Crazy Legion "General, the NATO coalition forces detoured against Poltava, and the Dnieper River defense line collapsed almost instantly!"

Liu Weiping was having dinner with Han Yajie, and a staff officer hurried in to bring the latest battle report on the Soviet battlefield. This surprised Liu Weiping: "Great detour? When did the NATO coalition become so kind that it dared to implement such highly dangerous strategic maneuvers? Haven't they always been accustomed to flattening forward one kilometer and one kilometer, relying on the absolute advantage of aerial strike force to crush their opponents like bulldozers?"

The staff officer said: "We don't know this yet. However, the NATO coalition did a good job this time, and it destroyed the attack and departure position of the Kharkov front that was being assembled and reorganized. Now the Soviet army has maintained the front line on both sides of the Dnieper River, and is ready to implement a strategic counterattack. It is difficult for even protecting Kharkov and Sume. The war is about to burn to Russia!"

Han Yajie suddenly shook her head: "I'm afraid it's not as optimistic as you think."

Liu Weiping asked: "What do you say?"

Han Yajie said: "Don't forget, I just returned from the Soviet Union. Although I have been under house arrest, I still see a lot of things, such as the morale and quality of the Soviet army, as well as their huge strategic reserves. Yes, they lost more than 1.5 million troops in the Far East, but they have extremely strong mobilization capabilities. With just one order, they can mobilize another 1.5 million troops immediately..."

Liu Weiping sighed: "This is also the reason why I signed an armistice agreement with the Soviet Union."

Han Yajie tapped the table with her fingers and continued, "Also, don't underestimate the Soviet commander! Tumenliesov, Rosofsky, Rokosovsky, Tokarev, Kulik... are all very terrible opponents, especially Ogalkov...." She pondered, trying to organize the image of the old man who could accurately describe the cold and wise, who was as clear as the fire of everything. "How to describe it? Like you, he is as clear as the progress of modern military technology and the context of future wars. He is like the best chess player. If he doesn't move, he will press forward and block every step of the way, and will never leave any room for his opponent to fight back. Although he has not made any moves until now, I think he has prepared a grave for the NATO coalition."

"Pressing step by step, banning every facet..." The staff officer repeated these eight words, recalling the horrific scene when the Soviet army swept through the Northeast and Mongolia like a tsunami two months ago, and involuntarily fought a cold war, "This is indeed Ogarkov's style."

Liu Weiping pondered for a moment and said, "Give me the information shared by the Soviet side."

The staff officer handed over a telegram to Liu Weiping and retreated.

Liu Weiping finished reading the telegrams of thousands of words word by word. The entire process of the Dnieper River Battle was clearly revealed in front of his eyes. He showed a hint of mocking smile, "First use bombers and ballistic missiles to destroy all the fortress artillery and ballistic missile silos in the Dnieper River Fortress, and then implement strategic detours. It was a good job. With a small casualty, the goal of a full-line breakthrough was achieved... However, General Hanna, you probably never dreamed that the Soviet army fought against you in the Dnieper River regardless of casualties. I hope you slow down and dare not implement frog jumps and big detours before clearing the fortress artillery on the Dnieper River defense line? Your deployment was not wrong. The only mistake was that you found the wrong opponent!"

at the same time----

In the Kremlin, Ulanova, who was exhausted, handed the documents to Gorbachev. Gorbachev looked at the not-so-thick documents and was silent for a long time. Just a dozen pages of paper were like a mountain that pressed on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

These documents require his own signature. If this is done, it means that the Soviet Union will lose more than three million square kilometers of land forever. This responsibility is really heavier than the Caucasus Mountains.

Ogalkov lowered his head, bit his lips in pain, and did not speak. Unspeakable emotions were tormenting him. Ulanova suddenly realized that the old marshal had grown a lot and lost a lot. I guess he had been tortured by extreme pain these days.

The Kremlin is filled with a sad atmosphere, which makes people feel breathless.

At this time, Ashirpov rushed in with a pale face, bringing bad news: the Dnieper River defense line collapsed almost entirely under the NATO coalition's roundabout offensive, and Poltava was lost!

Gorbachev felt as if he was stabbed by a red-hot steel needle, his whole body trembled hard, he slowly raised his head, looked at Ulanova, and said in a stern voice: "We have no choice, right?"

Ulanova felt guilty: "I'm sorry, General Secretary, I failed to keep that territory in Lake Baikal!"

Gorbachev raised his hand and signaled her not to say anything, saying, "You have done well, better than I expected. At least you have saved half of Lake Baikal, and extinguished the possibility that China might use Chechen prisoners of war to write articles. In the bud, no one can do better than you, and I have nothing to complain about." He opened the document and looked at the autograph of the leader of the Chinese country, and felt his chest was blocked, and he smiled bitterly: "When signing, he must be full of energy, right? He took back a piece of land that was larger than Western and Central Europe combined. In the next hundred years, China would not have to worry about resources..." He shook his head and muttered: "This word is really well written." He picked up the pen and signed his name one by one.

The Chinese envoy who came with Ulanova to exchange documents was relieved. This means that the land that had been away from for more than two centuries was about to return to the territory of the Republic. The shame of Yuanhui, which had been pressed over the hearts of the descendants of Yan and Huang for more than a hundred years, was finally washed away! How honored they were to witness this great moment with their own eyes!

After signing the last document and handing them over to the Chinese special envoy, Gorbachev's eyes dimly said: "The Soviet Union will fulfill all obligations in the agreement, and we also hope that China can keep its word!"

The envoy said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Please rest assured by the General Secretary, our country has always kept its word. In a minute, our strategic laser weapons will aim at NATO and cancel the strategic suppression of the Soviet space-based weapons. You will be able to use these weapons to carry out a devastating blow to NATO and make them blood flow into a river!"

"Let them flow into a river of blood..." Gorbachev repeated, "This is probably the real purpose of your willingness to truce with relatively preferential conditions?"

The envoy did not admit it or deny it, saying word by word: "No one can do nothing after plotting against the Republic without paying the price. There was no in the past, no now, and there will be no in the future!!"

Gorbachev asked the envoy to go out, stood up and paced back and forth in the office, walking faster and faster, as if he wanted to use this action to relieve the boredom in his chest. After a while, he stopped and said to Ogalkov: "Marson, now everything is your request! We must win. We paid such a great price to exchange for peace in the Far East. If we lose to NATO, let alone the Soviet Union cannot protect it, even Russia will be torn to pieces by those beasts!"

Ogalkov raised his head and said, "I do my best... I dare not say that I can definitely save the Soviet Union, but at least I can save Russia..." He seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of confusion appeared in his wise eyes, "General Secretary, what should the Soviet Union do in the future?"

Gorbachev froze in the spot as if he was caught in a petrified curse, his hands and feet were cold, and after a while, he said, "Let's get through this level first."

Ogalkov said: "But no matter whether this war is a victory or a defeat, we will eventually face this problem. After this war, the Soviet Union will never go back to its past. The foundation of the Red Alliance has been disintegrated. What should we do in the future? Continue to force the republics to hold together and maintain superficial unity?"

Gorbachev's expression was unprecedentedly bitter and helpless: "Even if we want to pinch them together, they may not be happy... Forget it, you should go, don't keep it, let them go. If they want to be independent, we will give them independence, and we can't keep it even if we keep it!"

Ogarkov's voice was hoarse: "I understand." He picked up his military cap and put it on, walked out. Ulanova said a few words to Gorbachev and followed him out in a hurry. She saw the old marshal standing outside, looking at the red flag flying at the highest point of the Kremlin spire-shaped building. She didn't know what to say, and wanted to comfort her, but couldn't say it.

Ogarkov pointed to the red flag and said to Ulanova: "Look at it well, I will never see it again."

Ulanova said: "Old Marshal, don't be too sentimental. The General Secretary is right. The Soviet Union's road is really gone. This is a fact that no one can change. Although it is cruel, we have to accept it."

Ogarkov said tremblingly: "Child, do you know? I have been proud of being born in a great country all my life. My comrades and I are willing to fight for this country, sacrifice and dedicate our lives, just so that this flag can fly over the Kremlin forever! But I never dreamed that it would fall so soon, and I didn't expect that I would hold a funeral for it in my later years, and God was so cruel to me, the old man!"

Ulanova said: "Where is a country that is always powerful in this world? There is no thousand-year empire, only a thousand-year nation. As long as our nation does not collapse, one day, we will reappear the glory of the Soviet Union and make the whole world tremble! Marshal, cheer up a little. Now our country and our nation have reached the critical moment of life and death. We need you to use your strong will and unparalleled wisdom to lead us to defeat the enemy and overcome difficulties!"

Ogarkov took a deep breath, and the tears on his face had been dried by the evening breeze. He said, "Don't worry, I don't collapse so easily... Before holding a funeral for the Soviet Union, I will hold an unprecedented grand funeral for NATO, and even the cemetery has been chosen for them... Sonya, I heard that you plan to leave Moscow with Ivan after the war and go to Ural to live in seclusion, right?"

Ulanova nodded: "Yes. Only there can no one find us, and we can live a peaceful life."

Ogarkov said: "Precause me. When people get old, they will always be afraid of loneliness. With you as their company, I will not be lonely. When you have children, I can still help you take care of them."

Ulanova felt her nose sore and helped Ogalkov walk towards the General Staff.

The sky was illuminated by the fire of bomb explosions, and the war was getting closer and closer to Moscow.

Ryazan Prefecture, Soviet particle beam emission base.

Two more YTFs landed at the airport dozens of kilometers away, and the helicopters directly transported containers filled with strategic materials that the Soviet Union urgently needed. Soviet experts directed the soldiers to open the container, take out the things inside, and send them to the newly repaired base energy supply center.

A large piece of cake-shaped ice blue crystal was sent into a huge flywheel battery, gradually filling the battery. Finally, the battery was sealed, the superconducting line was connected, and the central computer system was connected, and the task was completed. The chief engineer's forehead was full of sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly. The Soviet Union's life and death were all under his heavy burden, and the pressure was heavier than the sum of the mass of Russia, which made him breathless. He took the towel handed over by his assistant and wiped off the sweat on his forehead, carefully checked each subsystem again, and after confirming that everything was normal, he ordered hoarsely: "Start!"

The deputy engineer pressed the red button with his trembling fingers. The powerful current was injected into the flywheel battery at the speed of light. The battery made a buzzing and the matter inside changed subtlely. The engineers were so nervous that they could hardly breathe, staring at the indicator lights like a devil. This step was actually quite dangerous. Once the flywheel battery exploded, they would not be spared, but no one was willing to evacuate. If this time fails, the Soviet Union would be over. What would they do with this life?

Fortunately, no accident happened. The green indicator light that had been dim for two weeks was lit up one after another, and the particle beam emitter was resurrected! It buzzed inside, like a awakened giant beast, accumulating strength and preparing to launch a fatal attack on its prey!

Half an hour later, an extremely strong blue and white beam of light shot out angrily, entering space, then turned back from a height of 30,000 kilometers and shot into the atmosphere.

In Kharkov and Sumei, a large number of Su-27s and MiG-29s and MiG-31s ​​whizzed from more than a dozen undamaged airport runways, whizzing towards the arrows of the NATO Air Force attack.

At Tula Air Force Base, two Tu-95ks carried the heavy MiG-105 and took off, climbing to a height of 7,000 meters with some difficulty. Then, the MiG-105 engine ignited, and the spacecraft full of death shot towards the ionosphere.

At the Gagarin Space Center, the two long-range bombers with arrow-shaped layouts were again driven out of the underground bunker. The rocket engines ejected a dark orchid flame, and flew into the sky with mountains and thunder. Their climbing speed was extremely amazing. They soon reached a height of 10,000 meters, and the altitude continued to increase, 15,000 meters, 20,000 meters, 25,000 meters, and 30,000 meters... The final altitude was frozen at 40,000 meters. This flight altitude made NATO radar soldiers dumbfounded: Fuck, these two cargoes were launched from the rocket launch center, right? In the radar soldiers' horror gaze, the two bombers roared towards Western Europe at an astonishing speed of Mach 6.

In the Sea of ​​Azov, under the protection of an electronic cruiser, four modern-class destroyers, and eight missile frigates, a 300-meter-long giant ship slowly drove out of the port. It was the first nuclear-powered aircraft carrier built by the Soviet Union and the last. The Soviet Union defeated more than 300 interceptors to block the NATO air force from the Azov port and saved the giant ship. Now it has finally completed its combat preparations, carrying more than 30 MiG-29ks and more than 30 Su-27ks, and two Jacques-44 carrier-based early warning aircraft, roaring out of the port that had protected it for nearly two weeks.

In outer space, the Mir space station changed its orbit and flew towards the Americas. Two launch chambers of six or seven meters long were slowly poked out from the abdomen of this huge artificial celestial body. If there was air, you could hear the buzzing sound of high-voltage current flowing through the launch chamber. Two killer satellites urgently adjusted their orbits and collided towards it, but the blue and white beams flashed and banged twice. These two annoying little things were scattered into a spark by the extremely strong particle beam.

When NATO's carefully organized Iron Fist Operation was won in the first battle, the Soviet Union tried its best to swing its own Iron Fist.
Chapter completed!