Chapter 1200: Chapter 586: “Now I Tell Her, Those Are a Coward’s Tears Crossing the Atmosphere!!!!

“Rest for forty minutes, in forty minutes, I will personally drive the tank for an assault!”

The commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 5th Cavalry Regiment gritted his teeth, his eyes were red. At this point, they could only fight desperately.

“Alright, distribute the ‘Angel Dust’ sent by logistics to the brothers.” The operations staff nodded.

This ‘Angel Dust’ was actually a mixture of ‘Hell No.2 + amphetamine’, a new product concocted by the U.S. Military lab. This drug could effectively reduce soldiers’ fear and fatigue, but there was one downside, it tended to overstimulate, sometimes too much…

It could cause blood vessels to burst.

There was once a lab monkey that, after consuming it, continuously ‘mated’ with 17 female monkeys, and then… died from a burst blood vessel.

“Yes!”

The two battalion commanders saluted and issued the order to rest.

Meanwhile, in the distance…

In the wind…

A loud call was heard, very loud…

U.S. military officers looked at each other, at a loss.

They were a bit scared. Why had it reached this point, and yet… they hadn’t collapsed?

On the contrary, the morale was high?

“F***!!”

“Call for an airstrike then.” The operations staff Francis also gritted his teeth, “There’s no other way!”

Just then, a U.S. military communications soldier ran over quickly, shouting loudly, “Commander, reinforcements have arrived from the rear!”

Everyone’s faces were filled with astonishment, but the next second, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it!

The ones to share the blame have arrived!

The commander of the ‘First Guard Battalion’, Major Kosarlov ran his bandaged hand over the reactive armor of the M2 ‘Bradley’ fighting vehicle.

“Use the tracks of the M4A1 as pillows for the kids.” He kicked away the chocolate wrapper on the ground, those Mickey Mouse-print foils were oozing blood.

Medics Natasha suddenly screamed as she smashed medical alcohol, discovering the injured they were saving had long been lifeless. Major Kosarlov walked over, biting open a new bottle, only to find all soldiers stopped their swallowing actions.

The reinforced battalion of over 1200, now has less than 600 left.

“Look at this,” he suddenly tore open his collar, revealing an old scar three inches below his clavicle.

The soldiers see that it was a bullet hole covered with a tattoo, surrounded by the latitude and longitude coordinates of the Baikonur Cosmodrome.

“1983!” His finger slid along the latitude and longitude, “That day I personally shot down the ‘lost traveler’.”

The sound of the rotor of an Apache gunship echoed from the other side.

One could tell by the sound.

Practice makes perfect, just like me, after working as an electrician for so long, I can tell whether there’s electricity with just a touch.

Major Kosarlov pulled out a pocket watch from his chest, the sound of its winding stopped the nearest Private from trembling. Embedded on the watch cover was a yellowed photo: A little girl in an astronaut helmet saluting in front of the Gagarin statue.

“My daughter always asks why stars fall.” He suddenly pressed the watch against the tank barrel, the melody of the ballet ‘Swan Lake’ resonated through the trenches:

“Now I tell her, those are the tears of cowards traveling through the atmosphere!!!!”

The observatory suddenly let out a scream: “Rockets! Rockets!!! Three o’clock direction!”

Major Kosarlov grabbed a handful of blood-soaked dirt and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, until it cut his gums.

As the burning sky began to rain fire, he leapt onto the turret, arms spread like a tattered military flag.

“Do you know why Americans put gum in their bulletproof vests?”

Major Kosarlov’s voice pierced through the sounds of explosion, waving half a pack of mint gum taken from a corpse, “Because they’re afraid of smelling their own rotting insides!”

Suddenly, a soldier began to laugh wildly, the sapper shovel at his waist still clutched half a tattooed scalp.

Major Kosarlov took the chance to toss his precious vodka, the bottle exploded into a blue-green flame on the burning snowy ground. “Last night, before Lieutenant Sergeyev sacrificed himself, he stuffed a Lenin Medal into an M1A1’s exhaust pipe.” He held up a ceramic plate pilfered from a U.S. military corpse, “Now, this is hotter than the velvet at the Moscow Theater!”

The aurora suddenly pierced through the clouds, all electronic equipment sparked in flames.

Major Kosarlov tore off the smoking communicator, finding that the soldiers were carving letters into the snow with their bayonets. Those Cyrillic letters glowed during the plasma storm, forming an unfinished sentence from ‘How the Steel Was Tempered’.

“Do you see the rainbow in the ionosphere?”

He aimed at the firmament, “That’s Comrade Yuri Gagarin loading starlight for us in synchronous orbit!”

As the first wave of rockets swept in.

Major Kosarlov, having served in the ZW, raised his hand: “I was a cowardly wimp when the Soviet Union collapsed, but when I face my predestined enemy,” “Remember, comrades, every economic crisis of capitalism—”

“is the artillery salute for my warriors’ promotion!!!!”

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In the country palace, Mexico.

Victor stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, while the confidential secretary Martin Bao Man held out the battle report:

“At 3:30 PM on June 26, the U.S. Military’s 82nd Airborne Division carried out 78 sorties of Apaches and AH-1 ‘Cobras’ for low-altitude strikes on the city. The ‘First Guard Battalion’ of the 336th Army’s 779th Division resisted for 43 hours, before all were killed, Las Cruces fell.”

“New Mexico announces the reclamation of Las Cruces!”

Martin Bao Man did not dare to breathe after reading this.

Victor took a deep breath, somewhat restless, the rear of both divisions had been cut off!

“The Staff Department’s contingency plan is…” He started to inquire.

When he heard hurried knocking, Victor frowned, “Come in.”

He saw Casare bursting in smiling, Victor, already in a bad mood, was about to scold when he heard Casare say:

“Boss, the U.S. Army’s 3rd Infantry Regiment in Arlington, Virginia, has staged an armed insurrection and attacked The Pentagon!”

????!!!

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