Chapter Fifteen: You're the one who's going to lose

  Kukov looked coldly at the Red Army soldier who was being carried on a stretcher, his limbs and sternum shattered by the hail of bullets, his uniform stained with blood. The soldier lay on the stretcher, moaning weakly, his pupils rolled back, and he seemed to be on the verge of death.

  Kukov couldn't bear to look any longer and closed his eyes, saying to the medic beside him: "Give him some morphine. Let him not have to suffer like this." The medic in a white coat hastily replied: "Yes."

  After finishing, the medic took out a syringe from the medicine cabinet and inserted it into the wounded soldier's neck. The wounded soldier convulsed violently after being injected, but his body soon became still. Morphine, originally a medical agent used to numb patients' senses and reduce their fear during surgery, could only serve to alleviate the dying soldier's pain in his final moments.

  As the warrior's face changed from ferocity to serenity, Kukov shed tears of sorrow. What a young warrior, no more than 20 years old, he hadn't even had time to enjoy the brilliant life that was his due before it was cut short, and this made Kukov, who always prided himself on loving his soldiers like sons, feel deeply grieved and regretful.

  Next to the warrior, there were more wounded people lying on the grass, wailing in pain. Some of them had their heads blown off on one side, and they were barely clinging to life with half a brain left. Their injuries were even more severe than those of the young warrior, but due to the lack of medical personnel and medicine, they could only lie there, enduring the agony of death.

  But Kukkof was a seasoned general after all, and he quickly changed his mood. As a commander, it is absolutely impossible to be influenced by emotions and lose reason. He coldly asked Nikolai Kotchkin, the deputy commander beside him: "How great is this loss?"

  Kocha swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a gloomy tone, "Just the number of people who have fallen is 3,000. The remaining 4,000 or so people are also mostly seriously injured, with only a small portion having no major injuries because they didn't enter the forest. At the same time, our side's dual-blade helicopters executing tasks in the air were also heavily damaged by the steel balls. Four helicopter squadrons have been destroyed, with 54 aircraft lost. Of the remaining 66 helicopters, 18 have also suffered heavy damage and are estimated to be unable to perform tasks for a short period of time."

  "That means I've lost half of my infantry regiment in one go?" Kukov frowned and said. Although he had expected it in his heart, hearing the news still made Kukov's heart skip a beat.

  In an instant, 3,000 brave Red Army soldiers lost their lives before his eyes, and Kukov's heart was suddenly pained. At this time, the intelligence officer brought him another bad news.

  "Report to Commander! Our shipborne radar has detected the enemy's reinforcement troops 300 kilometers north of our position! It is predicted that the enemy will arrive above our army in three hours. Please instruct!"

  "Air reinforcements for the Allies!?" Kukov's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, this was not good news at all. If the Red Army, lacking air interception forces, couldn't find cover or a way to counter them in a short time, then an entire infantry division plus an infantry brigade on the ground would be exposed under the bombsight of enemy bombers.

  If they don't break through soon, the England landing operation he had been planning for so long would be ruined! Kukov, who had invested a lot of manpower and resources, was not happy to see this situation. He unfolded the battle map, his eyes fixed on the central communication tower location marked with a red circle. After staring at the map for a long time, Kukov slammed his fist onto it. "Bypass the forest! Launch a pincer attack from Belikheit Bridge and Bet Street! Take down the enemy command center! At the same time, order the Kirov bomber to clear obstacles for the infantry!"

  Allied Forces Temporary Headquarters, Central Communications Tower 5th Floor.

  Chris listened patiently to the battle results report just transmitted by his subordinates. When he heard that at least 4,000 people had died in the local area and their reinforcements had finally arrived, Gilris excitedly tore off his coat and shouted loudly on the spot. However, Christopher seemed like an iceberg, with no expression on his face. He closed his eyes to think for a moment, then called back Gilris who was still immersed in joy.

  "Don't be too happy yet, the enemy's craziest and strongest attack is next! We might get defeated by the enemy if we're not careful." Christopher poured a bucket of cold water over Gilris' head, instantly calming him down.

  "Impossible, the enemy has already suffered such heavy losses. Besides, they must have received news of our reinforcements arriving. At this time, if Kukov doesn't withdraw his troops, he'll face the fact that his entire army will be annihilated!" Gilris asked in surprise.

  "Don't underestimate Kukov." Christopher gazed seriously into Jillis' eyes. "Even the tamest rabbit will try to bite when faced with impending danger, let alone someone like Kukov who has rich combat experience?" Christopher paused for a moment. "Never underestimate anyone who is your opponent! No matter if he's just a miscellaneous soldier!"

  Gillris bowed his head in silence for a moment, then saluted Chris: "Understood! Sir!" At this time, Gillris had a kind of heartfelt respect for Christophe, which made him salute his close friend who was not higher than him in military rank with the most standard and strict military salute he had ever given.

  A feeling beyond friendship has gradually spread between the two people...

  Thirty minutes later, Kukov struck again.

  He bypassed the small forest in front of him and instead circled around to attack the Allied Command from both flanks, which would require crossing Bet Street and Belaicht Bridge.

  Bates Street, a small commercial street adjacent to the town of Brighton. In peacetime, it was a favorite haunt for lovers and a perfect place for fashionable people to show off their style. But today, all that has become a distant memory. Now, there is only gunfire and slaughter!

  A dark grey ash filled the sky over this small town, in this hazy English town lit by flames, a fierce street battle broke out between the Allied forces defending their homeland and the Red Army with the goal of "liberating" the world.

  The Allied soldiers guarding here had long been mentally prepared for a fierce battle. Hiding in the dark and narrow sewers, under the dim light of kerosene lamps, people can even see the sweaty face under the gas mask.

  When the loudspeaker announced the start of the battle, these soldiers stood up from the dirty ground one after another, gazing at their captain who led them in guerrilla warfare, and a kind of jade-shattering military spirit suddenly ignited in their eyes!

  Christopher said to them during the general mobilization before the war: "Use up the last drop of blood in your body to defend her! Just like defending your mother, guard her! Not for anything else, just to prove to that group of Russian bastards that you are men who died with three legs facing the sky! Rather than those royal nobles who ran away early and had no eggs!"

  This is a fight for them to maintain their last bit of dignity, or it may be the last battle in their lifetime!

  The battle had reached its climax from the very beginning.

  The armies of the two countries engaged in a fierce battle for every building and even every floor. As a result, the fighting inevitably fell into uncontrollable chaos, and it was impossible for troops to act in an organized manner, they could only fight in small groups or squads, sometimes just one or two people were an effective combat unit.

  For Christopher, this was exactly what he pursued. The more chaotic the alley battle was, the more advantageous it was for the Allied forces. The officers and soldiers were fighting in their own city, with an advantage over the Soviet Red Army officers and soldiers who had come from afar. However, the Soviet Navy's Marine Corps did not easily give up the hard-won spoils of war - although these buildings were all battered, every building was defended to the death. The battle unfolded on the east side of the Central Communications Tower Building, at the train station and around the Chrysler Building, extending into the crisscrossing subway tunnels. No one retreated, machine guns, rifles, hand grenades, rocket launchers, bayonets were all exerting their maximum war effort. The fierce fighting continued unabated.

  However, facing the second wave of more and more Red Army heavy troops entering the streets, this small street guarded by only 400 Allied soldiers suddenly felt a strong pressure.

  The Allied soldiers hiding behind the reinforced concrete bunker were instantly blown to pieces by the incoming Soviet rocket artillery, and the concrete bunker was no match for the direct hit of the "Red Star" rocket. Instantly, the Allied soldiers guarding there suffered casualties. The Russians would not spare this beautiful inland city, they used light tanks and howitzers to approach the target and blast building after building.

  Christopher, of course, won't do it. You can afford to lose more people, but I only have 2,000 pawns here! (1,000 militiamen were killed or wounded in the battle this morning) If one dies, I'll be short one...

  "Chris immediately ordered: 'C squad, quickly shift positions, don't get caught up in the fight! Shift to M1 position and unite with D team! After firing 3 bases of ammunition, continue shifting to M3 position!'"

  As soon as the order was given, the Allied soldiers who were gritting their teeth and holding on just a moment before instantly lit up with the weapons and equipment around them, then like mice they scurried into the sewers. Then through the complex sewer network they quickly arrived at the designated position.

  The Red Army commander in charge of the assault on Beit Street, seeing that the accursed firing point had gone out, ordered his men to quickly enter the town and seize the high ground and various advantageous positions. However, when he advanced less than 100 meters, at a crossroads next to a trash can, that accursed gunfire started again...

  Both sides fought extremely fiercely, although the Allies were busy and miserable, but the Red Army stopped its advance here. This Red Army unit made slow progress in this mouse-like guerrilla warfare on Beth Street.

  But on another battlefield, the Red Army's offensive was a smooth and triumphant advance.

  The Bailey Bridge was built in 1840, and the purpose of building this bridge at that time was to help people cross the Brighton River, so that the goods transported from Port Potsdam could reach inland more quickly. This simple wooden civilian bridge 125 years later became a modern interchange highway bridge, even becoming the lifeline of the small town of Brighton.

  But today, young soldiers who grew up in this small town will pay their own lives for this reinforced concrete bridge that they wouldn't even look at in peacetime!

  As the battle began, the Allied command post located at the bridgehead was destroyed by a barrage of artillery fire from the 1st Marine Regiment (originally a regiment-sized force but now down to about battalion strength). The blast not only destroyed the command post itself but also killed the battalion commander who was directing the defense of the bridge. Also destroyed was the critical detonator for the bridge's demolition charges.

  The Allied soldiers, having lost their commander, could only fight on their own, forming a layered defense line with each platoon. But it was impossible to defeat the Red Army's armored vehicles with just flesh and blood! The Red Army warriors' offensive was like a tidal wave, with several armored vehicles lined up in a row, and under the terrifying firepower of the automatic machine guns placed on top, they were instantly annihilated. The soldiers who managed to escape were also quickly knocked down by the pursuing armored vehicles, and the brutal drivers crushed them with a cruel smile as they screamed...

  Watching his subordinates being taken down like chickens and ducks on the big screen, or rather, pawns. Christopher expressionlessly rotated the ruby-tipped cane in his hand, to him, all of this was just a bloody game of chess. No matter how many pawns he lost, he wouldn't bat an eye. As long as he could complete his goal in the end, that's all that mattered.

  On another big screen, the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles on Bette Street were displayed, and he himself was giving them tactical guidance from time to time. However, looking back at the Belichick Bridge, since the start of the war, Christopher seemed to have forgotten about them, not even asking about their life or death.

  Why is there such a big difference between before and after?

  Were they all born and died for their hometown? Were they all just protecting him, the highest commander. Why?

  Chris didn't answer you, he muttered in a low voice: "Come on and attack... Come on and enter this gate of hell..."

  On August 6, at 5 pm, the Soviet Red Army's First Naval Infantry Brigade finally broke through the blocked Belekhov Bridge and reached the vicinity of the Central Communications Tower.

  The enemy is at the city gate!

  Everything is going to end, we won. Upon receiving the good news from the front line, Kukov's old face finally showed a hint of relief and joy. This battle that determined the situation on the European battlefield has finally been settled! Our army has already attacked the enemy command department, and in just a moment, our army will be able to achieve a complete victory! From now on, my Soviet Red Army can finally fight with the US-led Allied forces on the Atlantic coast! The front line has finally pushed into enemy territory!

  Kukov had been thinking of having a drink to release the pressure that had been building up since the start of the war, but just as he sat down in his chair and before the tea cup even reached his lips, the face of Intelligence Officer Dasha appeared on the screen again.

  "Congratulations, Comrade Marshal. You've finally succeeded, you've taken Brighton, our army can now launch a homeland war against Britain!" Dashar's face was also filled with joy at this moment.

  "Hehehe..." Kukov smiled but didn't answer, taking a small sip of his black coffee.

  "Comrade Commander-in-Chief, I just received a message from the Allied Command Headquarters opposite us." Daxia suddenly said with his head tilted to one side. Then he turned the camera back again.

  Christopher, still with a smile on his face, applauded as soon as he saw him and said: "Very good, very powerful tactics. It's really worthy of General Kukov." Although his mouth was saying words of admiration, his eyes revealed more disdain and contempt, as if he hadn't lost yet.

  "Are you coming over to surrender this time?" Kukhov couldn't believe that the Allies, who had been pushed to such a desperate situation, still had any chance of turning things around.

  "Huh, do you still remember our previous bet?" Chris suddenly said. "We clearly stated that if I were to catch you, then you'd lose. But obviously, I'm still sitting here..."

  "You've been cornered by me, what else do you want to play? You little yellow-haired kid..." Kukov said coldly.

  A sly smile suddenly appeared on Chris's face.

  "This time I came here is to explain one thing..."

  He placed the red lacquered cane with the crimson gemstone button at its tip in front of him, his thumb resting on the button.

  "This battle..."

  Press down gently. Christopher suddenly revealed a demon-like ferocious face.

  "You're the one who lost..."

  Rumble! Rumble!

  A deafening crash!!

  In an instant, a string of continuous explosions occurred more than 100 meters high on the west side of the central communication tower, which was over 500 meters high! One after another, pale blue fireballs appeared at the foot of this skyscraper! The First Marine Corps Regiment, which was still making final preparations for battle, stopped its various activities and looked up at the towering giant in the town, while the firepower on Beilie Street also stopped, as if both sides were stunned by this sudden change.

  The battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

  Then, waves of metallic wails echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield, as if mourning for the vengeful spirits drifting in the wind around, and the towering central communication tower began to tilt westward.

  The assault team of the Marine Corps suddenly felt something was wrong, they quickly turned around and rushed back to the west-facing bridge, in their panic, they knocked down their companions who were still advancing from behind, unaware of what was happening. The scene was chaotic. But it was too late. With a final mournful creak, the metal framework of the central communication tower collapsed, the entire building tilted and pressed down towards the north, like a fallen giant, its massive body crashing down onto the west-facing bridge corridor surrounded by flames! (Who the hell just detonated that grenade?)

  The black shadow quickly covered the fleeing 1st Marine Division, and the sunlight in the corridor disappeared, replaced by darkness in an instant. Some soldiers even forgot to escape, but stared blankly at the dark shadow pressing down on their heads like a mountain. The flames around lit up the bridge deck, and the metal shells of various armored vehicles parked on the big bridge were reflected by the flickering flames on both sides, shining brightly in the darkness. This scene only existed for a few seconds, and then the giant central communication tower completely pressed down. The high-intensity alloy-made killing weapons made by humans seemed as fragile as paper shells at this moment, their seemingly strong bodies now looked so small, one after another steel armored monster was crushed like eggs under a giant stone, quickly shattered into pieces, and turned into metal pies with blood and flesh in the ruins with a deafening roar.

  But that's not the worst, the central communication tower weighing tens of thousands of tons crashed onto the bridge deck with a loud crash, instantly smashing the bridge and triggering a chain reaction. The 2-kilometer-long overpass collapsed in an instant. The Red Army on the bridge deck that had not been hit by the communication tower was also swept away by the collapsing bridge deck to the bottom.

  The 1st Regiment of Soviet Naval Infantry was completely annihilated!!!!!!

  "Hahaha, Kukov, what a gift!" Ignoring the complex expression on Kukov's face, a mix of shock, incredulity, anger and more. Kristof looked at the western corridor completely covered by the central communication tower and the enemy plane signals disappearing one after another, and burst out laughing maniacally, his face a blend of excitement, cruelty, and relief, looking particularly eerie.

  This tactic was determined long before Christopher saw the height and position of the Central Communications Tower. In order to make this tactic play its maximum role, he had to calculate the attack position and dispersion of Kukov's troops. If Kukov adopted an interlaced siege, then he could only rely on constantly mobilizing the peripheral missile forces to attract and concentrate the enemy on the east side of Beth Street. This would leave a complete reversal opportunity for the west. At the same time, in order not to be interrupted by the Red Army's predetermined plan on the east side, he spent a lot of effort on the eastern battlefield! He could even sacrifice the entire western bridge guard army! It was all for this opportunity to annihilate Kukov's 1st Marine Brigade!

  Ps... Done... More than 6000 words... So tired...