At any ti, when the command headquarters is bombed and the commander is killed, it's not sothing you can easily explain in a few words, morale collapses, the command system breaks down.
You just don't know what to do next!
Once the command system becos chaotic, boy...
Who do you listen to?
When Ye Jihuan led Company A in a reverse charge down the hill, there were actually several thousand enemy soldiers at the foot of the mountain, so wanted to hold their ground, and so wanted to retreat. The front line "collapsed" in an instant!
Next to him, Zhang Ziqiang hoisted his rifle and howled a battle cry as he charged out.
His head was still spinning from the blast, and now he definitely had to regain control of the situation. Holding down the cover of the M249 machine gun, bracing the stock against his waist, he opened fire on the fleeing enemy soldiers.
"Son of a bitch, I fuck your grandma!!"
Even the classic curses ca out.
A volley of bullets killed seven or eight people on the spot.
The advantages of "motorized infantry" were evident at that mont. Two legs ran faster than a motorcycle, with abundant stamina, chasing and gunning down the enemy.
In an instant, the defensive line collapsed.
It was too easy...
"Division commander, we broke through, our troops are still pursuing in front," a staff officer hurried to the side of Vice Admiral Alexeyevich Brusilov.
"Order the troops to advance! After crossing Hill 797, proceed according to the plan and advance on three fronts, and report the victory to headquarters!"
He too was excited, then suddenly, as if he had thought of sothing, "Where is the 1st Brigade of the enemy?"
"Moving down to Guanajuato and nearby xico State."
"Where has Marine 2nd Division reached?"
"They have advanced from Michoacán State towards xico State, only more than 300 kiloters from xico City, including the two primary battalions of Marine 1st Division totaling 26,000 n who will engage the 2nd, 6th, and 7th enemy brigade and two motorized infantry battalions at the border areas," said Chief of Staff Major General Frederick von Paulus, combing his slicked back hair, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
He signaled the staff to bring the map over and spread it out on the table.
"After breaking through Hill 797, we will be able to flank the enemy's 1st Brigade and other forces from behind. If we coordinate with Marine 2nd Division, we can completely annihilate them!"
"This is all of Popovich's main forces!"
"Once we devour them, xico will be like a whore with her pants down..."
Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus, slightly agitated, fiercely pointed a pen onto the map, "Our task now is to brutally ravage her!"
"Therefore, I suggest submitting a proposal to headquarters to set the decisive battle location here."
He pointed to a place as he said this.
Vice Admiral Alexeyevich Brusilov looked at the spot.
"Akambaro!"
...
The news of Aldous Wendell's death wasn't spread by any intelligence agencies but was first revealed by the xican News Agency, briefly stated on a BBS.
"xican forces air strike, killing the pseudo-governnt leader Aldous Wendell!"
Just these few words nearly turned xico upside down.
xico City.
Inside the National Palace.
An office secretary ran towards Popovich's office in a panic, ignoring greetings from familiar people along the way and even bumping into others several tis.
"What's the matter? It's like soone's died," a colleague who got bumped muttered.
"Do you think it could be that sothing has happened to the front lines..." soone cautiously said halfway before chuckling and shaking their head, "I didn't say anything, hahaha, nothing at all."
The secretary scurried off, head lowered and in panic.
President Popovich had been in a strange mood recently; anyone who expressed dissatisfaction with his policies, he would have them thrown into jail, and in serious cases, even directly sentenced to death.
His rule was becoming more... brutal.
If you are brutal, you should at least have loyal troops like Victor. Without soldiers, yet still on top, this left many people feeling insecure.
The secretary was about to rush into the office when suddenly two gunshots rang out!
His face paled dramatically!
He pushed the door open with force and saw Popovich with a gun, shooting at a photo of Aldous Wendell on the wall, which already had several bullet holes; he was utterly crazed!
The secretary was at a loss for words.
"Trash! Trash! Trash!!!"
Then Popovich suddenly spun the gun around, his eyes blood-red with a cannibalistic gaze.
"No..."
"Bang!!!"
A bullet hit the secretary in the head, he fell to the ground staring wide-eyed.
Popovich, holding the gun, wanted to destroy the man's face, but he was out of bullets. Instead, he viciously struck the secretary's face with the end of the pistol, turning it into sothing resembling a salted duck egg.
The guards who had rushed in upon hearing the shots were stunned.
"Quick! Pull the sir away!"
"Miley," the head of intelligence who had run over and saw what was happening, lost control of his emotions and pulled Popovich away, with other guards hurrying to help, finally restraining him in a chair.
He was having a psychotic episode!
The Popovich family had a history of ntal illness.
They reacted like this when stimulated.
"No one speaks of this, take the body away," Miley turned and glared darkly at the few soldiers, "Understood?"
"Understood!" the guards quickly responded.
"You all go down, I'll take care of the sir here."
The guards couldn't wait to leave, who would want to stay with a lunatic? They didn't forget to close the door as they left.
Miley turned back and looked at Popovich, who kept muttering, "Brother, trash, trash..."
He drew the curtains, and the office darkened considerably.
Miley's eyes narrowed, he walked behind Popovich, stroking his back, and from his pocket, his right hand withdrew a folding knife, while his left hand suddenly covered Popovich's mouth.
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