The vice president was assassinated!

The nightmare shocked Belan's military and political circles like thunder. For a moment, people were panicked. Coupled with the sudden power outage, the entire capital was in chaos, and there was no leader. Everyone had a feeling of a disaster, and no one knew what was going on, but everyone clearly felt that the sky was about to collapse!

The Air Force Hospital has its own generator. With the dull roar of the diesel engine, the hospital barely restored power supply, but the power was insufficient and the light was dim, so it could not be seen clearly by those who were facing each other. What was dim than this light was the expression of a group of military and political experts. No one expected that when they had become the dawn of victory, the enemy would give them this a try. Just a light blow, the results of the bloody battle of the Belan National Defense Forces turned into a bubble! No one could stand such setbacks and such contrasts!

"Is the Vice President... really helpless?"

Admiral Mezzo's voice was hoarse, as if an invisible force had drained all his energy.

The attending physician shook his head bitterly and whispered: "Although the guard rushed over in time to block the vice president with his body, the bullets shot by the enemy were too domineering. After shooting through the guard, he still hit the vice president's left chest, brushed through the edge of the heart, shattering the heart. Such injuries are useless.........."

Admiral Mezzo closed his eyes and murmured, "Is it God punishing the Berans? We have not suffered enough?"

The attending physician said: "General, the vice president is still barely awake. He has no time left... Go in and see him, maybe he has something to say."

Admiral Mezzo nodded mumly and walked into the emergency room. The others were about to follow in, but were stopped by the attending physician.

Vice President Lumbi's face was bloodless, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding. He was so severe that his blood should have dried up, but he still stood up with amazing perseverance. He heard the footsteps, and opened his eyes. Seeing that the general came in, he showed a complicated expression. He blinked his eyes and signaled the general to come over. The general walked over and asked in a soft voice: "Is the wound still hurting?"

Vice President Lumbi's throat roared and barely squeezed out a few syllables: "How is it outside?"

General Mezzo smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay, just a group of mercenaries who work hard for money are ordered to sneak into the capital to perform assassination missions. They have become completely wiped out by our army. As for the power outage, it is caused by improper operation and short circuit. The power supply will be restored in a while..."

Vice President Lumbi's voice is weak: "Don't lie to me..."

Admiral Mezzo smiled: "It's really nothing. Just sleep with confidence. When you wake up, you will find that everything is fine.

Get up. Really, go to bed and have a good rest!"

Vice President Lumbi coughed a mouthful of blood and said, "It was the double-headed eagle!"

General Mezzo was speechless.

Vice President Lumbi took a breath with difficulty and said, "The Soviets, Chinese, and double-headed eagles all regard us Belan as a piece of fat. Everyone wants to bite a big bite... Cough cough... They all want to take Belan's treasure for themselves! What's ridiculous is that I naively think that if you turn to the Soviets, you can make the two-headed eagles thrown into a rat and don't dare to have any bad ideas about Belan anymore... Cough cough! Cough! Facts prove that I was wrong!"

Seeing that the Vice President was spasming in pain, General Mezzo couldn't bear it and helped him wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "You did not make any mistake. The mistake is that we are too weak and can only become a chess piece for a big country to play!"

Vice President Lumbi said: "No, this is my fault. I squeezed away my true good friends out of my selfish desires. I should have thought that the double-headed eagle is a country that puts interests first, and China found that the energy in the small city of Ashanti was too tempting. Sooner or later they would attack us, and I was not prepared for it! If the willow was still there, the double-headed eagle would not dare to be so presumptuous!"

Admiral Mezzo said: "This is everyone's fault, and we all have mistakes in this matter."

After saying so much in one breath, Lumby was extremely struggling to cough out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to say, "If you are wrong, you will have to pay the price..." My good friend, I can't do it anymore. This mess of Belan has fallen on your shoulders. For God's share, please save Belan!"

General Mezzo held the vice president's hand and said, "I will do my best... If Belan really wants to perish, I will be the last fallen warrior!"

Vice President Lumbi's tone was brisk: "Western················"

Admiral Mezzo said: "I will definitely save the West, which is the hope for our future. Even if we fight all our youth, we must protect this energy base!"

Vice President Lumbi nodded and said, "Major General Liu...come back..."

General Mezzo said: "I understand everything. I will definitely invite Major General Liu to come back. Only he can defeat the Double-Headed Eagles!"

Lumba breathed a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes, his lips moved, and murmured: "It's so tired..." Goodbye, my old friend, don't come to me too early...

The city's air defense alarm sounded, and it seemed extremely shrill in the boundless darkness, making people feel trembling when they heard it. The shadowless light in the ward dimmed, and it took several seconds to struggle to restore some light. Then, the current was cut off, and the darkness swept over and swallowed the entire hospital.

The general held the vice president's hand, holding it tightly. In the darkness, he clearly felt that the vice president's hand was getting colder and his body temperature was losing little by little...

Belan's vice president, went.

At the same time, Major General Borosilov was sent to a transport plane with complete medical equipment after first aid. The transport plane took off with the last little light and left the city destined to become purgatory. Major General Borosilov was lucky. After lying in the hospital for half a year, he recovered his health. His record made the entire Soviet Union intoxicated. He became a hero of the Soviet Union, promoted to lieutenant general two years later, and then promoted to general six years later. The halo of the NATO conqueror will accompany him for the rest of his life. As for the consequences of his strategic mistakes, the Belans suffered completely. Seungu lost his horse, how could he know the fortune and fortune. The double-headed Eagle shot was not so much that it cleared a powerful opponent, but rather that it fulfilled Major General Borosilov's reputation for being unbeaten. After all, the double-headed Eagle did not defeat him, right?

The residents of the capital were used to the war gradually fading away from their own, and they rushed towards the air defense fortifications with their families with their own confusion. They didn't understand. Didn't they say that the NATO coalition was about to be driven out of the sea? Didn't they say that they were about to win? Why did they change in the blink of an eye? There was no time for them to think too much. The cruise missile had already cut through the night sky, and the tail flames of fire dragons passed over the city, bringing Belgrade's incomparable fear and wail of death. The missile fell down.

,Military factories, important military command centers, party and government organs, parliament building, presidential palace, warehouses, bridges, communication hubs, military camps... Looking down from space, you can clearly see that at this time, huge fires were rising from Belan, and lightning was flashing on the ground, and important targets were destroyed in the crack of Tianjun thunder, and buildings of important political significance collapsed suddenly. Flames mixed with thick smoke rushed into the sky, and countless civilians were swallowed by the torrent of death formed by the convergence of the fire of steel, completely disappearing!

In the dazzling flames of the cruise missile explosion, the huge group of aircraft that rushed from the east coast revealed its sharpest fangs. It was the most advanced and expensive group of aircraft on this planet. F-14, f-15, f-16, extremely fierce. Raptors in the air were roaring with the most advanced missiles. Fires were rising and falling under the wings, and explosions were like rolling thunder. Radar stations and air defense positions were covered by fire, and officers and soldiers flew with flesh and blood. The Soviet Air Force

Fighting forward, there were far more fighter jets than double-headed eagles. Groups of fighter jets chased each other in the night sky and bit each other. The air-fighting missiles were like meteors of rain. From time to time, a ball of fire exploded, and the night sky was brightened. The Soviet army's fighter jets were far more than double-headed eagles, but the quality was really not satisfactory. The advantage of quantity did not bring them much benefits. What's worse was that the only sky sentry electronic early warning aircraft had turned into a pile of aluminum scattered in the first round of cruise missile attacks.

Without the support of early warning aircraft, the Soviet army group that was almost a generation behind the enemy army faced the swarming Tomcats, attacking eagles and fighting falcons. The fate was foreseeable. In the roar of the "rattlesnake" and "sparrow", the huge number of MiG fighters burned, rolled, and fell to the ground with a sense of grief and anger that he was willing to kill the enemy but was unable to turn the sky. Faced with the opponents who were far ahead of their technology, the Soviet army, which had always been of no weight, finally tasted the most bitter defeat. That night, a total of forty-one fighters of the Soviet army were shot down, and the double-headed eagle only lost one Tomcat and two Attack Eagles, one of which was shot down by fragments splashed when the enemy plane exploded. The African Command was filled with cheers from the air force and naval aviation: "The shot down enemy planes danced like burning leaves!"

"We shot down at least forty enemy planes, and the sky of Belan will always belong to the fierce and fierce double-headed eagle!"

The destruction of Harding Air Force Base is fatal to the Volunteer Aviation Brigade. In addition, the commanders disagree a while ago, and the Volunteer Aviation Brigade has also been at a point of parting ways. The Yanlong Legion took away twelve J-12c serrated sand heavy fighters and two J-8 electric fighters during the transfer of the West. The Pakistan Railway Air Force followed the boss and took away seventeen J-11. The Volunteer Aviation Brigade's strength is no longer as strong as before. In addition, a large number of Su-27 fighters were destroyed on the ground, and its strength is even weaker than it can be. The Double-Headed Eagle has not yet used all its strength.

The MiG defense line above Lanzhou Capital collapsed completely. Fighters that had not been shot down fled in all directions and dared not respond to the battle again. Under the crowd of advanced fighter jets, the b-52 came in a storm, the bomb bay opened, and the air bomb with huge lethality poured down like a bamboo tube and beans poured down. The earth shook in the explosion, and the fires blended with each other to form an endless sea of ​​fire, and were wrapped in explosion waves, sweeping everything like a tsunami. Rows of houses, streets, and fleeing people were instantly completely obliterated and no longer existed.
Chapter completed!