Old Bunard gently sipped the coffee from his cup, and his face did not have much of a pleasant expression. He just turned his head to look at Liszt's shocked eyes next to him, and the corners of his mouth turned into a smile, but it was extremely cold. He squeezed the cup tightly, and his hoarse voice seemed to be grinding knives, and old Bunnard just nodded slowly, as if agreeing with something: "That's right, all ten reconnaissance units have been damaged, including the two reconnaissance units that have been wiped out." ”

Swallowing slowly, even though Liszt clenched his hands tightly, he still couldn't get rid of the agitated emotions in his heart. And he looked at old Bunard in disbelief, looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face, and finally realized that this was true. Turning his head slowly, Liszt subconsciously glanced at the expressionless Sofitel next to him, with a sluggish suspicion in his tone, he asked softly, "Is this true?" ”

"Sure, it's ridiculous, isn't it? On the territory of the American Federation, the Soviets completely annihilated their own troops. ”

Putting down the coffee in his hand, the gloom between the old Bunnard's eyebrows became thicker and thicker, as the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line, he carried a much heavier heart than Liszt. In particular, the reconnaissance units that were completely annihilated, one of which was even less than ten kilometers away from the Anchorage Line and was caught up and annihilated. How could he endure this was no longer an armed conflict, but a premeditated aggression, and the most contemptuous of aggression? But old Bunard bowed his head slightly, his fists clenched: "But so what? The group of politicians turned our casualties into skirmishes just by talking with their mouths, and they didn't know that all of us who died on the front line were American federal boys. ”

"They didn't want to clash with the Soviets at all, because part of our troops was still stuck in Mexico, and if we went to war, our numbers weren't good on paper."

Everyone was slightly silent, and the oppressive atmosphere reappeared in this living room. Old Bunard also seemed to have some kind of anger, gritted his teeth tightly and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. And Sofitel coughed lightly, he looked at the dull and depressed living room, his face couldn't help but bring a formulaic smile, and said lightly: "But fortunately, Captain Liszt successfully wiped out a Soviet unit, and also captured a lot of Soviet soldiers." ”

"That's the only good news I've heard today!"

Snorted coldly, old Bunnard's fist lightly hammered the sofa, and slowly looked up at Liszt, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "If the troops of the American Federation can be the same as you, then it will really be safe." He said, with a faint anger in his hoarse voice: "Some reconnaissance units did not even dare to fire at a close distance of 800 meters from that group of Soviets, and they were still delusional about negotiations, I really don't know what was going on in their heads." ”

He had already learned the information, except for Liszt's reconnaissance unit, the other nine reconnaissance units were completely lost. Of these, only two escaped with more than half of the casualties, and the rest of the reconnaissance units either fled back on their own after being routed, or were completely annihilated in place. He even saw through the battlefield video equipment a reconnaissance unit standing guard, not firing or leaving, but expecting the Soviets to leave on their own under pressure from international law and the Anchorage Line.

But in the end, the group of Soviet soldiers launched an attack within 800 meters, and the battle barely lasted a few minutes, and this reconnaissance unit lost one-third of its combat strength, only a small number of scouts fled with the help of mountains and forests, and the others were either captured or killed in the wilderness and forests of Alaska!

"Then will we organize a counterattack?"

Liszt spoke slowly, he looked at the gloomy face of old Buenard, but he already had the answer in his heart. The abandonment of Alaska is probably already a tacit surrender of those areas to the Soviets. The border conflict that has now erupted between the two sides, or rather, the Soviets slapping the United States in the face with their hands, in the eyes of some politicians responsible for stability, this region, far from the American mainland, is not suitable for igniting the flames of war between the two blocs.

Military clashes between the two sides occur almost every year, and even large-scale military confrontations and skirmishes have occurred. But that was more than a decade ago, when energy was still sufficient. The oil that has almost dried up now, and the energy crisis that has swept the world, have almost stopped military conflicts, large and small. Even the Middle East battlefield, where nuclear bombs have been used, and the European and Middle Eastern coalition forces have withdrawn and declared an armistice, which already shows that the war has really stopped in some respects.

But all this is an illusion, and these temporarily calm wars are only prepared for the next more ferocious war. Liszt knew that after nearly a decade of silence, the last oil field on earth was only in Alaska, when the Anchorage Line still existed, and the war had already begun. The Soviet tanks that have accumulated energy for more than ten years will appear in the wilderness of Alaska, accompanied by the terrifying nuclear tanks and stealth suits, as well as the individual Gauss rifles, like a flood to break through the Anchorage Line, directly towards the United States, and eventually appear on the territory of the United States.

"Fight back? Maybe the politicians will signal us to do it. ”

Shaking his head slowly, old Bunard rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, he had not had a good sleep for nearly a week, and now he also felt a sense of exhaustion all over his body. Gently stimulating his eyebrows with his fingers, he finally sighed slowly, as if he remembered something, looked at Liszt in front of him and said, "You seem to have a silver steel pipe in your hand?" ”

"Silver steel pipes? You mean this? Found from a spy hiding in a reconnaissance unit. ”

Hearing old Bunnard's words, Liszt couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and he instantly remembered the Cheney he had captured in that temporary camp, with Sofitel and the other two Colonels Leslie. Reaching out and taking out the silver steel pipe in his pocket, he handed it to old Bunnard and said: "That guy's name is Cheney, and he is probably still guarding in my reconnaissance unit, and he seems to know a lot about the Soviet Union, so he can torture him more." ”

"I've already known the news, and it's also a huge development."

At the same time that Old Bunard stretched out his hand to get the silver steel pipe, Colonel Leslie next to him slowly stood up, reached out and deftly crossed the old Bunard's hand, and took the silver steel pipe in Liszt's hand. He had a faint smile on his face, but his hand put the silver steel pipe in his chest pocket, and only said to the two of them, "This thing contains a lot of secret information, and it needs to be kept carefully. ”

"Careful keeping? Oh, then it's up to you. Frowning slightly, old Bunard showed no expression on his face. He looked at the faint smile on Colonel Leslie's face, stretched out his hand and gently swept it in front of his eyes, and snorted coldly in his nose: "You'd better pay attention to your arrangements, if it weren't for Captain Liszt to help you intercept this thing, I'm afraid the Soviets would have already mastered our information!" ”

"This was our mistake."

Colonel Leslie gently slipped the silver steel pipe into his pocket and clasped it like a pen. But he still had a faint smile on his face, and even the ridicule in Old Bunnard's tone didn't care, just sat on the sofa and listened quietly, without continuing to say anything.

In this regard, Old Bunard also snorted slightly, took out a folded white paper in his pocket, stretched out his hand to Liszt, and said lightly: "Now maybe you can make me feel more relaxed." Liszt stretched out his hand to take it, and Old Bunard also sighed and said: "This task, no matter how you think about it, it is more reassuring to leave it to you." ”

"Letter of appointment?"

Liszt was slightly stunned, he looked at the white paper in front of him, on which a series of characters were mechanically printed, and the seal of the United States Federal Command was also stamped on it. There are not many characters, just a few lines, almost less than half a page, and Liszt's brows are tightly furrowed, he looked at the appointment above, but he couldn't help but raise his head and look at old Bunal and said: "Appoint me to the border between Alaska and Canada to establish a guard post?" ”

"That's right, we've discovered several routes that are frequented by the Canadians and Soviets, and now all we want is to spy on them."

Leaning quietly on the sofa, old Bunnard's gray hair made him look older, especially on his tired face, and the scars added a bit of the ravages of time. He turned his head to look at Liszt, and his hoarse voice was also sincere and reassuring: "Your ability has long been proven on the battlefield in Mexico, and today's victory is only deserved." ”

Looking at the letter of appointment in his hand, Liszt placed it on the table in front of him, and at the same time picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip on it. After slowly bowing his head and muttering for a moment, Liszt turned his head to look at old Bunard and nodded, "When will I leave?" As he spoke, he lightly pointed his finger at the letter of appointment, but his brows furrowed tightly, and he said slowly: "The guard post you said still needs to be built again after I go?" ”

"The edge of the Rocky Mountains is also the remnant of the Rocky Mountains."

Old Bunard nodded slowly, he looked at Liszt's nodding and agreeing, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He nodded lightly: "Adjacent to the Pacific Ocean, not far from a military port in Canada, which is not only the border between Alaska and Canada, but also seems to be an important port for the Soviets to provide supplies to Mexico." ”

PS: Regarding the question of the name of the gun, can I say that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder? I think it's really touching to write like this. Besides, a gun can only be water, even if every paragraph is water, it is less than a hundred words