"Beep~~~"

At 0450 hours, although the whole camp was busy until late at night last night, when the order from Moscow crossed thousands of miles and reached Captain Malashenko.

The veteran captain of the Airborne Forces, who had only been in Africa for three months, immediately ordered the attendant to blow the emergency assembly post.

Immediately, dozens of large tents throughout the camp immediately seemed to come to life, and a dozen Soviet officers and non-commissioned officers wearing camouflage pants and sea soul shirts were the first to rush out of their tents, and then these veteran instructors who had already put on their equipment began to urge the black soldiers whose movements were not as smooth as their hundredths.

"Comrades, hurry up, move faster, the combat mission has been issued, and we, as a rapid reaction force, must be the first to rush to the front line!"

Under the urging of the instructors, the camp, which had been a little flustered just now, immediately changed, and although the noise did not subside a little, the footsteps that rushed out of the tent were no longer chaotic, but began to become uniform.

Soon, the spacious area in front of the parking lot was quickly filled with hundreds of armed soldiers, and when the last heavily armed soldier merged into the crowd, the commotion quickly disappeared.

Then, a row of military trucks on both sides of the open space turned on their headlights, illuminating the position in front of the phalanx as if it were daylight.

"Stand up!"

"Take a break!"

Malashenko, dressed in his own combat attire, strode out of the darkness with his AK rifle on his right shoulder.

"I'm sorry!"

Captain Nikolai Malashenko, who walked into the light, said this, but the expression on his face was extremely serious.

"I know you've been very tired from a day's march yesterday, but right now, we can't rest!"

Malashenko lifted the order he had just received from his pocket and waved it in the air a few times.

"We were supposed to enter Luanda to the cheers of the people, but according to intelligence, the Portuguese have reached an agreement with the Americans that they will hand over all the control areas of Luanda and the center to the Northern Security Front, which is an insult to me, to you warriors who have fought for independence and freedom for many years, you have sacrificed so much, and now the results of the battle are to be usurped by those shameless lackeys, tell me, can you agree!"

"Nope!"

The phalanx replied in an incomparably loud voice.

"Well, then, we will continue to march without sleep until we take Luanda! Let's go!"

After the outbreak of the Carnation Revolution in Portugal, the Portuguese army voluntarily stopped all fighting throughout the Angolan region, and then a long period of negotiations began between the Provisional Government and the many armed forces in Angola.

But as we all know, what cannot be obtained by force, negotiations are also not obtained, although all forces want the Portuguese to withdraw from Angola, but there are different opinions on who will become the legitimate power after the war, and when the negotiations reached an impasse, the SPLM, supported by the Soviet Union, was the first to become active, they gave up the so-called hope of settling everything through negotiations, and decided instead to solve the problem in another way, after all, they have all negotiated, what hope is there to speak of. z.br>

The SPLM, which had already developed a qualified combat force in blood and fire, immediately began to mobilize all available forces to try to bring under control several nearby provinces, including the capital Luanda, before the Portuguese completely withdrew their troops, and the team led by Captain Malashenko was the closest to Luanda.

After receiving a double order from Moscow and the SPLM leadership, the captain immediately led his team and began a race against time.

Because the top brass in Moscow understands that the SPLM's troop movements cannot be concealed by the CIA, which has already shifted its attention to Angola, what they have to do is to create the established fact that before the Americans react, control more areas, and the best result is naturally to control the heart of Angola, that is, as the capital

Luanda, because of this, they can get the unity of the general righteousness to suppress the other armed forces.

Captain Malashenko, who had received the order, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and the motorized rifle battalion of the SPLM, which he was responsible for training and commanding, immediately abandoned all sundries and carried only weapons, ammunition, oil, and food supplies, and began to rush towards Luanda.

Under the command of Captain Malashenko, the SPLM infantry battalion defeated three battalions of the colonial authorities in less than three days, across the two provinces, and occupied nearly 13 cities, at the cost of less than double-digit casualties and nearly half of the battalion's vehicles.

And when the United States reacted and understood that the Soviet Union had begun to strike first, Captain Malashenko's forward troops were still 60 kilometers away from Luanda.

These 60 kilometers are still within easy reach for the SPLM troops, who have reached the end of their crossbows, because the Portuguese garrison that can stop them at this moment has run away at the speed of light, and the colonial army organized by the Portuguese government has also deserted everywhere because of lack of wages.

But because the personnel and fuel situation had reached an extremely dangerous situation, Captain Malashenko had to order his men to take a small rest, and only need to replenish the minimum amount of fuel, and his troops could rush into the city of Luanda in one go!

And during these four most critical hours, the CIA, which was a hindsight of the situation, began to use all means to stop the movement of the SPLM.

Because neither the colonial authorities nor the PLN had any troops to be worthwhile at the moment, Shepard, who was still in a meeting in the United States, was urgently summoned to meet Langley, and in the uproar of the arrival of three million commissions, he urgently took off from the base camp of the Shadow Company 141 transport plane to send Apple, Cream, and Charlie three combat detachments directly to the Portuguese air base outside Luanda.

And when the armed p-pits unloaded all the useful equipment in the engine room onto the runway, Captain Malashenko's troops also finished their final rest and began to make their way to the air base outside Luanda.

And both sides have also received the latest satellite reconnaissance information, and with the investment of the intelligence services at any cost, everyone understands that the future of the whole of Angola is at this moment!