Chapter 28: Blooming in the Night Sky of Death

  "Sir, are you sure you want to do this?" The communications officer in front of him said with a difficult expression, then whispered: "This is treason..."

  Xiao Bingjia's face was filled with rage, and he shouted loudly: "Can't we do it this way? If we waste time fighting the Allied Forces like this, not to mention escaping safely, we'll be destroyed together with them by that idiot Kukufu's revenge attack!" Xiao Bingjia paused for a moment, then said: "Also, quickly send this message in plain code to the entire battlefield! Make sure the Allied Forces receive this message! The faster the better!"

  "But..." The communications officer looked embarrassed.

  "This action concerns the lives of over 1,000 people in the entire army! Whatever happens afterwards, I will take full responsibility!" Xiao Bingjia grasped his shoulder tightly and said solemnly, staring into his eyes.

  "Yes!" Since the superior had already made up his mind, there was nothing more to be said. The communications officer saluted Shao Bing and then turned around and ran out of the command center.

  Watching the messenger run out of the command room, Xiao Bing Jia first took a few breaths of dry air, then opened his mouth to issue orders to those below:

  "Sound the assembly call, inspect the troops!"

  At the same time, in the Soviet Baikonur Cosmodrome Control Centre on the Syr Darya river in central Kazakhstan, engineers for the Magellan spacecraft were also busy with tense preparations.

  "The third-level magnetic satellite's descent parameters have been set, the enemy will have nowhere to hide. Comrade General," reported the Magnetic Satellite Engineer to the Satellite Control Center Commander.

  "Detonate the magnetic satellite! Target - mainland Britain, Brighton!" Commander Korolev ordered decisively.

  "Yes!" The engineer shouted, his hands swiftly inputting several codes on the control panel. Suddenly, the entire control room turned bright red, and the computer speakers continuously emitted a sweet, mixed electronic sound: "Third-level magnetic satellite self-destruction program initiated, third-level magnetic satellite self-destruction program initiated. Final check in progress... password confirmation correct, parameter detection results normal, self-destruction program entering countdown, self-destruction program entering countdown. Estimated to land at destination in 2 hours."

  Looking ahead at the busy staff, Krylov's mouth corners curved into a slight arc, and his narrowed eyes revealed icy killing intent.

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  Treading on the cold cobblestone ground, Xiao Bing stepped up onto a mound one step at a time. The square suddenly fell silent, with only the whistling evening wind blowing by, dispersing the dust in the streets and sending it swirling through the air.

  Xiao Bingji looked out and saw that in front of him were the remnants of the 107th Red Army Marine Corps, hastily gathered together. The daytime battle had killed most of their comrades, and they didn't even have time to grieve before facing an even more brutal and humiliating fight. Although they won a small victory tonight, when they learned that their nominal commander, He Zeliang, had unfortunately died on the battlefield, it instantly crushed the morale of this team to freezing point.

  At this moment, they still hold in their hands well-equipped Russian-made automatic or semi-automatic weapons, but Xiaobing Jia always feels that something is missing from them. This feeling is like you are facing a lion that has been locked in a cage for years and has had all its sharpness and majesty ground away by steel bars, leaving it weak and timid.

  Before their eyes was still the great army they were familiar with, wearing the same bright red uniforms, although the continuous high-intensity battles had eliminated all the inferior ones in the army, leaving only some robust men. However, these men also looked listless and pale, many of them didn't even have a decent weapon, some simply held empty hands, their expressions dull, faces bewildered, as if they didn't know why they were living or fighting.

  Their eyes did not have a murderous aura, even if they were holding the most advanced weapons, they were still a group of farmers who only knew how to be weak in character.

  This is completely an army that has lost its soul!

  An army may be defeated, but it can never be conquered!

  An army that has lost its commander and is poorly equipped can still fight to the last man without retreating, relying on the faith they have always upheld! But an army that has lost its soul but is fully equipped will be completely defeated by a single charge of the enemy! Because those who have lost their souls no longer know what it's like to win, nor do they know why they want to win. All they know is to stand on the battlefield, fire at the enemy, and die in battle to fulfill their innate mission - nothing more!!

  To think that relying on this flock of sheep to escape from Brighton and return safely to the Soviet Union, and then take advantage of the fact that both Japan and the Soviet Union are exhausted from fighting each other - what a huge joke!

  In the cold and dark night, amidst the howling wind, Xiao Bingjia achieved his initial transformation from a miscellaneous soldier to a general. From the bewildered eyes of the Red Army soldiers, Xiao Bingjia accurately captured their most humble desire at this moment - they wanted victory, they wanted a triumphant win like before!

  And at this moment, victory will be created in your own hands!

  The biting cold wind blew, causing the leather greatcoat draped over Xiao Bingjia's shoulders to flap loudly. However, his dark eyes suddenly burst forth with a fierce glow, and he raised his proudly held head, gazing straight ahead as an aura of tragic yet turbulent energy began to wildly emanate from his body. (The legendary aura of a king?)

  "I want victory! I want to live! I want to return to the Soviet Union alive with countless honors!"

  This was the opening remarks of Xiao Bing Jia, but it immediately grasped the hearts of the Red Army soldiers. Yes, they wanted victory, a great victory like in the past! They also wanted to return to their motherland with countless honors and receive praise from countless people as heroes...

  "I once heard that the Soviet Motherland's army is the best in the world! They are invincible, and can conquer any place! Any enemy will be swallowed up like a piece of bread!"

  Xiao Bingjia's speech continued, and the eyes of the Red Army soldiers below were no longer dull, nor whispering to each other. Xiao Bingjia painted a wonderful picture for them that they once had. Who wouldn't want such a battle?

  "I've also heard that Soviet girls are the most beautiful and charming women in the world! But they don't fancy those fat-bellied landlords or rich peasants. They fancy our bravest and most fearless Red Army soldiers! We're the happiest army in the world! We can take seven, eight, ten beautiful Russian girls home to sleep with us, and it's only once a year that we get a turn!"

  "Haha." The Red Army soldiers below burst into laughter, although the words were a bit exaggerated, but they evoked a sense of familiarity and closeness from these rough Russian warriors. This was the life that every man dreamed of, except for Baralayka, who had slightly woken up on the edge, twitched her small mouth, and flashed a hint of annoyance in her beautiful eyes.

  Xiao Bing changed his tone and began to get to the point.

  "But...do you guys match?"

  The atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

  "The strongest army is you bunch of dejected, good-for-nothing wretches? Look at yourselves now, do you still think you deserve the title of invincible and unbeatable? Are those Red Army soldiers I mentioned earlier really people like you?" Xiao Bing甲 stretched out his index finger (in Russia, pointing at someone with one's index finger is considered very rude), his face full of disdain.

  "Are all the Soviet girls blind? Are they all taken by you bunch of good-for-nothings?! I'm ashamed for you!" Xiaobing's face twisted in anger as he slapped his own cheek. Then, pointing his thumb at the opposite side and then pointing downwards: "Do you know what this means? You - are no good!"

  As a man, the most taboo word was thrown by Xiao Bing Jia onto the head of the opposing Red Army.

  Someone in the opposing army immediately protested: "Commander, you can't insult us like that!"

  "What? Still insult you? Insulting you is already a compliment to you! Are you worthy of being called human now? After being defeated once or twice, you've become this kind of thing?! Ah?! So you still know how to insult?! So you also remember that you have roots and eggs?! I thought you had all forgotten that you are men!"

  The soldier opposite him suddenly had an extremely humiliated expression on his face.

  The eyes of the original Xiao Bing Jia's assault team and other defeated soldiers who were watching from the side gradually lost their emptiness and coldness, a faint spark began to burn slowly in the depths of their eyes, something they once had, but later gradually drifted away from, seemed to be slowly returning to their bodies, this thing is called blood nature!

  "If you get knocked down, just find your way back! If he hits you with one punch, hit him back with two! If he hits you with two punches, hit him back with ten! Beat him until he's covered in bruises and urine! Beat him until he doesn't dare to fight you again! Beat him until he runs away when he sees you! What's the worst that could happen? It's just one life, right? 18 years later, it'll still be a good... uh, Russian man!"

  Bielkowski was worried at first, but now he too was infected by Xiao Bing's words. He clenched his fists tightly and muttered to himself: "What about Russia?"

  Although Balalaika's body was still very weak, her beautiful eyes were completely filled with Xiaoling's figure at this moment.

  "Only the bravest and most valiant warriors are worthy of being called Russian men! Those who have already forgotten how to fight are all mama's boys and running dogs, scum!"

  "So, tell me! Do you want to be a bum or a Russian man?"

  Xiao Bing Jia waved his hand and threw his military uniform into the air, instantly triggering an explosion of gunpowder barrels below.

  "Russian man! Russian man! Russian man!"

  The rest of the Red Army soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they also reacted and started shouting loudly. At this moment, these defeated soldiers felt that the blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling again, and that long-lost feeling seemed to have returned to their bodies!

  The Red Army soldiers burst into a frenzy, as if they had returned to their former passionate state. Their emotions were fully mobilized, and the scene was no longer as dull as it had been earlier. The atmosphere had finally come alive. This was just the first step in Xiao Bing's escape and fight for survival, allowing these soulless troops to infuse his thoughts and ideas into themselves.

  "Will the light shout slogans? If you are a real man, do it for me to see!" Xiao Bingjia pointed forward with his arm and shouted loudly. Seeing that the originally dull soldiers began to become spirited, Bierfuska and Ajiment exchanged a glance, they both saw admiration in each other's eyes, at this moment, only the young but energetic boy on stage could inspire the army's morale under such difficult circumstances, making them regain their fighting spirit.

  "Alright!" Xiao Bing shouted loudly, waiting for the excited Red Army soldiers to calm down before continuing in a loud voice. "Do you see ahead? That's our enemy, those damned - Allied Forces! If we want to return to the Soviet Union and live the heroic life we've always dreamed of, we must first get rid of these annoying Allied soft eggs opposite us. Whoever dares to block our way, we'll chop off their heads, even if it's the President of the United States from the White House in New York!"

  The crowd was initially stunned, and then suddenly erupted into a thunderous applause. Xiao Bing's extremely arrogant words not only did not provoke their disgust, but instead gave them a feeling - Ah, this is the momentum that our Red Army heroes should have!

  "Alright! Now! This moment! It's now! Those who want to be worthy of the title 'Russian man'... just follow me! I'll take them to find that kind of life right now!"

  "Hurray!! Hurray! Hurray!"

  The Red Army soldiers responded with a loud shout, their eyes burning fiercely, as if the wonderful life was already beckoning to them.

  At the same time, the Allied Provisional Headquarters.

  Jill Reese looked at the white paper in her hand and chuckled. Then she handed it to Christopher, who was posing as thinking on his desk, and said with a sneer:

  "These Russian devils, I don't even know what to say about them. If they're afraid, why not just send a surrender letter directly? Why bother sending this 'pre-war warning'? Do they really think we're fools? Using such a ridiculous excuse to deceive us into withdrawing our troops... Ha ha..."

  Christopher was silent for a moment, one hand under his chin, his eyes fixed intently on the sheet of paper in front of him, which had been sent to him by the enemy in plain code before the war.

  Unlike Giroux, his intuition told him that everything said in this intelligence was very likely to be true. However, he did not dare to use the already besieged Allied forces to test the authenticity of this intelligence. If this intelligence is false, it will be the enemy's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Then, the blame for this mistake would fall entirely on his head.

  This offense alone is enough to bring his political career to an early end.

  But if this intelligence is true, what then? Would his own troops, including his own life, really become like the intelligence said, "together with our army, turn to ashes in the great calamity"?

  Christopher, who was naturally cautious, did not dare to stake the lives of all his troops on a single gamble on the eve of victory.

  Christopher, trapped in a cycle of thought, couldn't help but let out a long sigh. In low spirits, he left the command room and walked to the outside of the door with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the starry night sky.

  His eyes were distant and no one could guess what he was thinking. Perhaps he was lamenting the complexity of war, or perhaps he was mourning for the lives lost in this land.

  But in an instant, Christopher's eyes widened in extreme astonishment, his face filled with incredulity, as if he had discovered some ancient evil lurking in the night sky. After a few twitches of his mouth, he shouted loudly: "How is this possible... Not good!"

  Jill Risher suddenly stood up and said in a low voice: "Chris?"

  "Hurry!" Christopher exclaimed, "Order the front line units to withdraw immediately! No, it's a full retreat! Pull all troops out of Brighton! All of them!"

  "What, retreat after shrinking!?" Jill Riss exclaimed in disbelief. "Chris, the current situation is extremely favorable to our army, it's a great opportunity to pursue and expand the victory, why do we need to shrink back? Moreover, my rear support troops have already fully deployed, and there's no way to retreat even if we want to!"

  "What's wrong with you?! Can't you hear me?!" Christopher burst into a rage, using an anger that Jill had never seen before. He immediately shouted again, "Didn't you hear my order?! Tell the front-line troops to retreat at once!"

  "Understood!" Jill Riss let out a low growl and immediately turned around and strode away.

  As he watched Jill Riss's figure disappear into the distance, Christopher couldn't help but remove his white gloves to wipe away the cold sweat that had beaded on his forehead. He muttered to himself in a low voice: "I hope my worries are unnecessary... less than 2 hours... can I really make it?"

  Death... will bloom tonight