Chapter Nineteen: It's Actually You

  Today I took a look at the Red Alert written by other gods, and after comparing it with my own... I suddenly realized what the hell I've been writing. I suddenly discovered that I have a kind of 'shameful escape' disease.

  Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. For some reason, the bright moonlight tonight was suddenly obscured by a dark cloud. The pitch-black night sky reveals not even a hint of starlight at this moment, and it's as if it's the eerie calm before the apocalypse.

  But actually... it's not quiet at all~

  For example, 7 kilometers northeast of Beth Street, there are bursts of white light flashing from time to time. Although the explosion sounds I heard here can be ignored, after all, it is a high-explosive explosion of TNT! Each burst will take away countless lives.

  Ah~ To become eternal in endless brilliance, this way of dying doesn't seem bad either.

  Pfft pfft pfft, what am I thinking! At a time like this, how can I still be so distracted!?

  That's all Xiaobingjia's nonsense.

  Looking back, there were only a few Red Army soldiers wearing black combat uniforms, running forward agilely like leopards in the dark night. Xiao Bing shouted loudly: "Speed up! Our comrades are still waiting for our rescue over there!"

  "——Oh!!" The loud shout of 100 Red Army soldiers behind him.

  Although shouting loudly here is likely to expose one's whereabouts, in fact, it is quite worthwhile for boosting morale and accelerating progress.

  A mere 7-kilometer journey was a cakewalk for the well-trained and spirited Marines, who arrived at the outskirts of Betutu in less than 30 minutes.

  Flames!!!!!

  Every street and alley is swept by endless flames!

  Blood is flowing!!!!!

  Extinguished flames, scattered across the battlefield is the gurgling blood flow!

  Corpse!!!!!

  Piled up like mountains, filling the eyes are the countless corpses!

  Some warriors with poor psychological quality saw such a hellish scene, and under the influence of the air filled with a pungent smell, they suddenly bowed their heads and started vomiting.

  Xiao Bingjia looked at it but didn't see anything, used his hand to lift up the eyelid of a corpse, then felt his body temperature and armpit, and said: "He's been dead for three hours." Under the dim flame, Xiao Bingjia's complexion was ashen. Then he coldly said to the other soldiers: "We're a bit late..."

  The bodies that fell there were those of both Red Army soldiers and Allied troops. The expressions on their dead faces were all extremely ferocious. One can imagine how brutal the battle was before they died. But what's ironic is that no matter how much they hated each other when they were alive, in death they could only enter it equally.

  "Sir, what should we do now?" a soldier asked.

  "What to do? Just keep looking then?" Xiao Bingjia replied.

  "But... where should we go to look? There's no one alive here now, and if we launch a surprise attack, it's very likely that we'll be ambushed by the enemy."

  Xiao Bing Jia took a look at this seemingly young warrior and thought that what he was thinking wasn't entirely unreasonable.

  Xiao Bing's mouth corners slightly curled up, saying... it's time to use this trick.

  Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to ask you a question: If you're playing a game and get stuck in a dead end, with no idea how to proceed with the storyline, what would you do?

  A: Exert the spirit of butting heads with a bull and die in the horns! Not giving up until death!

  Damn it! I'm not hacking and you think I'm a noob? I'll hack and kill you!

  If it were up to the author, they would definitely choose B.

  Xiao Bingjia is also like this...

  Slowly closing his eyes, his spirit quickly calmed down. The whole person fell into a state of no sorrow or joy. His divine energy rapidly spread outwards, and in less than a second, the vast spiritual power enveloped the entire battlefield, covering all human brains.

  Joy, anger, sorrow, madness, all these chaotic emotions were shut off. A complete three-dimensional holographic image appeared in Xiao Bingjia's mind.

  Time seemed to have stopped, everything was like a movie paused on screen.

  The appearance of everyone present can be seen even if I don't turn around, as if I have acquired the white eyes of Hyuga Neji. Their every move is under my gaze, passing over the towering ruined buildings, passing over the battlefield, everything within a 3-kilometer radius with myself as the center has entered my mind.

  Searching carefully... Hmm... Is it there? Judging from the appearance of that building, I think it's probably at the station.

  The battle... In there, countless Allied or Red Army troops are fighting bloody battles. As for the number... Our army has about 300 people. The enemy is also around 300 people. Almost...

  Opening his eyes again, everything had returned to normal. Time once again took its step forward.

  "Sir, what shall we do?" a soldier asked, seeing the officer ponder for a moment.

  Xiao Bing Jia looked towards the northwest direction, where a piece of night sky was dyed red by the flames.

  "Our people are already at the station!" Xiao Bingjia said with absolute certainty. His words were filled with strong confidence.

  Another dividing line of the imperial harem.

  Balalaika slung the M-2080 sniper rifle over her shoulder and blew the head off an Allied machine gunner hiding behind a half-concrete wall cover, but before she could even perform tactical evasion, an Allied anti-tank rocketeer on a distant high-rise building fired a explosive rocket at where she was standing just now.

  A swift shockwave sent Bara Lakka flying, rolling her over and slamming her to the ground. At the same time, the sniper rifle in her hand was also lost in the impact just now.

  Baralaeka couldn't bear the severe pain coming from her abdomen, and hastily crawled back into the previous concrete building. It wasn't until she had managed to crawl back to a safe location with great difficulty that she suddenly discovered that her abdomen was continuously bleeding outward.

  "Major, are you all right?" Sergeant Matvey asked anxiously.

  Balalaika pushed away the arms that were embracing him, his face pale and sweating as he asked: "I'm fine... hurry... help our comrades at position 3, they can't hold on much longer!"

  Matvey glanced at the battlefield outside, where the war was raging, and then looked at Baralayka lying on the ground panting, a struggling expression floating on his face.

  Looking at his loyal subordinate who had not moved for half a day, seemingly seeing his dilemma, Baralaika angrily said: "What are you waiting for! Go quickly! Do you want to watch our comrades die unjustly here?!"

  Matvey looked at his captain, who had always been tough and was the one he respected and admired most. Matvey gritted his teeth, saluted Baralayka, then rushed out of the building again to fight with the Allied forces outside.

  As Matvey finally went to carry out his orders, Baralayka suddenly felt a blackness before his eyes and almost fell over. With great difficulty he straightened up his body, from the window it was possible to see with the naked eye that in front of them smoke was billowing, shell fragments were flying everywhere, and cannon fire was shaking the sky! The explosion's black smoke and shockwave hung over the battlefield like a scorching fog for a long time.

  With a weak bite of his teeth, Baralayka smiled bitterly. Although it looks like they are fighting to the death with the Allied forces now, in fact, the commander of this Red Army paratrooper assault team is clearer than anyone else in his heart - at present, this small team has reached the end of its strength.

  From the very beginning, when he received the order to stand firm from General Kukk's retreat, Baralayka understood one thing: this carefully prepared Brighton landing battle was likely to fail.

  But the reason why he himself had to stay here and entangle with the enemy was just to gain a little more time for the retreat of the Northern Fleet. Even if it's a fool, it can be seen that the 6,000-strong army, including himself and other troops, is actually being used as a sacrifice.

  But having been steeped in the red Soviet ideology since childhood, I carried out this task without hesitation. For the sake of the overall victory, even if it meant sacrificing myself and all my subordinates' lives, it didn't matter! In order to give Marshal Kukov a little more time to retreat, I even fabricated a lie for my subordinates - Marshal Kukov had just gone back to fetch reinforcements, he would return to rescue us!

  Obviously you know all this is deceitful...

  It doesn't matter, as long as we can win in the end. As long as we can win...

  From 6 pm to now 11 pm, I and my teammates have withstood the uninterrupted attack of three British local defense regiments for five hours! The front line has gradually shifted from the outer streets to the inner streets, and the battle is getting more and more brutal. The enemy army relies on heavy weapons and air support to inflict great casualties on our side, and the last line of defense is also precarious. I was even injured in the previous battle, and it's estimated that I won't be able to participate in the battle for a short time...

  But in fact, I also understand that my previous words were just self-consolation. The medical staff and emergency medicine had been lost in the battle earlier. In other words, my injuries could not be treated at all.

  Baralaika suddenly felt that all his strength was gradually disappearing, his vision was also becoming increasingly blurred, and his body was slowly starting to get cold.

  Do you want to die like this?

  No! How can I die so wretchedly in the ruins?! If I'm going to die... I want to die as bravely as Father did on the battlefield!

  Intense resentment turned into a bellyful of rage, anger bursting out from the chest like an exploding gasoline barrel.

  Baralaika suddenly felt that his strength seemed to have returned, and the wound in his abdomen didn't hurt as much. He tore off his sleeve and roughly bandaged the wound, tying up his disheveled hair into a ponytail. He casually picked up an assault rifle lying nearby, whose owner he didn't know, and walked out of the bunker to the outer trench.

  Matvey looked at himself who suddenly walked out as if he was looking at an alien, but he didn't have time to care about what he thought, and gestured with his eyes before throwing himself back into the trench to fight against the Allied forces outside again.

  It has to be said that the Allied forces' offensive was fierce, they uniformly switched to the M60 assault rifle with terrifying accuracy, and conducted point-blank shooting within our formation. By the way, their reconnaissance fighter jets also occasionally dropped white phosphorus bombs on our positions from time to time. These white phosphorus bombs not only burned down all the temporary shelters we had hastily built, but also produced carbon monoxide that caused heavy casualties among the soldiers who barely escaped. However, this was not the most serious problem! The first two could be endured with some water and wet towels, but the most serious thing was that the flames of the white phosphorus bombs exposed all our positions, and the strong light also severely affected our vision, causing a sharp decline in the hit rate of our soldiers' targets. At one point, our casualties soared.

  Just as I was thinking about it, another huge trouble came along.

  "Captain, I'm out of ammo!" Matvey shouted.

  "I'm out of ammo too!"

  "Despicable Allied wimps! How dare you play this trick!!"

  Yes, we should have run out of ammunition long ago. Several hours ago, our soldiers' bullets were already exhausted, and if I hadn't taken a few people to take the risk of collecting ammunition from the bodies of dead soldiers on the battlefield, our army would probably have had to engage in close combat with them by now.

  The entire camp was suddenly filled with coarse and abusive language. To my surprise, I didn't find these words uncomfortable at all, but instead felt that not scolding enough wasn't satisfying!

  In this situation, all the warriors looked at me, their eyes staring at me as they waited for my final command. It seemed that they had seen the predicament of our army, and not a single warrior spoke up at this moment, a strong and unyielding military spirit permeated the air.

  Baralayka clenched his teeth, looking at the group of comrades who had accompanied him for 5 years, a deep and inexpressible sorrow spreading in his heart. They should have all returned to Moscow with Kukov, but instead they were all accompanying him in this life-and-death battle against the cruel enemy without any complaints or regrets.

  What an excellent soldier!!!

  He took three deep breaths, a habitual action whenever he encountered trouble. He stepped on the rubble and debris that littered the ground and arrived at the front of the formation. After roughly counting, there were only about 30 people left. Solemnly, he said: "Comrades, in just five minutes we will be charging out of our position to engage the enemy in close combat. I don't want to deceive you, this expedition is absolutely a matter of life and death. Many of us will die in battle and leave this world forever."

  "You are heroes, your names will be engraved on the monument of martyrs in Red Square, forever revered by future generations. However, as your superior officer, I don't want to see you leave this world with any regrets. So, if there's anything you still wish to fulfill, please speak up now and I'll do my best to satisfy them."

  "Major, don't say anything more, we have no last wishes."

  "We've lived for decades, experienced everything we should have, enjoyed all we could. General, it's time to take us on our way!"

  "Captain, you're an officer and yet you're not afraid of death. What is there for us soldiers to be afraid of?"

  "Major, we've had enough of this world's days. It's time for us brothers to go to heaven and find those fallen comrades."

  Balalaika saw it with her eyes, but felt the pain in her heart. Suddenly, two lines of hot tears had already burst out. This time, Balalaika didn't turn her face away again, nor did she have any intention to cover up, but let the hot tears slide down her cheeks, letting every Red Army soldier present see this scene of her crying.

  Every officer and soldier present was shocked at the moment!

  Including several old soldiers who had been following Balalaika on her southern and northern expeditions, such as Matveyev Dichlev, no one had ever seen the adjutant cry before tonight, nor did anyone think that the adjutant, who was usually not talkative, would also shed tears!

  "Good, brothers are all good, worthy of being my Balalaika soldiers!" Balalaika sighed and said, "However, I still want to ask again, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

  "Colonel, if I'm being honest, I really do have a last wish."

  Someone finally spoke up in the queue, a young warrior who looked no more than 10 years old and was wearing a grey logistics transport uniform rather than a marine corps uniform.

  But it's already come to this point. Is there still a need to care about things like identity?

  "Speak up," said Barlaam with a smile, "if it is within my power, I will certainly find a way to do it for you."

  The young orderly stammered for a moment, looked down at his feet and then glanced around before saying: "I... I think... I want to see... your quarters, sir."

  Barlaika's pretty face suddenly turned red, while Matvey beside her burst into a rage: "How dare you! How can you make such an unreasonable demand? Is this the attitude you should have towards your superiors?"

  The warrior under Matvey's rebuke instantly lowered his face to his chest.

  Bara Lakhera was also shocked by such a request, which she had not anticipated either.

  But then I thought, how old is this little warrior? He hasn't even had a chance to enjoy the beauty of life, and he's going to wither away on the cruel battlefield. How heartbreaking is that?

  Now that he had thought it through, Baralaike made his decision.

  Matvey wanted to scold the warrior a few more times, but was gently pulled back by Baralaike behind him.

  Baralaika walked up to the little warrior and said softly: "Want to see my room? This... isn't too much."

  Matvey was stunned, but as he opened his mouth to speak, for some reason, he swallowed the words back down.

  Balalaika smiled softly, the red flush on her face fading away. She gently unzipped her outer jacket, took off her bulletproof vest, and after removing her last tank top, Balalaika exposed her upper body bare under the gaze of over 70 people in the entire battlefield.

  More than 70 officers and soldiers on the scene were all stunned, as if they had become infatuated.

  Matvey's heart was also filled with shock and even more so with admiration for the young female warrior!

  "Attention!" Matvey suddenly turned around, facing Baralayka, facing the snow-white yurt, and dropped his eyes to salute.

  More than 70 officers and soldiers raised their guns in unison to pay their respects. At this moment, all the officers and soldiers looked at Balalaika with reverence in their eyes, without a hint of disrespect, only a solemn respect like Matvey's. Balalaika sacrificed her chastity, but fulfilled the last wish of the officers and soldiers. She was an extraordinary woman.