When the yz-2 Blackhawk medium-sized transport helicopter escorted Zhukov and Paul Kotakin appeared at the airport, there was already a man with broad shoulders waiting there.

Could it be that Li Erganzi, the bandit leader, has changed his nature and knows to welcome the defeated general to show his demeanor? In fact, it is not the case at all.

When Yan Xishan was not calculating the equipment he had squandered, Li Erganzi would feel that the position of Commander of Thunder International was very suitable for him. Especially when he was inspecting the prisoner camp prepared for the commanders of the Soviet Red Army, he was even more excited.

"No, they are prisoners. Such a good bed is softer than my bed!"

Yan Xishan, the general supply officer who followed, rolled his eyes and said that he would not be polite to Li Erganzi at this time.

"That's great, but if you move here and live with the prisoners, are you a prisoner or our big village leader?"

Li Erganzi looked at Yan Xishan and knew that this was the only person he shouldn't provoke in the entire Thunder International. He grinned generously, indicating that he was not concerned about Yan Xishan's sarcasm at all.

"Hehe... I don't believe that you, Old Xi, have such kindness. Will you let the Soviet government pay a high-priced bed fee if you release them in the future? That's good. If they don't want to do so in the future, let them feel my camp bed!"

Yan Xishan was not angry because of Li Erganzi's nickname. He knew that getting angry with such a person would make him angry and make him angry.

"You know, don't you understand that our Chinese Federation is a country of etiquette, even if it is a defeated general..."

"Ha ha!"

Li Er poked and laughed, and bounced a few shots on the bed like a child.

"Bad, a country of etiquette? If you do all this thankless thing, then I'd better be a bandit! Come and move all the beds of the prisoner camp to the camp for me to enjoy!"

Yan Xishan frowned. Although the Germans at that time did not know how to adapt, they were still regular officers. But Li Ergan was in front of him. After attending the Whampoa Military Academy for a long time, he was not educated to become a good person.

"Who dares to move? Li Erganzi, if you really move my prisoner camp, I will remove a few of the planes you are using now. Look at the oil you have consumed these days. Even if our country is floating in the sea of ​​oil, don't you want to ruin all your energy!"

"Don't...Don't...Sir Yan, you are my master, listen to you all, listen to you all!"

Although Li Erganzi shouted to surrender, his butt was still on the bed like a demonstration.

"Well, Brother Yan, if it weren't for this, I would be afraid that this group of cowards would eat and drink all day long. If they want to build an airport when they turn around, these strong laborers must be used!"

This time, Li Erganzi's words made Yan Xishan more vigilant. Hearing that he had to spend money, it was even more uncomfortable than cutting his flesh.

"No, my Commander Li, you don't want this place anymore... Well, what... If this happens, I wonder if the Ukrainian government will pay for it!"

Although Yan Xishan, Mike Lang or Charles King both love money, they have essential differences.

For example, the latter, Charles King just likes to change other people's money from the financial market to his own pocket. As for the owner of the pocket, he doesn't care much about it. McLang just wants to earn other people's money into his own pocket. Although he knows that the pocket is actually a bottomless pit that the Federation of China cannot fill, unfortunately he just likes to make money.

As for Yan Xishan, it is enough to take my life. It is better to kill me and spend money than to kill me before spending it. It is said that it is not painful to see me!

Seeing that Jiao Xishan was in trouble, Li Erganzi smiled and sneaked out of the prisoner's dormitory, pulling Situ Shang beside him.

"Hey, I said let Shiyu lead the way for our armored troops, telling them to be quick and cut off the retreat of these guys at all costs. This time we will hurt the old boy Stalin and lose 1 million people at once. It would be strange if he doesn't hurt!"

As Chief of Staff, Situ Shang was helpless. Li Erganzi was a master who could fight, but he was also a powerful general of Zhe Resources. If it weren't for Yan Xishan's words, I'm afraid his saturated attack would have already ruined the Red Army's position.

While walking away to convey the order, he thought vaguely: "It's really right for the sir to put these two guys together!"

At this time, the yz-2 Black Hawk medium-sized transportation helicopter was heading towards the field airport and slowly landing on the helicopter parking floor.

Paul Kochakin, who was sitting on the plane, was already surprised enough along the way, and was surprised again here. The scenes seen here made them more understand what kind of army they were fighting against.

On the helicopter apron, dozens of helicopters of various types were parked there. Not only were there a WZ-1 "Fire Crow" helicopter with a spherical mast-top sight, but there were more YZ-2 Black Hawk medium-sized transport helicopters and two other helicopters they didn't know. One was like a big dragonfly, and the other was smaller. Judging from its appearance, it could only carry two people, and the fuselage was equipped with small short wings.

In addition to these, a large number of black dual-body fighter jets were neatly parked on the airport. Not far away is the "Global Hawk" airship, its huge body.

"Action, codenamed b1..."

A tall officer with Russian descent shouted. The helicopters, which seemed to be dragonflies, had taken off at this time, and the ropes they threw were carrying some artillery. The smallest helicopter was carrying four members of the "Devil's Journey" in black armor. The medium-sized helicopter was loaded with more infantry.

"Is this the way Thunder International launches an offensive?"

This is Zhukov's question. In fact, it is considered to be the twin demons - the y-f2 longbow fighter, the timely rain gunboat in the sky, and the long-range "Global Hawk" air warship. It is probably the main style of Thunder International's future combat.

By contrast, the ground offensive ability will no longer be the main force in combat. Instead, those motorized infantry that appear in powerful air cover in every tactical and strategic point will be the main force in combat.

Faced with such an attack, the traditional defense line will not be able to resist, and as for the deep rear, it will be hit by the opponent at any time.

"This kind of battle...the Soviet Union is over...the Bolsheviks are over. What did we do wrong?"

Looking at the opponent's combat strength, Zhukov and Paul Kochakin looked at each other and read the meaning in the other's eyes. Especially Paul Kochakin's question just now - what we did wrong will be answered soon!

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The wide-shouldered officer who had been waiting there at the airport came to them at this time. Seeing this man, Paul Kochakin suddenly returned to a night before. He was alone carrying his luggage and roaring Babin's house with his first love.

"Sir..."

In a while, Paul Kochakin used the old name, at least in his heart, the roaring Babin in front of him taught himself to smoke, and he could drink and fight. He would always be his brother who deserves to rely on.

Roaring Babin turned against the roar on his battlefield, he reached out to wrap his hand around Paul Kochakin's head and put his head on his shoulder. No one knew what words should be used to describe such a meeting. Perhaps everyone had more insights when they met after a lifetime of death.

Looking at Zhukov, who was taken away by the soldiers of Thunder International, Paul Kochakin calmed down.

"Prisoners...what will you take prisoners?"

When he thought of the attitude of the Chinese Federation towards prisoners, although Paul Kochakin was not afraid, he was unwilling to die like a slave under the whip of the supervisors. The Japanese officers who came to the Chinese Federation to work hard labor to repay their debts have basically all died today. And their descendants are still paying for the part that has not been completed for them for the 60 years of hard labor.

These things made Paul Kochakin understand that the Chinese Federation will not let go of any force that dares to infringe on their security and dignity. As for the prisoners of war, they will never be polite. All those who invaded the Chinese Federation now regret that they should not have such great ambitions when they mention this country.

As for the current world war, it’s okay not to mention it. A country with a Satanic Eagle will not easily forget the past.

"Originally, according to our big village leader... Oh, Commander Li Jinyu of Thunder International, they were all shot. You know, the most common thing in Thunder International is 'I don't kill anyone, everyone will kill me'... However, Tukhachevsky is the officer who was snatched out of the labor camp by the Satan Eagle. With his efforts, you have a very good prisoner camp. Don't worry, just the general supply Yan Xishan, and at most you can blackmail some money from the Soviet government or the Russian royal family!"

Having said that, Paul Kochakin remained silent. He understood that mercenaries like Thunder International would not talk about anything else, except money and anything else was meaningless in their eyes.

Now that Ukraine has resolved and France has been defeated, so where should we get messed up?
Chapter completed!