Chapter Twelve Chris's Trump Card

  P.S. The author accidentally clicked 'yes' in a certain infinite pop-up window last time and is now searching for the meaning of life.

  The night was deep, and all things had entered the land of dreams. But in the darkness, the small town of Brighton was not a single person sleeping. Everyone opened their eyes to gaze at the Soviet landing fleet that was shining brightly on the distant sea surface.

  Although the daytime battle effectively thwarted the Soviet Navy's landing operations with heavy coastal artillery and various landmines buried on the beach, giving huge casualties to the vanguard marine corps, Girilis Prins, as the actual commander of this campaign, was not blinded by the victory in front of him.

  Although the gains of the daytime were rich, they were based on the enemy commander's lack of understanding of the essence of amphibious warfare and the meteorological conditions of the coastal city. If the two armies really had a head-on confrontation in fine weather with their full strength, it is estimated that his less than 3,000 soldiers would be settled within the time of an afternoon tea by the enemy.

  Besides, these 3000 people are not completely soldiers in the true sense. Among them, there are only 800 real soldiers, and the remaining 2200 people are composed of a large number of untrained militia, police and patriotic youth, among whom there are even old men and children who have never held guns.

  They really were going to challenge the Soviet Red Navy, which would be even stronger and more ferocious tomorrow, with just this motley crew. Gillis had no bottom line at all in his heart.

  What's even more depressing for Gil Riss is that he originally had a British aircraft carrier joint fleet to assist him, but the latest intelligence shows that this aircraft carrier named after Prince William of England was actually intercepted by the enemy's North Sea Joint Fleet halfway, and is currently engaged in an intense battle and can't get away for the time being.

  Incidentally, let's mention all the heavy weapons in the hands of the Gilbreath Brighton garrison at this moment: 4 old heavy coastal defense guns (due to years of neglect, these 4 guns were completely destroyed and unusable after an afternoon of shelling), 3 Guardian tanks (half-damaged), and 10 multi-purpose infantry fighting vehicles that are still usable (5 of which have been damaged in the daytime battle). 20 Harpoon rocket launchers, and various rifles n.

  How am I supposed to hit this?!

  As soon as he thought of the huge gap between the two armies, a shadow instantly loomed over Gilreis's handsome face. "Ah..." He sighed and wanted to take another sip of the red tea on his desk to relieve his stress, but the expensive teacup was already empty. The annoyed Gilreis heavily knocked on the desk, causing the documents on it to scatter all over the place, and also startling the female mechs who were working overtime in the office.

  Just as Gillis was having a fit, a tall and straight figure strode in from the office door. It was Christopher. As soon as he saw Gillis's face shrouded in gloom, he knew what was going on.

  He walked over and patted Gillies on the shoulder, comforting him: "Hey, who messed up our Gill like this? I'll go beat him up for you to vent."

  Gill Riss waved his hand impatiently and said, "Stop playing around, you'll know if you look at this document yourself." After that, he handed the telegram to Chris, who took it over and unfolded it to take a look.

  "Whoa, so you're saying the aircraft carrier fleet we were counting on for rescue won't be able to make it here for a while?" Chris's eyebrows furrowed instantly, but his eyes didn't reveal much panic.

  "It's not... Those damned worms, I've told them a million times to watch out for the North Sea Fleet of the Soo Empire, but these brainless idiots can't do anything except attend social parties and masquerade balls all day! " Gillis slammed his fist on the desk again, his face red with rage, like a beast that had lost its mind. "And at the same time, they'll think of ways to waste taxpayers' money." Chris said.

  "————WAAAAAAAHHH!!!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!" Jill Riss clutched her head and let out a loud, exaggerated wail, startling the female mechs once again. At this moment, Jill Riss completely abandoned her previous elegant demeanor, disregarding her image as she hurled vicious insults at the high-ranking military officers who were still attending to various banquets, her words so venomous and language so clever that Chris's eyes widened in amazement.

  About 30 minutes later, Jillris had scolded those officials from their ancestors to their descendants for 18 generations. He was so angry that his mouth was dry and his face was red. He pulled out his tie in a mess and sat down on the armchair with a thud.

  Looking at his colleague who had been scolded to the point of having nothing left to say, Christopher smiled slightly: "How is it, feeling any better?" Gillis stared silently at this companion, this guy was too calm. "It's a bit better. But now I have doubts about how we should face the Soviet army that is about to land."

  "Don't worry, everything is going to be alright." Even though the situation had deteriorated to this point, Christopher still hadn't lost that seemingly fixed, patterned smile on his face. Seeing the disbelieving expression on Jill's face, Christopher revealed a sly grin: "What? You don't believe me?"

  "Believe you! Believe your sister!" Jill's face looked like it was going to erupt again.

  "Really, your impatient temper when you were young hasn't changed. Alright, I'll tell you then. But be sure not to tell anyone else, not even Marian! " After saying that, Chris glanced at the female robots with curious faces, and under Jill's gaze, they all lowered their heads and left the office.

  Glancing around the now empty office, Chris leaned in close to Jill Ressler's head. Whispering a few words, and after listening to Chris's tactical setup, Jill Ressler showed a terrified look.

  "This... this tactic... is really... is really." Jillris stuttered, unable to speak due to the shock Chris gave him being too great.

  "If everything goes as planned, this tactic can at least annihilate an enemy regiment. At most, it can wipe out the entire Kukov landing force!" Christopher's eyes shone with full confidence. "There is no other way!"

  Staring into Christopher's pale green eyes for a moment, Jill finally made up her mind: "Let's do it your way!"

  Seeing the confusion in Jill's eyes was gone, Christopher smiled contentedly and thought to himself: "Alright, my pawns are all ready, as my opponent Kukov, have you prepared your own grave?"

  At the same time, served on the Soviet Navy's flagship "Sovetskaya".

  Kukov was thundering at his subordinates because of a military defeat during the day, he had lost a magnetic storm boat regiment, two naval special brigades, and 500 people's lives were lost due to his poor command. However, this wise Soviet marshal did not admit that it was his fault, on the contrary, he shifted the responsibility to the regimental commander who led the magnetic storm boat regiment in the charge.

  "If it weren't for this guy's cowardice before the battle, losing the opportunity to attack. Under my brilliant command, how could our army possibly suffer a defeat?" Kukov comforted himself.

  Order your subordinates to take this unlucky camp commander out and shoot him. After a mournful howl and the sound of gunfire, everything returned to calm.

  Kukov's face was cold as he spoke to the Soviet officers below, who were silent and still: "Next time, if anyone disobeys orders again, I'll shoot him dead on the spot! No matter who it is!!!"

  The Soviet officers sitting below couldn't help but mutter to themselves: "If it weren't for your blind command, how could we have lost!?"

  Just as Kukov was about to continue his ideological work, the face of Soviet intelligence officer Dashya Fedonovich in a black leather jacket suddenly appeared on the big screen.

  Kukov adjusted his facial expression and resumed his earlier stern look. "Comrade Daxia, is there something I can help you with?" he asked.

  "Comrade Commander-in-Chief, we have just received a message from the Allied Command Headquarters. The other side is using plain code." After finishing speaking, Daxia switched the screen.

  The big screen flickered and the first thing that came into view was a blue iron eagle flag of the Allied Forces. Then the picture gradually zoomed in, switching to another shot.

  "Hello, communist pig." A blond-haired man wearing an Allied military uniform sat on the sofa and sneered at Kukov.

  Kukov of course knew who this sentence was scolding, as it turned out that he had previously sent this sentence to the Allied Command across from him, who would have thought that not only did he fail to fulfill his own promise, but now he was being scolded by the other side.

  "Let's not waste any more words, shall we... let's play a game instead." The blond-haired man said with a sly smile.

  Kukov didn't respond, just staring at him coldly. The blond man smiled and said: "The game rules are very simple, it's to use the military strength of both sides to kill each other, and then the winning side will capture the general of the opposing side. How about that, is this a simple game?"

  "Think you can lure me into your trap? Kid."

  "No, no, no, let me explain first. My current location is at the central communication tower in Brighton town. From the moment you see this message, the game has begun. I won't leave here from start to finish, but you can change your position freely. Hmph~ Isn't this like the relationship between a brave warrior and a great demon king in a fairy tale?"

  "Ah? Do you know that what you're facing now isn't those few brave warriors from the story, but an entire 3 divisions of landing troops?! With such a huge difference in strength, do you still want to resist?!" Kukov paused for a moment "And even if I win this match, so what? And what if you win?"

  "If I win, you will naturally withdraw from this town, and if you win, all the Allied forces in this town will unconditionally lay down their arms and surrender. Moreover...". The blond man suddenly said in a low voice: "Now you should urgently need a major victory as a bargaining chip to counter your arch-nemesis - Anatoly Chudenko."

  When he heard the name Chudienko, Kukov's heart suddenly sank. How did this guy know what I was thinking? Although he is now a Soviet marshal with an unparalleled title, in private, the relationship between Kukov and Chudienko is like fire and water. Every year at the Soviet People's Congress, Chudienko's manipulated representatives would pin a large number of unfounded crimes on his head, but fortunately, over the years, he had also cultivated a lot of his own power. As a result, Chudienko had to consider the thoughts of those forces under him and did not dare to secretly kill Kukov. In order to counter Chudienko's increasingly urgent pressure, Kukov had also recruited a large number of young military officers into his camp over the years, but because these officers were all young, their lack of combat experience caused their military achievements to shrink greatly during this period, which led to Kukov's forces entering a vicious cycle.

  Due to expanding forces - recruiting young officers - reduced war results - heavy losses - in expanding strength.

  After such a long time, this faction will become truly weak and even extinct due to lack of talent.

  Looking at Kukov's face in front of him, which was increasingly lost in thought, the blond man revealed a barely audible smile - success! The plan to lure Kukov into a strong attack had succeeded. But soon, the blond man regained his composure.

  Koukoufu thought for half a day with his head down before he finally gave an answer:

  I accept your challenge! I will dispatch all the military forces at my disposal tomorrow to overthrow you! You wait for us!

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  Looking at Kukuf's last pose on the big screen, Christopher showed an unprecedented bright smile.

  He picked up a white king from the chessboard and began to play with it in his hand.

  "All the chess pieces are ready. Tomorrow, I will use my hometown as the chessboard, flying flesh and blood as the main course, and the sound of guns as accompaniment. With your and your subordinates' corpses as the stepping stone, I will step onto the stage of truly becoming the 'King'!"

  PS: Guess, everyone, what tactics Christopher will use to suddenly crush the enemy's three divisions' attack? By the way, before wiping out the three divisions again, our side won't have any soldiers coming to reinforce.