Surrounded by mountains, the remnants of the Rocky Mountains, countless beams of the mountains form folds in the ground, undulating like towering axe blades, slicing the sky into countless pieces. Originating from geological movements hundreds of millions of years ago, the greatest Rocky Mountains in North America were formed, and the movements over the following tens of millions of years gradually formed the vast remnants of the Rocky Mountains on the Pacific coast, and also created the continuous splendor outside the main veins of the Rocky Mountains.

This is the eastern coast of the Pacific Ocean, part of the Canadian Commonwealth, British Columbia. This is a mountainous coastal region known for its Rocky Mountains, which are unique coastal areas that nearly separate the coast from the interior. But it is not alone, because Vancouver Island, the largest island in North America, is located in the south, whether it is Victoria, the capital of the province above, or Vancouver, the largest city in the northeast, it is one of the few economic, cultural and financial centers on the west coast of Canada.

These two cities are less than an hour's drive from the federal state of Washington. And the city of Victoria, just across a modest bay, is across the sea from Seattle, the capital of Washington state. They also had good economic exchanges, which allowed the three cities to develop sufficiently, but with the second most powerful country in North America, the United States, one of the two poles of the world, the exchange between the two sides was interrupted, and the two sides were never able to maintain it.

Vigilant gazes have appeared in the eyes of two giant-like nations, both Canada and the United States, both looking at their neighbors with suspicion. In particular, Canada colluded with the Soviets, and even allowed Soviets troops to be stationed on their own soil, even though it was some remote islands, which still made the U.S. Federation, which was close at hand, feel a certain deep jealousy.

And just north of Vancouver Island, on the Queen Charlotte Islands in the Pacific Ocean. The expressionless face of Commissar Prenyakov was also a little more frosty. He rolled his brown eyes slightly, the scorched black in front of him made his face more and more gloomy, and slowly spat at the side, he seemed to be tired of the burning smell, covered his nose with his hand and asked slowly: "The elite aviation regiment transferred from the Bering Strait Command." Just like that, all killed? ”

"All of them were killed, except for the rear maintenance crews."

Just behind him, a soldier in a civilian uniform was standing straight, but the cold sweat on his temples kept flowing down with time. But he didn't dare to wipe it, he just stood upright, and when the political commissar of Pu Yanyakov asked, he could quickly wipe it by looking through the notebook in his hand, but the slightly trembling voice also explained the fear in his heart: "It also includes a battalion of troops stationed at the original missile base." ”

Plenyakov nodded slowly, as if he understood. But the time he nodded continued, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more obvious. Then he turned his head slightly, looking at the Soviet soldiers around him who were holding AKM assault rifles and seemed to be on alert, with a little puzzlement in his tone, he didn't look back but still asked the civilian soldier behind him: "Why didn't those maintenance personnel in the rear die with their regiment commander?" ”

His question made the civilian soldier behind him sweat even more, and even the hand holding the notebook was already a little disobedient because of the fear in his heart. He was just a freshman who graduated from the Moscow Military Academy. It has not been half a month since he came to this island, but his longing for this half month is just an illusion. He thought he should still be asleep in the dormitory of the academy in Moscow, waiting for the assembly whistle to blow and continue with the wonderful, hectic day.

"I am really embarrassed that they just died."

Prenyakov's face furrowed slightly, he sighed softly, but turned directly to look at the more than twenty soldiers behind him who were standing cautiously with their heads hanging and more than ten meters away. Their faces were filled with fear and unease. This made Prenyakov's face frown more and more, and he couldn't help but say slowly: "Do you want to blame me?" I just went to the Bering Strait for a three-day meeting and came back in a mess. ”

Spreading his hands slightly, Pu Yanyakov's face was full of incredulity, especially when he looked at him one by one. The more than 20 Soviet soldiers, all with pleading and longing in their eyes, widened their eyes exaggeratedly, and said helplessly: "Do you really blame me?" Don't be like this, we are all comrades, don't you just have no responsibility? The twenty or so soldiers had panic written on their faces, but he still nodded and said accurately: "You are very responsible!" ”

"Comrade Political Commissar, please give us a chance to make amends!"

Despair appeared on the faces of the more than 20 Soviet soldiers, they had already guessed their dark future, but they were extremely unwilling. A young man walked out of his desperate companions, his young and immature face with determination and determination, and summoned up the courage to say to Prenyakov: "Please give us a chance, we are willing to prove our consciousness to the Soviet mother with our blood!" ”

"Enlightenment?"

Looking at the Soviet soldier who walked out of the queue with some curiosity, Prenyakov chewed on the tongue-twisting phrase in his mouth. He moved, but he also walked forward slowly, looking at the Soviet soldier, and a certain smile appeared on his face. But when he came to the young Soviet soldier who walked out of the queue, a Makarov pistol appeared in his right hand, and without hesitation, he pressed it on the forehead of the young man who still had a resolute look on his face, and pulled the trigger fiercely: "Bah-"

The crisp sound of gunfire appeared in an instant, and the bright red blood and miserable white brain pulp had gushed out with the blood hole the size of a ping-pong ball, and the originally young Soviet boy immediately collapsed to the ground, and there was even a resolute and determined look on his face. But Prenyakov's face became frosty with the residual warmth of the muzzle, and he turned his head to sweep over the Soviet soldiers who were subconsciously retreating backwards, but his voice seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth: "Is your consciousness comparable to that of an elite aviation regiment?" ”

The faces of the more than 20 Soviet soldiers became more and more frightened, and they looked at the Makarov pistol in Prenyakov's hand, of course, they knew what kind of power this standard pistol of the Soviet army had. But their faces were already filled with panic and despair, because the Soviet soldiers around them, who were wearing almost military uniforms, had already pointed their AKM assault rifles at them, and there was no expression on their faces, as if they had seen too many such things.

"The explosion of two large-caliber shells is really surprising and timid."

Reaching out slightly and touching his heart, Plunyakov felt his heartbeat, looking at the panicked Soviet soldiers in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face. Tilting his head, he felt a little bored, and slowly waved his hand to the civilian officer behind him: "Escort this group of derelict guys back to Siberia and let them go to the concentration camp to reflect." As he spoke, his eyes looked at the young man who had been directly killed by him just now, without any expression on his face, as if he should have said: "Bury this comrade who was killed by the American trap properly, this is a brave and heroic martyr." ”

The civilian soldier behind him who had just been transferred to his side was already trembling and speechless, only the cold sweat that appeared on his face and forehead showed the agitation in his heart. The expressionless elite of the Soviet soldiers around him immediately came to the corpse, dragged the two feet and walked directly towards the still burning forest, and at the same time threw the corpse into it without hesitation, as if discarding a dead pig.

Plunyakov just turned his head to look at the corpse that was discarded, and then glanced at the newcomer who was still trembling with his hands and trembling and didn't know how to work, and couldn't help but sigh slowly, looking at the still burning forest, but his hands were subconsciously clenched, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I will catch you rats one by one!" (To be continued.) )