Old Bunar gently sipped the coffee in the cup, without much pleasant expression on his face.
He just turned his head and looked at Liszt's shocked eyes next to him.
Instead, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely cold.
He squeezed the cup tightly, and his hoarse voice sounded like he was sharpening a knife.
Old Bunar just nodded slowly, seeming to agree with something: "Yes, all ten reconnaissance troops were damaged, including all of them."
The two reconnaissance troops were wiped out."
Swallowing slowly, even though Liszt held his hands tightly, he still couldn't get rid of the turbulent emotions in his heart.
And he also looked at old Bunar in disbelief.
Looking at the gloomy wrinkles on the old man's face, he finally realized that this was true.
Slowly turning his head, Liszt subconsciously glanced at the expressionless Sofit next to him.
With slow suspicion in his tone, he asked softly: "Is this true?"
"Of course, it's ridiculous, isn't it?
On the soil of the United States, the Soviets wiped out all their own troops."
Putting down the coffee in his hand, the gloom between Old Bunnar's eyebrows became thicker and thicker.
As the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage defense line, he shouldered a far heavier heart than Lister and the others.
Especially the reconnaissance troops that were completely wiped out.
One of them was even caught up and wiped out less than ten kilometers away from the Anchorage defense line.
This was no longer an armed conflict, but a premeditated aggression, and it was the most contemptuous aggression.
How could he endure it?
But Old Bunar lowered his head slightly, clenching his fists tightly: "But so what?
Those politicians are just By talking, we turned our casualties into a skirmish.
They didn’t even know that those we sacrificed on the front line were all young men from the American Federation.”
"They don't want to conflict with the Soviets at all, because part of our troops are still stuck in Mexico.
If we start a war rashly, our data on paper will not look good."
Everyone was slightly silent, and the depressive atmosphere reappeared in the living room.
Old Bunar also seemed to be filled with some kind of anger, clenching his teeth and lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Sofitel coughed slightly.
He looked at the dull and depressing living room, and couldn't help but put on a formulaic smile on his face.
He said lightly: "But fortunately, Captain List successfully wiped out the enemy."
There were only Soviet troops, and many Soviet soldiers were captured.”
"That's the only good news I've heard today."
With a cold snort, Old Bunnar gently hammered the sofa with his fist, and slowly raised his head to look at Liszt, with a wry smile on his lips: "If the U.S. federal troops can be like you, then...
It's really safe."
He said, with a hint of anger in his hoarse voice: "Some reconnaissance troops did not dare to fire even at a distance of 800 meters, and they were still trying to negotiate.
I really I don’t know what’s going on in their heads.”
He had already learned the information.
Except for Lister's reconnaissance unit, the other nine reconnaissance units had suffered heavy losses.
Among them, only two of them had more than half of the casualties and escaped back.
The rest of the reconnaissance troops either fled back on their own after being defeated, or they were all wiped out in place.
He even used battlefield video equipment to see a reconnaissance unit standing guard on the spot, neither firing nor leaving.
Instead, he hoped that the group of Soviets would leave on their own under the pressure of international law and the Anchorage line of defense.
But the outcome was that the group of Soviet soldiers launched an attack within a range of 800 meters.
The battle lasted barely a few minutes.
The reconnaissance unit lost one-third of its combat strength.
Only a small number of scouts used the mountains and forests to The others were either captured or shot to death in the wilderness and forests of Alaska.
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"Then will we organize a counterattack?"
Liszt spoke slowly.
He looked at Old Bunar's gloomy face, but he already had the answer in his heart.
The abandonment of Alaska may have tacitly ceded those areas to the Soviets.
The current border conflict between the two sides, or the Soviets directly slapping the United States in the face, in the eyes of some politicians responsible for stability, this area far away from the mainland of the United States is not suitable for igniting a war between the two major groups.
Military conflicts between the two sides occur almost every year, and even large-scale military confrontations and small-scale wars have occurred.
But that was all more than ten years ago, when energy was still sufficient.
The oil that has almost dried up and the energy crisis sweeping the world have almost stopped military conflicts, large and small.
Even in the Middle East battlefield where nuclear bombs have been used, European and Middle Eastern coalition forces have retreated and declared an armistice, which shows that in some respects, the war has really stopped.
But all this is an illusion.
These temporarily peaceful wars are just preparations for the next more ferocious war.
Lister also knew that after nearly ten years of silence, the last oil field on earth was only in Alaska, and the war had already begun when the Anchorage Defense Line still existed.
The Soviet tanks that have accumulated energy for more than ten years will appear in the wilderness of Alaska.
Along with the terrifying nuclear tanks, stealth suits, and individual Gauss rifles, they will destroy the Anchorage defense line like a flood. , rushed directly towards the United States Federation, and finally appeared on the mainland of the United States Federation.
"Fighting back maybe those politicians will give us a signal to do it."
Shaking his head slowly, Old Bunar rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.
He had not had quality sleep for nearly a week, and now he felt exhausted all over his body.
Gently stimulating his eyebrows with his fingers, he finally sighed slowly, as if he remembered something, and looked at Liszt in front of him and said: "You seem to have a silver steel pipe in your hand."
"You said you found the silver steel pipe from a spy hiding in the reconnaissance force."
Hearing Old Bunnar's words, Lister couldn't help being slightly stunned.
He instantly remembered the spy he had arranged with Sophie and the other two Colonel Leslie in the temporary camp, and captured the Cheney. .
He reached into his pocket and took out the silver steel pipe, handed it to Old Bunnar and said: "That guy's name is Cheney.
He is probably still guarding me in my reconnaissance force.
He seems to know a lot about the Soviet Union.
Okay."
Torture me more.”
"I already know this news.
It is also a great development."
While Old Bunnar stretched out his hand to get rid of the silver steel pipe, Colonel Leslie stood up slowly and dexterously reached over Old Bunard's hand, taking over the silver steel pipe in Lister's hand.
There was a faint smile on his face, but he put the silver steel pipe in his chest pocket with his hand, and just said to the two of them: "This thing records a lot of secret information and needs to be kept carefully."
"Keep it carefully, then I'll leave it up to you."
He frowned slightly, but there was no expression on Old Bunar's face.
He looked at the faint smile on Colonel Leslie's face, stretched out his hand and lightly swept it in front of his eyes, and snorted coldly in his nose: "You'd better pay more attention to your arrangements.
If Captain List hadn't helped you By intercepting this thing, I'm afraid the Soviets have already mastered our intelligence."
"This is our mistake."
Colonel Leslie gently inserted the silver steel tube into his pocket and fastened it like a pen.
But there was still a faint smile on his face, and he didn't even notice the ridicule in Old Bunar's tone.
He just sat on the sofa and listened quietly without saying anything else.
In response to this, Old Bunar snorted slightly, took out a folded white paper from his pocket, handed it to Liszt, and said lightly: "Maybe you can make me feel more relaxed now.
"Liszt reached out and took it, and Old Bunar also sighed and said: "I think it would be more comfortable to leave this task to you."
"Letter of Appointment"
Lister was slightly stunned.
He looked at the white paper in front of him.
A series of characters were mechanically printed on it, and the seal of the United States Federal Command was also stamped on it.
There were not many characters, just a few lines, barely half a page, but Liszt's brows furrowed tightly.
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He looked at the appointment above, but couldn't help but raise his head and look at Old Bunner.
Said: "Assign me to go to the border between Alaska and Canada to establish a guard post."
"Yes, we have discovered several routes that the Canadians and Soviets frequent, and now all we want is to monitor them."
Leaning quietly on the sofa, Old Bunar's gray hair made him look older, especially on his tired face, the scars on his face added a bit of the ravages of time.
He turned to look at Liszt, with sincerity and reassurance in his hoarse voice: "Your ability has been proven on the Mexican battlefield, and today's victory is only deserved."
Looking at the appointment letter in his hand, Liszt placed it on the table in front of him, and at the same time picked up his cup of coffee and put it to his lips and took a sip.
After slowly lowering his head and pondering for a moment, Liszt turned to look at Old Bunar, nodded and said, "When will I set off?"
He said, gently tapping the appointment letter with his finger, but frowning tightly again, He said slowly: "The guard post you mentioned needs to be built again after I go there."
"The edge of the Rocky Mountains is also the remnant of the Rocky Mountains."
Old Bunar nodded slowly.
He looked at Liszt and nodded in agreement, with a smile on his lips.
He nodded lightly and said: "It is adjacent to the Pacific Ocean, not far from a military port in Canada.
Not only is it the border between Alaska and Canada, it also seems to be an important port for the Soviet Union to provide material support to Mexico." s: Regarding the issue of gun names, can I say that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder?
I think writing it like this is really touching.
Moreover, a gun can only contain a few words.
Even if every paragraph is written, it will only contain less than a hundred words: