Chapter Twenty-Four: The Iron Ring

  Recently, I've been playing the game "The Devil on G-String", and I was moved to tears by Uso no Miko...

  Is there anyone who can give me a complete version of "G String"? The one I played seems to be a castrated version, which means it doesn't have any H scenes. If anyone has it, please send it to me.

  The email address of the Wang family is 1713341171 This is a scene from the end of the world.

  At this time, the southern part of Berlin's urban area was in a state of chaos, with people fleeing everywhere on the roads.

  The massive battles raging around the Reichstag building had already terrified Berliners. Now, with the sudden appearance of large numbers of Red Army armored troops, people were even more frightened. The whole city was like a boiling cauldron, and many people didn't even have time to gather their belongings before fleeing their homes in preparation for leaving Berlin and escaping the war.

  Here, mainly embassy and government office buildings, the flow of people is not dense. In many areas around the city center, cars are stuck on the streets, unable to see the end, even the lanes used for official business are blocked, pedestrians form a large refugee crowd moving towards the suburbs. Robbery, murder and other criminal offenses also occur frequently. Some opposition groups take advantage of the situation to distribute flyers, calling on people to oppose the EU regime. Many shops along the street have been looted. Cars that have been set on fire are burning fiercely, emitting thick smoke.

  The police and militia were also unable to maintain order. The sounds of cars, people, crying and wailing, and police sirens all mixed together like the end of the world had arrived.

  At 3:00 pm on the 25th, Berlin's main street was in a state of great chaos. Citizens collectively fled to the suburbs, and an endless stream of people poured out of the city from all streets. The Allied tank regiments that were originally prepared to enter the center of Berlin to defend the temporary base of Wen Lun received intelligence that the Allies had invaded the city center and the central government, but they were blocked by the refugee tide on the outskirts of the city center and were unable to advance or retreat for a time. Now it seems that there is no force that can stop the Red Army from occupying the Berlin urban area. However, Supreme Commander Wen Lun.Fu somehow completely lost contact with the information, and the several tank regiments of the Allied forces trapped outside the city also fell into confusion for a time.

  As the commander-in-chief of this campaign, Melikov also seemed willing to further exaggerate the chaos within the city.

  Two enormous hovering airships with shark-like appearances are making a deathly announcement to the chaotic crowd in the city center through extremely loud speakers.

  【Berliners!!! 】The General Comrade's magnetic words changed the noise of the crowd and spread throughout the city.

  The iron ring of the Red Army has already surrounded your decadent city, and we will crush anyone who resists the Red Army!

  Abandon your resistance! Abandon your homeland! Abandon your hope!

  Long live the Red Army! —— Ura!!!!

  Although Merkurov, a graduate of the Frunze Military Academy, was not highly proficient in the language, his speech, combined with the surging Red Army soldiers' aura of killing, seemed to have turned into the most intimidating atomic bomb, instantly shattering the fragile psychological defenses of the Berlin citizens.

  "——Uraaaaaah!!!!!" The 200,000 brave and fearless Red Army soldiers' shout shook the city.

  Those who could escape fled far away, while those who couldn't sat listlessly by the roadside, staring blankly at the endless stream of Red Army troops passing by, praying they wouldn't suddenly take it into their heads to kill them for sport. (Misled by Allied propaganda)

  Coldly watching those fleeing Berlin citizens, Xiao Bing's heart was filled with a chill.

  This is war! A war of ordinary people!

  The flames of war have now reached their heads, no matter how much you dislike war in your heart, how much you dread it. You still have to go through it.

  On the battlefield you will be 'it', not 'body'.

  Bullets won't dodge you because of your noble status, nor will they avoid you because you're male or female. All you can do is go with it and evolve together. Only then will you survive on the battlefield.

  So, having gotten used to a peaceful life as an ordinary person, let's go together and accompany death with the sound of gunfire.

  Some passing soldiers gloated over the misfortune of others.

  Allied Temporary Headquarters.

  Although the communication facilities within the base had been completely disrupted by Baralai's special forces using electronic interference, that did not mean that Wen Lun was completely unaware of the battle in the city.

  After all, 20 years of veteran soldiers' intuition about fighting is no joke.

  Although he didn't know how the battle was going on the front line, relying on his ears to receive the sound, he still heard the artillery fire gradually approaching from the front.

  He made a decisive decision to send all the troops inside the base to reinforce the battlefield, but would he have that opportunity again after losing the initiative of combat?

  No, the Red Army coldly tells you:

  You've lost your chance.

  Having solved the early dispatched light and heavy troops of Wen Lun, the Red Army began its next combat plan after a brief rest.

  Relying on the powerful carrying capacity of the twin-blade helicopter, a total of 200 iron hammer tanks and 300 sickle-shaped mech armor were quickly transported back and forth by the twin-blade helicopter for four trips, and merged with the infantry unit that had set out first. And in the instant before arriving at the base, they launched a fierce attack on the temporary base gate of the Allied Forces.

  The Iron Fist tank's powerful anti-tank gun fired a barrage that destroyed the multi-functional turrets and laser towers at the base entrance before they could even activate. Meanwhile, behind the Iron Fist tank, countless Red Army rocket troops were doing their favorite thing: crouching down, taking aim, and firing one by one rockets like spears of death at the Apollo fighter jets inside the base that had not yet taken off.

  Whoosh

  Accompanied by the sharp whistling of air, the rocket shells pierced into the bodies of various warplanes waiting quietly for orders on the airport like steel needles and exploded into fragments on the spot.

  Some Allied soldiers with strong spirits also puffed up their not-so-praiseworthy morale, raised various weapons in their hands and formed a symbolic resistance. However, they would soon collapse under the machine gun fire of the reaper mechs that left no blind spots.

  And for those Allied soldiers who were still resisting, the Red Army directly dispatched magnetic storm infantry to snipe them. Hehehe, the Allied soldiers who lacked effective defensive weapons were miserable this time...

  Wenren Fuoller watched on the big screen those brave and fallen Allied soldiers, Wenren's heart was bleeding.

  Lost, didn't think it would be so easy to lose.

  General Robert Bingham's words, which he repeated to himself before leaving, about being constantly on the lookout for the Red Army's suddenly appearing and disappearing lightly mechanized infantry, seemed to appear in front of him once again.

  He glared with red eyes, pulled out his pistol and let out a wolf-like howl in the now empty office. Then he stormed out of the command room, going to fight alongside his infantry.

  But just as he stepped out of the command room, his subordinate rushed out to stop him: "Commander, you can't go out like this, the enemy's firepower is too strong!" At the same time, he kindly reminded him "I suggest you'd better drive away from here, it's estimated that this place won't be able to hold on for much longer."

  Wen Lun immediately lifted up the subordinate and roared at him: "I am a freedom fighter! You want me to abandon my comrades here and escape alone?! What a joke!!"

  However, the young officer seemed to be very rational. He pointed to the Red Army soldiers who were constantly approaching in front of him and calmly said: "Their goal is probably you. If you continue to stay here, it's estimated that you will be in danger."

  Wen Lun was speechless, what he said was right, from the start of the war until now. The goal of these Red Army soldiers who broke into the camp seemed to be here. Even if the front line was torn apart by the Allied heavy machine gunners in the multi-functional turret, they would still surge towards here endlessly.

  Just as Wenlun was about to say something else, the head of the officer who had grabbed his collar suddenly exploded in front of him.

  Puchi----, I'm so tired...

  A bloody splatter burst forth right in front of Wen Lun's face. Red, yellow and white all mixed together, covering Wen Lun's entire face.

  Fortunately, Wen Lun was a veteran and had an unusual adaptability to the battlefield. In that instant when the officer's head burst open, he felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake. Without even giving his brain time to react, his body instinctively dodged to the side.

  It took him half a second after dodging to react - there's a goddamn sniper!!!

  Just as he was hiding near the bend, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from mid-air.

  Mortar!!

  Relying on his intuition honed from years of battle, Wen Lun rolled onto the ground, barely escaping the lethal range of the mortar shell.

  Rumble Rumble Rumble——

  A deafening roar came from where Wen Lun was standing, and the power of 5 exploding shells instantly killed some 'military officers' at the base entrance, with flesh and shell fragments flying everywhere.

  Wen Lun's eyes stared blankly at the place where the explosion had just occurred, several craters over 2 meters deep were right next to where he was standing earlier, if he had dodged a little later...

  Thinking of the consequences that couldn't be avoided, Wen Lun suddenly felt a chill on his back.

  On a hillside 1,000 meters northeast of the military camp, a 2-meter-long black gun barrel shone with a deadly chill.

  "Damn it! Missed...!" Holding a surprisingly large sniper rifle, Bararaeka spat on the ground.

  Although the combat mission of this small team, Balalaika, was mainly to disrupt the communication of the Allied Forces' base, she had been given approval from her superiors that once the main force arrived, she could put down her work and shoot at will at the Allied soldiers inside the base in order to support the frontline battle.

  Her mission was to shoot the officer, while other comrades set up a truck-mounted mortar (cannon boat motorcycle) and also fired 5 shells into the base.

  Just now she was sure that she had locked onto the Allied executive, but just as it was about to fire, the executive suddenly twisted his body open as if someone had reminded him, and her confident shot tragically blew the head of the Allied officer in his hand.

  Next time won't miss it...

  She was certain that if the officer dared to stay in her line of sight for another half second, she would have had the confidence to turn him into a piece of rotten meat. However, it seemed like a pity that the executive also appeared to be very clever. After seeing the miserable state of his subordinates, he quickly ducked and hid inside the building.

  Just as he had his sights on the corner of the base for a while, several blue-painted multi-purpose infantry fighting vehicles rushed out of the command room and sped towards the back door.

  "Mother...! This little devil wants to escape!" Baralaika cursed loudly and fired a shot in the direction of the chariot's movement, but the bullet lacking accuracy only flashed sparks on the body of the chariot and left a trail of bullets, nothing else.

  "Go after him! Don't let that little brat get away!" Balalaika ordered with a dark face.

  "Yes!"

  The Allied soldiers who lost their commander and lower-ranking generals could no longer muster up any courage, under the increasingly fierce attacks of the Red Army, it was unclear who first shouted "Surrender!"

  Surrender, the word spread like a spell among the Allied soldiers, and soon more and more Allied soldiers raised their hands, holding their weapons above their heads, walking out of the trenches with their heads hung low.

  The Red Army, with a mighty roar, charged into the Allied base without any resistance. Less than 5 minutes after the Allies surrendered, the blue Iron Eagle flag that fluttered in the center of the base was replaced by the bright Hammer and Sickle flag. The sky above the base also began to echo with the loud "Indestructible Union".

  At the same time, on the outskirts of the base.

  Sitting on the speeding multi-functional infantry vehicle, Wen Lun turned his head back to look at the base that belonged to him with difficulty. Relying on his still not bad eyesight, Wen Lun just saw that the Allied Army flag inside the base had been replaced by a sickle and hammer flag. At this moment, a strong sense of defeat suddenly surged in Wen Lun's heart.

  Lost, really lost.

  Losing like this is so unsurprising, it's as if I was born to lose...

  I heard that the commander on the Red Army side is a man in his 30s, who has been commanding modernized battles for many years and likes to use large-scale mechanized infantry to ruthlessly crush the enemy's army. He is one of the top commanders in the Soviet military. But what does it matter? Can this old man, who has experienced countless great wars, be surpassed by this junior?

  But thinking that due to one's own mistakes, the Allied forces in Western Europe have shrunk even more severely, now the remaining Allied forces on the entire European battlefield are only 60 divisions with a total of 7 million people. And they will face the powerful and terrifying offensive of the Red Army's five fronts with nearly 40 million troops.

  Now Wenlun has lost all hope and escaped. Even if he escapes from Berlin, what can he do? I estimate that the CIA agents have already arrived in Paris, and even the military tribunal has prepared a noose for him.

  Just as Wen Lun was in an unprecedented slump, he suddenly felt a violent jolt beneath the car.

  "What's going on?!" Wen Lun shouted loudly, but no one paid attention to him. Wen Lun took a closer look and found that the driver of this car had been beaten to death at some point.

  The car lost control of the driver and crashed into a tree by the roadside like a mad bull.

  The inertia from the car's high-speed movement snapped the tree in half.

  Wen Lun was also thrown out of the car window by inertia and fell heavily to the ground.

  "Ugh..." Wen Lun let out a pained groan, the impact from just now had accidentally knocked out two of his front teeth, and now his mouth was filled with the sour taste of blood.

  But Wen Lun glanced at the corner of his eye, and the several multi-functional infantry fighting vehicles that followed behind him suddenly caught fire on their bodies for some reason. Due to the flames and thick smoke, the drivers of the vehicles were completely unable to distinguish the direction and also rushed towards the side of the road one after another.

  BOOM! Unlike Wenlun's lucky ejection, the stalled war chariots exploded with a deafening blast after crashing into the wall.

  It's certain, judging from this situation, everyone inside is probably dead...

  "What's going on?" Wen Lun asked in a low voice. But no one answered him.

  Just as Wen Lun was at a loss, a loud and clear laughter reached his ears.

  "Haha, finally caught the big fish this time!"

  At this time, a lean and agile man jumped down from the second floor of a house by the road. However, the recoil caused by the height seemed to have no effect on the man, who simply bent his waist and straightened up.

  The man holding the once-king of assault rifles, the AS Val, walked right up to him and then crouched down, staring at him as if he were some kind of animal.

  But Wen Lun, who should have been making a desperate last stand, was inexplicably drawn to the man's left eye, staring blankly at the eye that shone like a ruby, as if mesmerized by its infinite beauty, and for a moment, he even forgot the gun in his hand had fallen to the ground.

  The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and then the man broke the silence first.

  "You're Wen Ren, huh... looks even more unpleasant than in the game..."

  After that guy said such a nonsense sentence, he patted the back of his own neck and then fell into endless darkness.

  I hope the European battlefield can end soon, decided to write until the appearance of the Rising Sun Empire before 2030.

  Simultaneously kneeling and begging for a complete version of "The Devil on G-String" seeds.