Chapter Twenty-Four Hmm... Let me try rewriting it in a different tone.

  Today I'll try writing in a different style...

  PS2: Mission 8 is almost done, haha... You guys understand.

  University of Brighton Falmer campus, former headquarters of the 9th Mixed Brigade of the Allied Forces.

  This historic university town, due to the artillery fire and gunpowder smoke that has been going on for days, has already lost its former peace and tranquility. Gone are the passionate loves of the couples of yesteryear, gone too are the diligent silhouettes of the faculty and staff. Everything seems to have become a fleeting cloud. And what was once the spacious and bright office of the university president had now become the tactical command center for the Allied forces.

  And the commander of this newly compiled 9th Mixed Infantry Regiment, Alexis Hill, was now passionately explaining his tactics to his subordinates.

  General Hill's piercing gaze swept across the faces of various Allied commanders, including Christopher, a foreign advisor (because Chris was the Deputy Commander of the US Coast Guard), Air Force Commander Gillis, Colonel Warren, and Colonel Chambers, before he said with burning eyes: "The current situation is now quite clear! What we need to do at this moment is to gather our forces and wipe out those abandoned Russian devils in one fell swoop!"

  "I want the Ninth Legion to be organized by battalion, combined with armored units and land aviation, to drive out one by one those invaders who are still lingering in the streets and alleys, and then devour them all!" After taking a breath, he continued: "It has been verified that at present, the remaining Red Army forces in Brighton have less than two battalions of troops! I plan to let the 223rd and 225th Battalions, which arrived on the ground first, blockade the streets and alleys around Weyland Street, and after stabilizing the situation on the periphery, work together with the local garrison in Brighton to annihilate the last Russian defeated battalion on Weyland Street!"

  As soon as Hill finished speaking, someone stood up to refute him.

  "Sir, I don't think this is the best course of action," said Christopher, glancing at Hill's expression before continuing. "Our troops have been fighting all day and are now at their physical and mental limits. Although our local garrison has received an airdrop resupply from the 9th Division, we still lack sufficient heavy weapons and ammunition. As such, we do not currently possess the capability to launch a frontal assault."

  Hill furrowed his brow, somewhat dissatisfied, and said: "Oh, then how do you think we should fight?" Whoever it is, as long as someone contradicts themselves in front of them, they will feel very unhappy.

  By the way, when a superior asks for your opinion, it's not always because they really want to hear your thoughts. They might just be saying "I don't care, I'm very open-minded" - and you foolishly think they're actually waiting for your suggestions? Little do you know, they've already got their own plan in mind (especially in state-owned enterprises).

  Christopher had just stood up, and the officers around him secretly exclaimed: [He's here! This guy is really here!]

  Looking straight into Hill's piercing gaze, Christopher puffed out his chest and said calmly: "Our local troops should continue to hold their ground at this moment, but they must closely monitor the movements of the Red Army remnants, we must pin them down there until our main force arrives..."

  Is this guy an idiot? Didn't you see that old man Hill's head is steaming? And he's still talking nonstop... Everyone was sweating for Christopher.

  Hill kept his head down, listening to Christopher's "opinions". Every time Christopher said a sentence, the old man's face turned darker. In the end, the old man's face was almost comparable to those black soldiers in the army.

  About 10 minutes later, Christopher ended his 'opinion' with the sentence: "Thus, our army will surely win a great victory!"

  Look at Hill, the old man rubbed his eyes and said with a final glance: "Is that all? Good, tell the messenger to carry out everything according to my previous battle plan."

  The Allied generals said: "....."

  Damn it! Are you kidding me?!

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  Xiao Bing Jia can now loudly say with a pat on his chest.

  God damn it!

  What's wrong? Haven't you heard this phrase before? Kiddo!

  Men are made of clay, women are made of water.

  Of course, Spring Brother is made of cement.

  I don't know if God's aunt has arrived recently, but the good weather that was still fine 5 minutes ago has suddenly turned into a heavy downpour. The Red Army assault team, which was eager to make a move on the ground, was instantly drenched and became a laughing stock.

  Because he and the special forces soldiers were wearing diving tight suits, this heavy rain was nothing to him, just wash his head after going back.

  But the rest of those Red Army infantrymen who were still wearing their red cotton-padded jackets were absolutely miserable. Each jacket became at least twice as heavy after getting wet, not to mention the impact on marching speed, and the sticky feeling of it clinging to their bodies was enough to drive them crazy.

  Comfort is secondary, the key is that this cotton coat becomes quite cumbersome once it gets wet, greatly affecting movement and speed. On the battlefield, losing speed and agility means you can say 'goodbye' to your own life.

  The male soldiers were also domineering, directly taking off their coats. More than 300 old men with bare arms, carrying rifles and hand grenades, were about to go into battle. However, the only female soldier in the army, Bara Leka, couldn't do it.

  What kind of intention is it to let a big girl go to the battlefield with her upper body exposed?

  Balalaika doesn't need to sacrifice herself for the revolutionary cause, at least not to the point of being killed by the opposing alliance.

  Xiao Bingjia thinks he's a good person, um, one with noble sentiments and tastes that have transcended the mundane.

  Growing up in new China since childhood, he who didn't grow under the red flag said very seriously to Bara Leka:

  "Sa, although I couldn't find any women's swimsuits or anything that can be worn on the upper body, wrapping medical bandages around my chest can barely cover up the crucial areas."

  Baralaika's gaze at Xiaobing Jia suddenly became almost cannibalistic, fortunately, Baralaika bit her teeth and wrapped the bandage around her chest, which increased her bust by 5 cm.

  It seems that the scene of killing each other on the battlefield can't be seen anymore...

  P.S. Tonight's word count is indeed very low, can't help it, who made me recently always not in the state? Try a different tone and also adjust my mood at the same time.

  PS2: If you're not satisfied with Zhang tonight, I'll replace this one tomorrow and re-code it.

  PS3: The Confession of Xiao Bing Jia

  Love to spit, love belly black, love Soviet Union, and even more love great Heavenly Dynasty.

  Love to pretend, love to show off, don't like being stupid.

  I love Yuri, I love Choujin. Also love cheating.

  Not Rurushu, nor Kishin possession.

  I am Xiao Bing Jia, the strongest Little Soldier Jia!!

  Blasting seeds is the most loving thing, Ghost King you are not Gaudam ah ~

  Igor is what kind of base friend would not be.

  (ADK-45 assault rifle 3000 RMB)

  Advanced Bearskin Hat

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