Chapter 121: The Broken Wine Bottle

In a Republican-era church in Baicheng, filled with a hustle and bustle of staff officers and junior officers, gray cylindrical cashmere hats quickly moved back and forth, stacks of documents and huge maps that took up half of the walls were folded and folded into army-green synthesis boxes, a creature of multiple layers of plywood, ABS, aluminum, stainless steel, and hollow boards that had proven its reliability in the bumps of fire and snow over the previous months. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Passing through the long corridor of the chapel, the retro and elegant hall is dazzlingly covered with reliefs and paintings, and the tall dome of the chamber is reflected downwards in the light of the brass, and the chamber, specially built to welcome the Orthodox archbishop one hundred and ten years ago, seems to be in a sea of gold leaf, and everyone who enters it can feel the power and glory at their fingertips.

This was the temporary requisitioned site by the Kaliningrad Strategic Campaign Cluster Command, although they had already flown away from the city in the warm and comfortable cabin of the Ka-60.

In the upper seats of the council chamber, several soldiers with AK-47s were fumbling one by one, some of them already clutching gold pocket watches and agate rings found in the priest's bedroom, and some of them were empty. The silver tableware of the Republic of China period stored in the transparent glass display case has long been looted by the generals, and after being identified as non-toxic by chemical experts, those big men began to enjoy the treatment of aristocratic officers in Tsarist Russia.

In the magnificent chapel, the gilded cross that perched high above the altar was pulled down by all the people in unison, and a rifle with bayonets rubbed against the cross, imagining how wonderful it would be to have pure gold inside when it was scraped open.

Everyone was trying their best to stuff their pockets and the lining of their clothes with anything of value they could find, and the experience of barely filling their stomachs for months had taught them that in a society the most important thing was food, then guns and ammunition, and then hard currency such as gold and silver, and yet some of the wiser soldiers were willing to exchange the gold they had found in advance from their comrades for ammunition that did not seem to be in short supply for the time being, and time would tell who saw farther.

From Baicheng to Tongliao, a large group of TOS-1 Spitfire tanks was formed, a powerful weapon converted from the old Spitfire tanks that the Soviets swept through the Japanese forts in World War II at the Battle of Nomenkan, and a precision fire control system that fired incendiary rockets was added to the original flamethrower tower. Even the flaming rockets themselves are equipped with radio fuses, a low-cost and highly effective measure that has achieved unimaginable results in 1999 during the second siege of Grozny, the capital of Chechnya, and when dealing with the onslaught of dense insect swarms, the light Spitfire tank, which can be used both near and far, once assumed the main position with its speed and coverage that surpassed the main battle tank. It was not until its thin-skinned shell could not block the claws of the insects as effectively as the main battle tank, and it suffered huge battle damage before it was withdrawn to a supporting position.

However, as a light and powerful battle-hardened and reliable war machine, reconnaissance and other high-risk tasks still have to rely on the Spitfire Tank, and its high mobility and continuous attacks increase the chances of it escaping from the pursuit of insects.

In addition to the three Spitfires, two 18.7-ton BMP-3 infantry vehicles accompanied the trip to Tongliao, and the 14 crew members will provide effective short-range fire cover for the Spitfires. Although the range of movement of the insects in the ice and snow has been greatly reduced, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents, and they can travel through the whole of Siberia alive to come here because of the unrelenting care and prudence.

A long, narrow mechanized front sprang out of the cluster, and they would detect the danger on the road ahead for the subsequent large force of ground troops, although some air forces had already reconnoitred this route, but some crises would be difficult to detect if they were not really triggered, no matter how many times they were probed from high altitudes, after all, insects that are inherently inherently more organized in the snow and ice than swarms far from the Arctic Circle.

There were not many abandoned vehicles on the highway from Baicheng to Tongliao, and anything that stood in the way was often forcibly pushed off the highway by the T-90 at the head, but there was not enough time left for this advance team, so they simply took a more brutal and decisive approach.

Rush straight through the fields under the highway.

In the rumbling sound of the tank, the white snow squeaked painfully, the snow foam was thrown from the edge of the tumbling tracks, and the black dirt was thrown out, so that the tank body that had just been baptized by the night of wind and snow was stained with a large number of mud spots. The machine gunners on the infantry chariots were empty, and the cold wind was as sharp as the blades of knives during high-speed movements, and there was no shortage of precedents for soldiers sitting outside the infantry chariots to be frozen and crippled.

The airtight infantry was not equipped with an air-conditioning system, and the soldiers wrapped in thick military coats were shrinking into the bulkhead near the engine, which was the warmest part of the entire tank. In the early days of the war, there was an unlimited supply of military supplies such as tobacco and alcohol, but today, when almost two-thirds of the country has been lost, the seven soldiers and two drivers sitting in the car can only take small sips of a bottle of Erguotou that has been turned out of the house. While passing through the Siberian wilderness, some soldiers could not stand the cold and drank high-purity industrial alcohol and died of poisoning.

The liquor was down, and a shiver from the bones instantly hit the whole body, and the hot sweat seemed to come out of every corner of the limbs, and everyone lazily leaned against the crowded bulkhead. Everyone is nostalgic for the happy times when they were in the service.

"There's nothing worse than now." One of the soldiers put his fur hat on his face and muttered something like this.

"Bang!" A strong force suddenly shook all the soldiers in the carriage into the air, time seemed to stand still at this moment, everyone's eyes widened, their thoughts paralyzed by alcohol could not react from the sluggishness, but the next moment, the chariot with its rear wheels raised high fell sharply, and a huge impact no less than the impact just hit the soldiers who were almost attached to the roof of the chariot.

The sound of "ping-pong" falling was endless, it was the sound of rifles colliding with each other, the soldiers went from momentary weightlessness to free fall, the narrow space in the carriage made them crash into each other, and the only bottle of wine also smashed the waist of a soldier, and then slowly slid down.

There was a crisp "click", and the overflowing aroma of wine filled the entire carriage.