The crazy legion "The NATO army advanced to the Dnieper Heights."

"The particle beam emission base was severely damaged, and the metal hydrogen material has been exhausted, and it will take at least half a month to repair it."

"NATO envoy visited Beijing secretly, and the two sides held top-secret talks."

"The Outer Mongolia Front Army broke through for the second time and was repelled by the Chinese army. The entire army was compressed in a narrow area from Jixian to Xuanhua. There was not much food and ammunition left. I couldn't advance or retreat."

Looking at the four reports in his hand, Borosilov was silent for a long time, and his hands and feet were chilling. The degree of deterioration of the war situation was beyond his imagination, and the degree of disintegration of the allies was beyond his imagination. The NATO army took only 48 hours to fully control the Three Baltic Kingdoms and Belarus, sweeping over half of Ukraine. The resistance they encountered was extremely weak, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were armed demonstrations. The Soviet army did not have no resistance, but just welcomed the king's call in this area.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of resistance, the gunshots of resistance were too weak, completely submerged in cheers. The franchised republics were independent one after another, and these independent statements were attacked by waves of anti-ship missiles towards the scarred giant ship of the Soviet Union, and the giant ship was finally about to disintegrate. Even inside the Kremlin, many people were secretly contacting NATO, trying to cut a piece of meat from the Soviet Union's remaining body and handing it over to NATO as a confession? Over the past period of time, he has received many reports on this.

It is normal for traitors to appear. Every country will have some bastards who like to use their motherland to attack and dye their official robes red with the blood of their compatriots. The Soviet Union is no exception. But seeing a high-ranking general and officials flirting with NATO intelligence personnel, he feels cold all over and cold! Hundreds of millions of Soviet people have used their hard-earned money to support the army and the government for decades, and have raised such a group of shameless people who are incapable of making money and serving the country, usually procrastinating and chasing, and kicking the responsibility as a ball. When the crisis comes, the most tragic thing is that even though they know that those bastards are selling their country, he can't touch them, because they hold heavy troops or great power in their hands. If they move them, they will immediately cause chaos, which will eventually lead to a global collapse!

"Does the Strategic Rocket Force still refuse to obey orders?"

Under the dim light, the general's face was almost transparent, his voice was hoarse and a hint of trembling.

Ogarkov said sadly: "They refused to execute the order." For some reason, the old marshal felt relieved.

Borosilov's order to the Strategic Rocket Force was to replace all SS-23 and Scud with neutron bullet warheads and nuclear-detonated electromagnetic pulse bomb warheads, smashing them towards the NATO army, using these tactical nuclear weapons to destroy the logistics and communication systems of the NATO army. This is their only chance to win at present. As for the Stone Sword System, Borosilov was never determined whether to use it to attack China or NATO. The hesitation on the use of the Stone Sword System is a microcosm of the Soviet Union's embarrassment of the Soviet Union's embarrassment. With a country on the verge of collapse, challenging the two most powerful and dynamic countries and military organizations in the world, the situation is desperate. Besides, the terrible strategic laser of China is really unreliable. No one knows whether the Stone Sword System can withstand the test of strategic lasers, and he dare not take this risk.

Borosilov frowned and wanted to get angry, but found that he had no strength to get angry. He clenched his fists weakly and said hoarsely: "Why don't the Strategic Rockets Force understand? This is the only way for us to save the defeat!"

Ogarkov said: "They are afraid of nuclear retaliation from NATO... Forget it, hold on. Maybe things are not bad enough to have to use tactical nuclear weapons!"

Ulanova walked in and sent the latest information. Needless to say, there was still a bunch of bad news. In this surging intelligence tide, there was no hope at all. Of course, this was not the worst. The worst thing was that they could never receive any reports again. This meant that their intelligence and communication system were completely destroyed. I believe that no commander would want to taste this taste. Borosilov forced himself to cheer up and wanted to see it. Ulanova reached out and pressed it down, and said softly: "Don't look, you haven't closed your eyes for three days and three nights. Go and have a rest first. Look, your eyes are covered with blood."

Borosilov said irritably: "Where can I sleep now!"

Ulanova said: "Then you have to sleep for a while, even half an hour. If you continue like this, you are afraid that the country will collapse before it collapses."

Borosilov shouted angrily: "Sonia!" Apparently, the last words of the Lieutenant Chief Nurse irritated him.

Ogarkov didn't want the couple to quarrel in the Kremlin, so he quickly said, "Madam is right, Ivan, go and rest for a while. I'm here to hold on. No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be much worse."

As the number one general of the Soviet Union, Marshal Ogalkov's words were quite substantial. Borosilov could usually hear them. Besides, he was too tired and his mind was even more messy. He had no idea at all. It was a waste of time to continue to hold on. He had to say, "Thank you for your hard work, Marshal." He stood up slowly with the table, hummed heavily at Ulanova, and walked out. Ulanova apologized and smiled at Ogalkov and followed him out.

Marshal Ogalkov looked through the terrible information and was silent for a long time. The Soviet Union was now falling into the abyss. If anyone wanted to hold this chariot, he would inevitably be dragged down by it and smashed it to pieces. The turbulent situation and the decayed war made people unable to see any hope. But as the last watcher of this red empire, he had to force himself to do it, and do it even though he knew it was impossible, and to fight the last bit of strength to block the attacks from all directions. After a while of silence, he issued an order in a low voice: "Order: The 47th Army Group must guard the Dnieper River defense line, and must not take a step back. Those who give up their positions without orders will be shot on the spot!"

"Order: Fifty Su-27s and 150 MiG-29m transferred from the Far East were repaired and maintained at various air bases in Moscow, and then flew to Kharkov to prepare for the Battle of the Dnieper."

"Command..." He hesitated for a moment, "order the MiG-105 fighter to remove the anti-laser armor system and paint and prepare to attack!"

Borosilov returned to the villa with a stinky face and sat on the sofa and sulked. Ulanova walked over with a smile and gently kneaded his shoulder with his hands. Borosilov snorted, closing his eyes and ignored him. Ulanova smiled and said, "Look at you, you are all in your forties, why are you still like a child who ignores others if you ignore them?"

Borosilov still ignored her.

Ulanova used force on her hands, pinching her joints gently: "I'm going to cry if I ignore others, I'm going to cry!"

Borosilov was amused and laughed and cried, holding one of her soft hand, and said, "I am not angry with you, I am angry with myself... I tried my best to pull the Soviet Union out of the trough, but it pushed it into the abyss. I will become the eternal sinner of the Soviet Union, and even be sent to the Shanghai Teeth Court by the winner, and spend the rest of my life in prison under the hat of a war madman... I thought I could save this country, but unfortunately, I overestimated my ability. I lost, really lost." He opened his eyes, hugged Ulanova in his arms, gently brushed a strand of golden hair on her forehead, and said heavily: "Sonya, let's get divorced."

Ulanova jumped up in surprise: "Are you crazy? Why should you divorce? We have been married less than three months!"

Borosilov held her and let her sit beside her and said, "I'm serious. Sonya, the Soviet Union has finished. Our last strategic strike force is slightly restrained by China's strategic laser weapons and cannot be used at all. After losing the particle beam launcher, the strategic laser of the Chinese army can unscrupulously attack our military satellites, and within a few hours, the informatization level of the Red Army will be brought back to the 1960s. The Strategic Rocket Force refused to obey orders and fired tactical nuclear bombs at the NATO army. The Dnieper River defense line will definitely not be able to defend.

·······Sonya, we have lost this war, and if we lose, we have to pay the price. I, the initiator of the war, will definitely become a prisoner, and you, my wife, will not let you go. I don’t want you to be hurt, so let’s divorce. Let’s break all relations while it’s still time to let the KGB try to send you to a country in South America for protection. I still have some money, not much, but it’s enough for you to do some small business in South America, or open a private clinic, and live your life carefree...

Ulanova covered her husband's mouth with her hands, tears burst out in her eyes, and said tremblingly: "Dear, stop talking, my heart is about to break... Things are not so bad yet. Even if it is really irreversible, I will not leave you. You are my sun. If you lose you, my future will be left with only darkness and mud. What's the point of living?"

Borosilov hugged his wife tightly, his lips trembling violently, which was the only little light and warmth he could touch in the darkness. However, in order to protect her, he had to cut off all relations with her as soon as possible and send her to a small country that must be found on the map with a magnifying glass... Thinking of this, his heart was about to break. Ulanova forced herself to smile, stood up and opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine, poured it with two wine glasses, and said, "You have been busy for a while and haven't even had a glass of wine with me. Now you can finally take a rest, just have a drink with me."

Borosilov took the wine, touched the wine glass with Ulanova, and drank it all in one go. Ulanova poured him another glass and said, "Drink slowly, we don't have many opportunities to drink together."

Borosilov's voice was hoarse: "I will be free soon. By then I will have a lot of time, so I don't know how to deal with it." He suddenly felt that Ulanova's face began to blur, and his head was dizzy. He shook his head in confusion, trying to see it clearly, but Ulanova's shadow became even more blurred. The power of all his strength slowly disappeared. He couldn't even hold the wine glass, and the wine spilled out from it. Ulanova took the wine glass from his hand and said, "Ivan, you are too tired, have a good sleep."

Borosilov struggled and said, "You-you medicine in the wine!"

Ulanova said: "Yes, I have given medicine, a medicine that can give you a good sleep... I guess you have forgotten when you have had a stable sleep."

Borosilov stammered his lips, trying to say something, but he couldn't even hear what he was saying. The long-lost sleepiness surrounded him. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes. Ulanova pushed him gently, but he had no response, his chest was rhythmic, and there was a hint of doubt and confusion on his haggard face, but no anger or panic. Ulanova brought him a blanket to cover him, kissed him gently, and said softly: "Go a good sleep. When you wake up, you will find that all your worries are gone." He got up and tidy up his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

The guard outside the door had already changed into a strange face. Ulanova said: "Cut off the phone line. Without my order, no one will be allowed to contact him!"

The guards nodded indifferently, with cold eyes, excellent equipment, and absolute loyalty. This is not an ordinary guard, but an elite of the Alpha Special Forces!

Ulanova closed the door and walked out. It was light raining, and she didn't hold an umbrella. When she walked into the rain, the cold rain sprinkled on her body, bringing a bone-broken chill. The weak woman clenched her fists and looked up at the hazy sky. If the situation of the Soviet Union was not improved, it would not take long before the sky over Moscow would be ruthlessly torn apart by the iron wings of NATO bombers, and the beautiful city would turn into ruins in the light and fire that exploded like thunderstorms. The nightmare of World War II will be repeated in Moscow again. The saddest thing is that the current Soviets no longer have the high fighting spirit of the Soviet Patriotic War.

With united with everyone, the process of destruction was irreversible. When she decided to put medicine into the wine and pour the wine into Borosilov's glass, she placed herself under the giant ship of history. She either changed the direction of the giant ship or was crushed by it, and there was no third way to go. She wiped off the water droplets on her face and whispered: "I don't understand politics, I don't know military, but... As long as I have a breath, no one will be allowed to hurt my husband, destroy my motherland, and enslave my compatriots!" The halberd pointed at the sky, "You can't do it either!!!"
Chapter completed!