Chapter Thirteen: The Battle Begins

  Since the beautiful commander Shana, Akane Tsunemori and Oleg Vandin's transportation method was converted to air transport, there were no more interruptions in training due to broken transportation lines throughout the entire military camp, and thus Oleg could finally devote himself wholeheartedly to the upcoming Battle of Berlin.

  After two days of tense pre-battle mobilization, Oleg finally launched a military strike against the Allied forces stationed in Berlin in late July.

  This time, Oleg mobilized a total of 3 first-class armored army groups, 5 second-class mixed infantry divisions, plus 3 air wings borrowed from Shana Nari, and 2 magnetic storm infantry brigades recruited from Moswen, with a total of 1.04 million troops.

  The battle began at 4 am on the 25th. The accumulated resentment of a whole week, Oleg went on stage and wanted to give Berlin, which was sleeping in the dark, a warning shot.

  The exquisite V4 rocket car transformed into a hail mode, emitting a sharp "sizzling" sound, merging with long-range shells to form a majestic momentum, crossing the densely wooded non-military zone, and pounding the capitalist German position with overwhelming force.

  On the ground, Russian T-65 Iron Hammer tanks roared with powerful rumble, covering infantry and armored vehicles that swept across the vast region of the non-military zone in front of the line, knocking down barbed wire and isolation barriers, rolling westward.

  In the sky, squadrons of MiG fighters and double-blade helicopters screeched through the no-fly zone, swooping towards the airport in front. At the same time, the Kirov airship, like a shark in the air, also emitted a low hum as it slowly flew towards the center of Berlin.

  The heroic Red Army soldiers on the ground were as fierce as tigers, unfolding a carpet-bombing attack on the suburbs of Berlin.

  However, Oleg seems to have forgotten one thing - what about those Tiger tanks that were like a nightmare?

  Is Oleg really getting old and senile, having forgotten the lessons he learned from the Tiger tank yesterday?

  Oleg Vanting accurately told you: "No way, I won't forget any opponent who poses a threat to me."

  Oleg raised his head to see the pride of his Apocalypse tank being slowly lifted into the air by a pair of Double Blade helicopters (this is what I find most frustrating in Red Alert, no matter how powerful the helicopter's engine is, it's impossible for it to directly lift an Apocalypse tank that's as large as a cruiser...). Then, it flew away into the distance, gradually turning into a black dot. At the same time, on the ground, there were many such actions, with a 3-story tall Apocalypse main battle tank being locked onto by a small armed helicopter and slowly rising into the sky.

  About 200 Revelation tanks repeated this action over and over until the last one disappeared into thin air, turning into a black dot.

  The deputy chief of staff next to him looked at Oleg with some concern: "Commander, is this approach not too risky? Should we bring back some of the Heaven's tanks to increase the defense of the camp? After all, there are only two infantry regiments defending the camp. If the enemy's Tiger King tank really attacks, I'm afraid these forces can't defend it at all..."

  Oleg shook his head at the staff officer and said calmly, "There's no need for that. If our side doesn't arrive as planned, then adding more defenses to the base won't make a difference."

  "But if you, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, were to sacrifice yourself, wouldn't it be meaningless for us to reach Berlin?"

  "No, no, no." Oleg hastily said three nos: "My goal is not only to take Berlin but also those tigers. Those tigers are very cunning. If I don't increase the bait that lures them further, they probably won't fall for it at all. I believe if I were the leader of that Tiger tank, even if I knew this was a trap, I would still jump in. Because no one can resist the temptation to end a war with just one bullet and end the war right in front of their own home."

  "I see... As we Chinese say, 'How can you catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's lair?' That staff officer pounded his fist and suddenly realized."

  "Understood, that's it. This war is no longer my concern. Leave the rest to Melkurov, after all, he's still a capable person." Oleg glanced at his deputy commander, Melkurov, who was directing the battle in an orderly manner in the command room. A hint of satisfaction appeared on Oleg's lips. "We'll take the helicopter back... and continue being our decoy..."

  "Yes! Commander!"

  Built at the Kosciusko Soviet Air Force temporary base, a giant and oppressive-looking Tupolev Tu-95 strategic bomber quietly slept on the airport, with a menacing shark head painted on its nose, associating it with the Soviet Air Force's iconic Kirov-class cruiser. However, unlike the Kirov-class cruiser, it relied on the speed brought by its 8 high-power high-speed engines, which was incomparable to ordinary fighter jets. At the same time, relying on its massive internal space, it also had a terrifying transport capacity that could drop an entire battalion at once. Relying on this terrible transport capability, the Soviet Union was able to deploy large numbers of troops into the enemy's rear in war after war, coordinating with front-line forces to attack the enemy from both sides and ultimately achieving victory in battle.

  And today, this terrible war monster is about to show its terrifying destructive power to the world once again.

  Xiao Bing Jia looked at the huge transport plane in front of him, and his mind quickly flashed through information about this aircraft.

  Isn't this Natasha's plane for bird bombing?

  Just as Xiao Bingjia was about to finish vomiting, he suddenly felt a huge impact coming from his buttocks.

  "Kasan Lao, hurry up!" The scolder was a tall and sturdy Soviet big man. Xiao Bingjia looked at himself and the two-head difference in height (Xiao Bingjia is 170cm tall), had no choice but to put down his clenched fist again, then quietly cursed behind him: "I'm going to... son beats father, the world has turned upside down..."

  Then muttered and walked onto the plane with big strides.

  In the back, that Soviet big fellow only saw Xiao Bingjia muttering something in his mouth, but he didn't care about it because of his rough and bold nature. However, what he didn't know was that in Xiao Bingjia's Ah Q spirit, he had already become an existence like a son.

  Xiao Bingjia has changed jobs again, Xiao Bingjia is now a paratrooper.

  In accordance with the Red Army's usual method of attack, the Red Army always liked to use frontal attacks as the main force and flanking maneuvers as auxiliary. Under this mindset, Lieutenant General Oleg decided to send a paratrooper brigade into Berlin, not aiming to occupy any place, but just to make the city as chaotic as possible. Then when the frontline troops entered the city, it would necessarily bring them great convenience. Of course, if the situation allowed, directly taking out the Allied commander in the city would be the best outcome.

  But there must be a return for every payment. In the last Warsaw defense battle, relying on a tactic, although successfully messed up the Allied forces stationed in Warsaw, but the 313th Airborne Division used to carry out the tactics was also completely destroyed.

  But Xiao Bingjia was also tragic at this time, originally relying on his achievements that could rival those of Soviet heroes, it would have been no problem to mix into a senior lieutenant platoon leader position. However, this time he was very tragic, Oleg took a liking to his battle-hardened experience and forcibly made him a ordinary machine gun assault hand in the 'Glorious' 313th Airborne Regiment's reserve team. This was done so that he could better devote himself to the great red cause of Mother Soviet for life.

  Xiao Bing Jia was now gloomily thinking of scolding his mother. He really wanted to drag Oleg over, pull down his pants and whip him hard while cursing loudly: 'Do you have a grudge against me?'

  Forget it, fantasy is just fantasy. In reality, as a quasi-soldier, Xiao Bing Jia still has some quality. At least he won't pull down Oleg's pants and then play with his butt, no, that was wrong...

  A soldier must fulfill his duty - obey orders.

  Although unwilling in heart, the Xiao army still took heavy steps onto the road of no return (fog).

  The Type 5 transport aircraft finally began its pre-takeoff preparations after completing its final inspection.

  Rrrrrrrrr... The eight turboprop engines roared to life. The massive 200-ton transport plane finally began its pre-takeoff taxi under the powerful reverse thrust.

  As the propellers spun more and more wildly, the transport plane's takeoff speed also continued to accelerate.

  Faster and faster...

  Finally...

  Hmmm...

  With a dull roar, the Type 5 transport aircraft shot straight up into the sky like a brown dart, and also like a huge red shark, ferociously pouncing on its distant prey.