The feeling of the god stick is still right, because this is also what many soldiers think now. In just three days, they had all seen that this originally shrubby, wooded hilly area had become their own camp. After being tested by sapper shovels and flames, even the hilly area, which was almost a primeval forest, was successfully conquered by Liszt and the others, and the circular Star-Spangled Banner, which symbolized the American Federation, was raised on the top of the mountain.

At the top of the three hills, less than half a meter down from the slightly excavated depression, three M2HB Browning 12.7mm heavy machine guns were also erected. The firepower of these three heavy machine guns is capable of covering any target within a kilometer of the surrounding area. And for the Kuta River, which is more than a few hundred meters away, if the order is given, they can even directly cover the fire on the other side of the river. This is not too difficult for a heavy machine gun with an effective firing range of more than 2,000 meters.

This is the southern guard post of the Anchorage Line, and it is related to the safety of the entire southern part of the Anchorage Line. The establishment of this guard post is like a sharp knife ready to insert into Canada at any time, and if the Canadians in the south who have colluded with the Soviet Union dare to make any abnormal move, then the hand holding this sharp blade will continue to transmit absolute power.

And Liszt, as the soul of this sharp blade, is quite aware of his mission. A war between the U.S. Federation and Canada will eventually occur, because the oil found in the Anchorage Line will be one of the main factors in the U.S. Federation's choice to brazenly annex Canada. Another major factor is that the current relationship between Canada and the Soviet Union is too ambiguous, and once the Anchorage Line is caught between the front and rear, then the Soviets will follow the road built by Canada and enter the territory of the United States without the slightest hindrance.

In fact, it is precisely this kind of ending that has been performed in the radiation of the previous life. The seemingly formidable Anchorage defense line was easily breached. It's like a paper tiger, washed away by the torrent of steel. At that time, even if Canada was controlled by the United States, it had been easily broken through in the torrent of steel, and with the help of Canada's intact road network, it directly entered the east coast of the United States Federation, and even the capital Washington.

"Canadians? What a bunch of guys who don't know what fear is. ”

Stand at the top of the outermost hill. Although it was only a dozen meters high, Liszt could still see the Kuta River flowing like a jade belt more than 200 meters away. His gaze was slightly fixed as he saw the same tent set up in the woods on the south bank of the Kuta River. Liszt's nose still couldn't help but let out a cold snort, and said to Garcia who followed behind him: "Maybe they have their self-confidence." ”

"Confidence?" Bowing his head slightly, Garcia's face also had a certain mockery, because of course he understood what the confidence in Liszt's mouth was. Slowly spitting to the side, Garcia said mercilessly: "If it weren't for that group of Soviets, with these weak Canadian chickens, I would have been able to fight ten by myself!" ”

They were elite soldiers trained on the Anchorage Line. More than half of them had experienced the previous battle with the Soviets. And there are not many recruits among all of them, and even if they are re-enlisted, most of them are veterans who have retired from the battlefields in Mexico.

For murder and war, they have long been familiar with it in their hearts. They are not new recruits who have just entered the battlefield, and they still have any desire and fear of war. They only know how to defend themselves on the battlefield, and then use the M16 assault rifle in their hands to name every enemy they encounter. They are not the kind of executioners who kill like horses, but in their hands, everyone has more or less a few lives taken on the battlefield.

"It's a pity that due to the orders of the Anchorage Line, we can't take the initiative to provoke a war."

Took a deep breath. The cool Alaska air made Liszt's body and mind feel refreshed. But his chest was still suffocating, especially when he looked across the Kuta River out of the corner of his eye. The Canadian army, which had not even built a temporary defensive position, gritted its teeth and snorted coldly: "Damn! ”

As a soldier, the humiliation of watching the enemy stationed on his own land and trampling on the territory of his own country has already burned Liszt's anger. Even if he still has the memories of his previous life and his worldview, values and outlook on life, he is a citizen of the United States of America in this world. And how can such an insult be ignored?

They can't bear it, but they have to endure it. Because the orders of the Anchorage Line were still binding them, so that they did not dare to act rashly. Even the U.S. Federal Army Command was restraining them, strictly ordering everyone not to fire the first shot, even in some conflict. Unless it was the Canadians who crossed the boundaries of the Kuta River and came to the North Shore, a territory under the de facto control of the United States Federation!

"Both sides have really shown great restraint."

There was a slight itch in my throat. Liszt spat at the ground next to him again. Both sides fear the unpredictable consequences, and that no one will be able to control the beast of war when it begins. And the biggest reason for the restraint and forbearance of both sides is precisely because of the mutual jealousy of the American Federation and the Soviets. This has happened many times in history, and each time before a large-scale war is about to break out, both sides will take a step back and dissipate the possibility of nuclear war at any time.

They are now like two strongest male lions, and when neither has the strength of the other, the only choice is a tentative roar and a recuperation in restraint. But everyone knows that they are slowly accumulating strength, waiting for the fatal blow when the other party reveals its flaws!

"Jingle Bell Jingle Bell"

The crisp sound of a bell instantly appeared in Liszt's ears, interrupting his original musings. Frowning slightly, he lowered his head and reached out to take out something in his pocket, which was a small and simple mobile phone, and on the seemingly crudely made interface, there was also a call reminder from a stranger, accompanied by a slight vibration of the ringtone.

It was a small communicator given to him by the Enclave, a rudimentary thing made with vacuum tube technology. Liszt was so busy before that he forgot about the existence of this thing, but now the sudden ringing of the bell made Liszt couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. This was the first time he had received a message from the Enclave, and after staying in his hands for about five seconds, Liszt slowly gritted his teeth, pressed the answer button, and slowly put it in his ear and said, "Hello." ”

"Mr. Liszt? Although it was an honor to speak to you, your efficiency in getting on the phone was simply too low. ”

In the communicator, there was a sense of exhaustion in the voice that spoke, and he had to gasp a few times for almost every word, as if he had been exhausted after a long journey. And his voice, though panting, was not at all polite, and he said to Liszt in a commanding tone: "I am now on the edge of the forest on the island of Ardmeralti, and I am being hunted by Canadian agents, and you must find a way to rescue me before half past ten in the evening." ”

Squinting slightly, the commanding tone and unceremonious tone of the words made his brows furrow. But he didn't interrupt the man's speech, but his ears moved slightly, because the sound of the two feet walking and the sound of his body colliding with the bushes had already sounded between the man's words. This means that you are moving quickly in the forest, and you don't dare to stay where you are, even if you are quite tired.

Moving through forests and mountains is more physically demanding than moving in plains. Even trained soldiers and spies will try to move after a good rest in the mountains, so that the constant high-intensity march not only consumes a lot of physical strength, but also allows the body to quickly overdraw. And if it weren't for an emergency, no one would do it.

"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's going to be dark in two hours, and I'll send my coordinates to your communicator, so come and pick me up as soon as possible to get me out of Admeralti."

The man was still panting and pouting, and his tone was extremely nervous. He swallowed hard and frothed, exhausted by the long walk, allowing him to gasp for breath. But his words still came out of the communicator, so that Liszt clearly knew his arrangement: "I am now being pursued by the Canadian secret service, and once they discover my secrets, then all the networks that our Enclave have set up in Canada will be exposed." ”

"Time is running out for me, my communications are about to be shut down now, or the group of agents will lock down my location through our long conversations."

This panting guy seemed to have completely exhausted his physical strength, and as the sound of Putong kneeling on the ground sounded, he gulped down his rough clothes, and at the same time said to Liszt in the communicator: "Remember, you must take me out of Ardmeralti Island on time, this is important information about the American Federation!" ”

"What happened?" But before Liszt's question could be exported, the communication device in his hand had already lost its signal. His brow furrowed tightly, staring at the small and crude Enclave internal communication device in his hand, but his heart became more and more puzzled. Turning his head slowly, he could see the island in the distant sea, and it was the island of Ademuralti that the guy had just mentioned.

PS: Chapter 3, anyway, I still owe 14 chapters, okay, I admit that you are very powerful, but you don't have to worry about having more debts, I still hope that you will vote more. Anyway, I don't even know what I'd do if someone snapped an alliance leader, but I'm still looking forward to it. If a local tyrant thinks that I write well, I will reward the leader of the alliance and get ←, ← (to be continued.) )