mountain bikes with snow chains would not last long, but no one was willing to give up any of their equipment.

Following a narrow path carefully carved out of the road, the bike troop quickly moved away from what had once been considered impregnable city hall building, with only a few tanks remaining alone. These Kings of Land Warfare, who were supposed to ensure the safe evacuation of everyone, were no more useful than scrap metal after losing fuel.

However, they were still carefully camouflaged, and some stop-action barriers were laid aside, and people still fantasized about the day when they would return here with plenty of fuel to restart these precious steel behemoths.