Sun Liren stood on the command tower of a Northwest Tiger tank, looking around at the endless torrent of steel. He felt satisfied. At this time, he had five armored divisions with more than a thousand "Northwestern Tigers" in his hands.
"Tanks and a huge mechanical cluster including more than 1,000 infantry fighting vehicles and more than 2,000 armored personnel carriers. There are also hundreds of fighter planes in the sky that can support you at any time to provide fire support for your side. There are millions of troops behind you.
As a backup, let me ask who can stop you.
He raised his hand and looked at his watch. The pointer pointed to eight o'clock in the morning. Sun Liren picked up the communicator and loudly ordered: "All units set off."
With an order, the 101st Armored Division, which was in the vanguard, rushed forward.
This is Gulangumu in Mongolia, and it is also a place where Mongolia is close to the Soviet-Russian border. The Second Army Group led by Sun Liren will set out from here to capture Bisk, and then follow the railway to Novokuznetsk, Kras
Noyarsk marches until they are captured. As long as they are captured, the Southeastern Front Army led by Vasilevsky will be surrounded by China's five million army and unable to fly.
After 100,000 Soviet troops, it can be said that the entire east side of Soviet Russia will completely fall into the hands of China.
The temptation of annihilating the 1.5 million Soviet troops on the Southeast Front made all the generals act like a fully wound alarm clock. This was especially true for Sun Liren, a general with a resolute and brave personality.
At this time, after the war started, the offensive route of the five million Chinese army had been clearly displayed in front of the Soviet army. The First Army Group led by Liu Yecheng attacked from the front along Kyaktu towards Irkutsk, and descended
As Wujinsk advanced, Sun Liren's Second Army Group attacked Krasnoyarsk from the left wing, trying to block the Soviet army's retreat, while the Third Army Group led by Hu Lian wanted to advance northeastward, toward Oryo
Move forward from Minsk and Yakutsk until you reach Uelen. After arriving at Uelen, you can see the Las Vegas of the United States when looking at the Bering Strait. As long as the above places are captured, one-third of Soviet Russia's
It can be said that the territory of China has been embraced by China, and the first phase of the tasks set by Su Tong and the Ministry of National Defense can also be declared completed.
Ismovich was lying behind a big rock lazily basking in the sun. Maybe the political commissar had a leaflet over there in his arms and was studying it. Huh, I've also seen the leaflet over there.
If people like us surrender after surrender and still want to be soldiers, the monthly military salary will be ten gold yuan coupons, and as long as you work for one year, you can buy a car of your own."
"No one knows this kind of thing." Alia shook her head, "The political commissar said that the people on the Tsar's side are cruel, evil and reactionary. They are all a group of murderous demons."
"But this time the Chinese are here. Are they as cruel as the people on the Tsar's side?" Ismovich shook his head in confusion.
"Okay, let's not bother with this." Aliya stood up and patted her butt, "Let's wait until we can survive to discuss this issue. Now you hurry up and lead your soldiers to dig trenches."
The two of them slowly walked towards the position not far away, where countless Soviet soldiers were digging trenches under sweat. The place where they were staying now was called Bisk.
Just as the Soviet army was working hard to build a defense line on the plain, a group of dark shadows came from the clouds with a low roar. The low roar made many soldiers on the ground who had never heard such a strange sound couldn't help but
Look up to the sky.
"The bad thing is the air raid"
"Hurry up and get into the trenches and hide in the artillery holes." The experienced Ismovich jumped into a nearby trench that had just been dug half-way. Then he had no time to raise his head to observe the enemy planes, and he only felt a tremor on the ground.
Trembling, then a burst of thunderous noises continued from around him. Ismovich, who was busy taking a break, looked up and saw that most of the trenches in front of him had been destroyed by the explosion. His heart tightened. As if he thought of something, he immediately got out of the trenches.
He crawled out on all fours and ran towards the flat ground in front. Suddenly there was a loud noise and a burst of mud and shock waves rushed towards him. Ismovich felt that his vision went dark and he lost his intuition.
I don't know how long it took, but accompanied by waves of alcohol, iodine and a rotten smell, Ismovich slowly woke up, feeling dizzy, and he weakly opened his eyes.
His vision was blurred for a while, and after a while, his vision gradually became clear. What appeared in front of him seemed to be the top of the tent. Intermittent groans and cries of pain continued to come from the side, which made Moore realize that he was
Probably in a field hospital.
Struggling to raise his head, he found that this easy movement on weekdays had become so difficult at this time. Only then did he feel a burning pain in his back. He had become a veteran in the war and experienced Yi Zi.
Smovich knew that his back must have been injured by the bomb's shock wave, and there might even be burns.
Feeling a little irritable, he turned around with difficulty, trying to change his position and lie down on the bed. Unexpectedly, the wound on his back was affected, and the severe pain almost made him faint.
"Oh my god, how could you move?" An exclamation came from the side. Two figures in white coats walked quickly from the side and quickly supported him. A stiff voice said with a reproachful tone:
"What's the matter with you? Don't you know that you can't move your injury? It will be troublesome if the wound on your back is opened again."
Ismovich, who hadn't had time to observe the visitor's appearance, couldn't help being startled when he heard the visitor's harsh accent, and blurted out: "You are not Russian."
"Of course I'm not Russian," the slightly smiling accent rang in his ears again." Ismovich turned his head to the side with difficulty and then saw that the person holding him had an Asian face.
.
"You are Chinese"
"Yes"
"So I'm already in your prisoner of war camp now." The pained look in Ismovich's eyes flashed away, "Why do you waste medicines to rescue me? Isn't it easier to hand me over to the white bandits?"
"
"Hey, boy, who do you think is the white bandit, you damn guy?" A voice rang in Ismovich's ear.