Chapter Sixteen: Chaos Ensues

  "It's impossible! Impossible! Impossible!" Kukhov shouted at the top of his lungs.

  The situation turned upside down in an instant, and the opportunity for victory slipped away. In just a blink of an eye, Chris annihilated the 1st Marine Brigade, which Kukhov had placed great hopes on, with lightning speed and earth-shaking momentum!

  His brown hair had become dry and brittle, with split ends. Kukhov's face was gaunt, his angular cheekbones twisted in a scowl. His bright blue eyes, bloodshot, had turned red. He shouted...

  "This can't be! This can't be! I must be dreaming! Yes, I must be dreaming!" Kukov was eager to find a bug in the real world to prove that he existed in the virtual.

  Christopher's eyes, which had regained their usual cold expression on the screen, were filled with intense contempt as he looked at Kukov.

  "Is that your last word?" Christopher shook his head in despair. "Has the excessive failure already driven you insane? So, even the great marshal of the Soviet Union, Nikolai Kukov, has fallen to this extent..."

  Hearing Chris's sarcastic remarks, Kukov twitched the corner of his mouth a few times. But after taking several deep breaths of fresh air, he regained his composure.

  "You're really despicable, Kristopher Wilson." Kukov emphasized his name. "You deliberately made a bet with me before and even exposed your hiding place just to make me think you were at the last step. And what was the purpose of this so-called bet? Was it to make me deploy all my forces without reserve, giving you an opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop?"

  Kukuf is Kukuf, after all, the old general who has been diligent for 20 years, his battlefield experience is not something to be taken lightly. After calming down, he analyzed Christopher's strategic intentions like unraveling a cocoon.

  Christopher's mouth corners slightly smiled, ginger is indeed old and spicy. It's okay to play with him occasionally, but if you have a head-on confrontation with him, it's really hard to say who wins or loses.

  After all, this time's victory was really quite lucky. If it wasn't for Kukov's carelessness, if it wasn't for the terrain of Brighton, or if the Marines' position wasn't just right at the big bridge, even with an army twice as large as Kristof's, he wouldn't have had the confidence to withstand Kukov's Iron Lion's charge, let alone annihilate Kukov's ground forces!

  After all, this time's victory was really quite lucky. If it wasn't for Kukov's carelessness, if it wasn't for the terrain of Brighton, or if the Marines' position wasn't just right at the big bridge, even with an army twice as large as Kristof's, he wouldn't have had the confidence to withstand Kukov's Iron Lion's charge, let alone annihilate Kukov's ground forces!

  However, the deed is done. No matter how much Kukov wants to turn back time, he can't bring back the First Marine Division that was smashed into meat patties.

  The two people staring at each other on the screen fell silent for a long time before Kukov spoke up, "But I haven't lost yet."

  "Is that your independent 2nd Aviation Regiment? Ah, yeah, the ones with those heavy Kirov airborne assault ships." Christopher said nonchalantly. "Although their bombing power is strong, but their flight speed... let's not mention it. But according to calculations, these guys should have arrived at our left rear flank by now..."

  This guy... how did he know!!!! Just as I was thinking about Nikolai/Kochkin, he brings over some absolutely terrible news.

  The Kirov battalion that had secretly made its way to the outskirts of the city was ambushed by four Apollo fighter squadrons that suddenly appeared and were completely shot down!

  Having heard Nikolai's intelligence, Kukov's face had a further tendency to turn black.

  It seems that Kryukov's sudden change in complexion was noticed by Chris, who immediately inferred the intelligence and estimated that our reinforcements had arrived!

  The corners of his mouth slightly upturned, a triumphant gleam of joy shone on Christopher's handsome face.

  "It's come to this... Our troops should be winning by now, right?" Chris thought. "What our troops need to do now is to inflict as many casualties on Kukhov's remaining forces as possible, to reduce the pressure for the next European counterattack strategy."

  Christopher hung up the communication and continued to command the battle again.

  After Nicholas finished the intelligence, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he looked at Kukov with a hesitant expression. Kukov looked at Nicholas in confusion, and the latter silently handed him a sealed envelope containing the intelligence report.

  Koukou pulled open the outer envelope and unfolded the letter.

  The words in this intelligence are not many, but the content above is enough to cost lives!

  "On August 4, the Imperial Japanese Army invaded Port Arthur. Our troops are powerless to resist, and Port Arthur has already fallen before this telegram was sent. The situation is urgent! We await speedy reinforcements! — Nikolai Moskvyn"

  In the spacious command room, only Marshal Kukov was left, looking lost. He stared blankly at the high-ranking coffee cup that had been smashed to pieces, speechless for a moment. As the deputy commander, Nikolai saw the commander's daze and understood that Marshal Kukov was now struggling intensely in his heart. In order not to disturb the highest leader's next decision, he also stood quietly in the command room waiting for the marshal's instructions.

  The sudden silence in the command room was eerie, with only the occasional sound of waves crashing against the ship's hull outside the window and the heavy breathing of the two people left.

  It wasn't until about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea that Kukuf finally made a move. His throat made a few strange movements, and with his lips tightly pursed, he uttered a word that was no louder than the hum of a mosquito's wings.

  "Withdraw troops..."

  This brief vocabulary sounds both faint and obscure, it can be imagined that Kukuf is speaking out with great pain and shame.

  The pain is that this sentence of his means giving up the 1,000 Soviet officers and men who are still fighting bloody battles on Bet Street, and the shame is such an extremely inglorious abandonment of the army!

  Hearing the highest commander's order to retreat, Nikolai naturally did not dare to be slow. He saluted Kukov with a military salute, then turned around and left the command room to pass on the order to his subordinates. To be honest, Nikolai was still somewhat dissatisfied with Kukov's order to withdraw, but compared to stubbornly resisting to the end and getting a heroic death, Nikolai would rather let more soldiers live an ordinary life, because when he was young, he had made an unforgivable mistake for this very reason.

  Seeing Nikolai exit the command room, Kukov was like he suddenly lost all his strength and heavily fell onto the armchair, then sank into a deep sleep.

  At the same time, a fleet of magnetic storm speedboats was racing rapidly on the surface of the North Sea.

  "Aji! Can't you speed up any further? We're already late!" Xiao Bingjia shouted at Deputy Commander Aji Nate.

  "Commander, this is already our top speed! We're now sailing against the current, so naturally our speed will drop significantly!" Ajie explained.

  "Damn it! What a devilish current!" Xiao Bingjia cursed loudly at the rapidly flowing seawater below.

  Since getting anxious didn't help, Xiao Bing Jia simply smashed the jar and stormed back into the captain's quarters to sleep with his head covered.

  But somehow, Xiao Bing Jia couldn't fall asleep no matter how he tossed and turned on the recliner. By the way, it was currently 5:10 pm. It had been 12 hours since the future tank annihilation battle.

  It's really a coincidence, just two minutes after Xiaobing Jia destroyed the future tank, that transport ship had already started to tilt and leak water. In desperation, Xiaobing Jia had no choice but to abandon the ship, of course, Xiaobing Jia took the opportunity to take away the two "hands" of the future tank. As someone who has played games, Xiaobing Jia naturally knew that the biggest secret of the future tank was in those two hands. The riot beam and subspace vibration wave were emitted from an unknown machine in those two hands. As for his body, it was just a low-intelligence biological computer and some simple human-like components. It can be said that as long as you grasp these two "hands", the future tank is yours!

  Just as Xiao Bing Jia ordered the naval soldiers on the ship to move those two away and withdraw, the transport vessel of several thousand tons quietly disappeared into the dark vast ocean.

  And now, those two hands are covered with a waterproof cloth, quietly lying in the corner of their own command ship cabin.

  Xiao Bingji is now idle with nothing to do, and he lifts his left hand in front of his eyes.

  Concentrate your body's attention completely on your left hand.

  It has appeared again... This intangible blade.

  Carefully observed. Thinner than a cicada's wing, lighter than a swan feather, yet harder and sharper than steel! Emitting rainbow-colored light, a purely spiritual killing tool made of spiritual energy!

  Can easily cut through steel, yet it's just an intangible spiritual force. A nightmarish soul-stealing instrument is now in my hands.

  It grew directly from my wrist, and the colored blade emitted an ominous glow... Is this what my spiritual power has transformed into?

  I'm not Wutong game... damn it...

  What dark magic, ancient pharaohs... has nothing to do with me at all!

  This "sword". Well, let's just call it a sword for now. Although I had tested my spiritual power to the limit many times before, this kind of situation never occurred. But anyway... This sword seems to have appeared after that woman showed up.

  That woman... what kind of person is she? Why did she want to help me? And also...

  She... why does she want to see me?

  Recalling that moment when I was almost dead. A humanoid figure made entirely of light, with eyes that seemed to contain countless emotions. Mysterious words...

  The broken threads can't form a complete line at all.

  "Oh no! This is so annoying!"

  Xiao Bingjia complained thus.