Surrounded by mountains, this is the remnant of the Rocky Mountains.
Countless mountain ridges have formed folds on the ground.
The ups and downs are like towering ax blades, cutting the sky into countless pieces.
The geological movement that originated hundreds of millions of years ago eventually formed the greatest Rocky Mountains in North America.
And the movement in the following tens of millions of years gradually formed the huge remnants of the Rocky Mountains on the Pacific coast, and also created The continuous splendor outside the main vein of the Rocky Mountains.
This is the eastern coast of the Pacific Ocean, a territory of Canada, the province of British Columbia.
This is a mountainous coastal area famous for its Rocky Mountains.
The towering mountains almost separate the coast from the interior, making it a unique coastal area.
But it is not alone, because Vancouver Island, the largest island in North America, is located in the south.
Whether it is Victoria, the capital of the province above, or Vancouver, the largest city in the northeast, it is one of the economic, cultural and financial centers on the west coast of Canada.
These two cities are less than an hour's drive from Washington State in the United States.
And the city of Victoria is just across the sea from Seattle, the capital of Washington state, across a small bay.
They used to have good economic exchanges, which allowed sufficient development between the three cities.
However, as the second most powerful country in North America created a gap with the United States, one of the two poles of the world, the exchanges between the two sides were interrupted.
No more maintenance could be done.
Wary eyes have appeared in the eyes of the two giant countries.
Both Canada and the United States are looking at their neighboring countries with suspicion.
In particular, Canada was colluding with the Soviets and even allowed Soviet troops to be stationed on its own land.
Even though it was some remote islands, it still made the United States Federation, which is just around the corner, feel some deep fear. .
Just north of Vancouver Island, on the Queen Charlotte Islands in the Pacific Ocean.
Political Commissar Plenyakov's expressionless face also had a bit of frost.
He rolled his brown eyes slightly, but the charred blackness in front of him made his face more and more gloomy.
He slowly spit to the side.
He seemed to be tired of the burning smell, so he covered his nose with his hands to calm down.
He asked slowly: "The elite aviation regiment was transferred from the Bering Strait Command.
All members were killed in this way."
"Except for the rear maintenance personnel, all were killed."
Just behind him, a soldier wearing a civilian uniform was standing upright, but the cold sweat on his temples was flowing down over time.
But he didn't dare to wipe it.
He just stood upright and waited for the political commissar Yakov to ask.
He could quickly wipe it by looking at the notebook in his hand, but his slightly trembling voice also Explaining his inner fear: "It also includes a battalion of the original missile base garrison."
Prenyakov nodded slowly, as if he understood.
But he continued to nod, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Assault rifle seemed to be on guard against the Soviet soldiers.
There was a little confusion in his tone.
He did not look back but still asked the civilian soldier behind him: "Why didn't the maintenance personnel in the rear follow their regiment commander?"
"Dead" His question caused more cold sweat on the face of the civilian soldier behind him, and even the hand holding the notebook became somewhat inoperable due to inner fear.
He was just a freshman graduating from the Moscow Military Academy.
It has not been half a month since he came to this island, but his longing for this half month is just an illusion.
He thought that he should still be sleeping in the college dormitory in Moscow, waiting for the assembly whistle to blow and continue to spend that wonderful but stressful day.
"It's really embarrassing for me that they died like that."
Pren Yakov's eyebrows slightly furrowed on his face.
He sighed softly, but turned directly to look at the more than 20 people standing behind him with their heads hanging down, standing cautiously within a dozen meters.
Soldier.
Their faces were full of fear and uneasiness.
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This made Prenyakov frown more and more, and he couldn't help but said slowly: "Do you still blame me?
I just went to the Bering Strait for a three-day meeting, and it was a mess after I came back."
Spreading his hands slightly, Pulun Yakov's face was full of disbelief, especially when he looked at the people who were looking at him.
More than 20 Soviet soldiers with pleading and longing in their eyes widened their eyes exaggeratedly, spread their hands and said helplessly: "Do you really want to blame me?
Don't be like this, we are all comrades, are you just like this?
Don't you have any responsibility?"
The faces of the more than 20 soldiers were full of panic, but he still nodded and said calmly: "You are very responsible."
"Comrade Political Commissar, please give us a chance to make amends."
Despair appeared on the faces of the more than twenty Soviet soldiers.
They had guessed their dark future, but they were extremely unwilling to do so.
A young man walked out of the desperate companions around him.
With firmness and determination on his young and immature face, he mustered up the courage to say loudly to Prenyakov: "Please give us a chance, we are willing to use our blood , to prove our consciousness to the Soviet Mother” "consciousness" Looking at the Soviet soldier walking out of the queue with some curiosity, Plunyakov chewed on the tongue-twisting phrase.
He moved his steps, but also walked forward slowly.
Looking at the Soviet soldier, a smile appeared on his face.
But when he came to the young Soviet soldier who was walking out of the queue, a Makarov pistol appeared in his right hand.
Without hesitation, he pressed it against the forehead of the young man with a resolute look on his face, and hit it hard.
Squeeze the trigger hard: "Bang" The crisp sound of gunshots appeared instantly, and the bright red blood and pale brains spurted out with the blood hole the size of a ping pong ball.
The originally young Soviet boy immediately collapsed toward the ground, with even a tinge on his face.
Looking decisive and firm.
But Plenyakov's face turned frosty with the residual warmth of the gun muzzle.
He turned his head and glanced at the Soviet soldiers who were subconsciously retreating behind them, but his voice seemed to be squeezed between his teeth.
It came out like this: "Is your consciousness comparable to that of an elite aviation regiment?"
The faces of the more than 20 Soviet soldiers became more and more frightened.
They looked at the Makarov pistol in Prenyakov's hand, and of course they knew how powerful this standard pistol of the Soviet army was.
But there was already fear and despair on their faces, because the Soviet soldiers around them who were wearing similar military uniforms had already pointed their AK assault rifles at them.
There was no expression on their faces, as if they were seeing someone.
There are more things like this.
"The explosion of two large-caliber artillery shells is really surprising and timid."
Slightly reaching out and touching his heart, Prenyakov felt his heartbeat.
Looking at the panicked Soviet soldiers in front of him, a smile appeared on his face.
He tilted his head, feeling a little bored, and slowly waved to the civilian officers behind him: "Take these derelict guys back to Siberia and let them reflect on themselves in the concentration camp."
As he said this, he looked towards The young man who was directly shot by him just now had no expression on his face.
He said as if it was a matter of course: "Give this comrade who was killed by the American trap a good burial.
He was a brave and heroic martyr."
The civilian soldier behind him who had just been transferred to his side was already trembling and speechless.
Only the cold sweat that appeared on his face and forehead showed the agitation in his heart.
The expressionless elite Soviet soldiers around him immediately came to the corpse, dragged the two feet up and walked towards the still burning forest, and at the same time without hesitation.
Throwing the body in was as easy as discarding a dead pig.
Prenyakov just turned his head and glanced at the discarded corpse, then glanced with some dissatisfaction at the newcomer who was still trembling with trembling hands and not knowing how to work.
He couldn't help but sigh slowly and looked at Facing the still burning forest, he clenched his hands subconsciously, gritted his teeth and said, "I will catch you rats one by one."