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The flames are still restricted in the muddy area and cannot explode directly.

Depressions with sufficient water cannot be ignited by extending the fire alone.

The 32 P51 fighter jets aimed at these places was a burst of chug.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

Large-caliber aviation machine guns poured out a large number of dense bullets.

Like pieces of metal barrage, harvesting the Soviet soldiers who escaped the sea of ​​fire by chance.

A full hour of raging.

Hardly a good spot.

All the bombers of the First Flying Regiment of the Fourth Aviation Division of the Feng Army poured out their ammunition.

One by one, they returned to Severobaikalsk contentedly. .

Chapter 361

"Comrade Zhengwei!"

"Organize the surviving soldiers to retreat to Bratsk immediately!"

After watching all the enemy planes fly away from afar,

Major General Ilya, who was hiding in the depression, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he ordered loudly.

"Yes!"

The commissioner Yegor led a group of people to quickly search for the remaining soldiers in the surrounding area, and took the opportunity to put out the flames.

After an hour of burning, the fire has become smaller.

As long as the sludge is thrown on it, it can be covered and extinguished.

The division commander Igor continued to reorganize the remnants.

It is impossible to continue the complete garrison division establishment, only a temporary formation during wartime.

Only in this way can the combat effectiveness be maximized.

Under this tense and exciting search and rescue operation.

The remaining Soviet soldiers were gathered around the two major generals one by one.

Since the vehicles were all blown up by the enemy air force.

Everyone can only take the wounded and retreat on foot.

"Be careful! Be sure to take care of the wounded! 11"

In the team.

The commissioner, Major General Yegor, kept telling the medical staff.

Except for a very small number of slightly injured or uninjured soldiers.

There were more than 9000 people in the garrison division, and in the end, there were less than 2000 people left.

And most of these 2000 people were wounded soldiers.

Although napalm bombs are not like white phosphorus incendiary bombs, they have highly toxic substances.

But it is also a brutal weapon after all.

Under the high temperature, the burns are extremely serious.

If it weren't for winter, the mosquitoes would be almost gone, and the cold would temporarily suppress the injury.

Just rely on those emergency medicines and bandages.

Before reaching Bratsk, the entire army was wiped out.

"Integrate the battle situation and quickly report it to the group army headquarters."

Major General Ilya, the division commander at the forefront of the team, looked extremely ugly.

Listening to the bursts of wailing coming from the ear, the faintly visible traces of fire in the team.

That burnt smell made his hair stand on end all the time.

The terrifying sea of ​​flames and hell has become the scariest memory in my heart.

That's it, he insisted on sending the telegram to the Raksha State Far East Special Army Command.

This telegram was the last straw that overwhelmed the situation.

30 troops were annihilated.

The Feng army attacked across the board, and the Soviet army retreated again and again.

Blueher did not hesitate to ask Mosk for help in person.

If the Luocha Kingdom does not send troops to support the Far East.

Then, the empire will completely lose the Far East.

.......

Rakshasa Kingdom, Moscow, inside the Kremlin.

"waste!"

"I'm going to shoot this bastard!"

"The 30 imperial warriors were just thrown in Severobaikalsk by him."

"Damn bastard!"

The supreme leader of Rakshasa - the tyrant is extremely angry.

The telegram in his hand was directly torn into pieces.

"Great comrade tyrant!

"Far East intelligence has spread."

"Some commissioners are preparing for a general meeting on the Far East."

"You see?"

The secretary of the leader's office on the side, Boskrebyshev, lowered his head.

asked cautiously

"Don't rush."

"Dzerzhinsky, you immediately send someone to deal with Vasilev."

"The Rakshasa Empire does not have such waste."

"After losing 30 imperial warriors, he still has the face to come back?"

"Blyuchel is no longer worthy to be the commander of the Far East Army."

"Send someone to escort him back to Mosk."

With a cold expression, the tyrant shouted directly.

"Yes! Great Comrade Tyrant! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

heard.

Cheka head Dzerzhinsky responded blankly.

"Great Comrade Tyrant!"

"Is this the case in the Far East..."

Poskrebyshev hesitated to speak.

"The Far East affairs are temporarily handed over to General Aleov!"

"Comrade Poskrebyshev, you stretch your arms too far."

"Could it be that you want to be the Chief of Staff of the Empire?"

at this time.

The tyrant's words instantly stunned the leader's office secretary.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Poskrebyshev shuddered.

Hastily shook his head and refused.

No one knew the character of a tyrant better than he.

Prior to this, the domestic purge movement.

From the marshal to the soldiers, everything was spared.

A few years ago, the Ukrainian famine caused tens of millions of people to starve to death.

And the tyrant who is the supreme leader doesn't even frown.

Once I angered him, I didn't know how I died.

"Great Comrade Tyrant!"

"The Chief of Staff of the Imperial Army Command - Tukhachevsky is here to report!"

now.

Accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps.

A middle-aged man with the rank of Marshal strode in.

Immediately salute the tyrant and greeted him.

"Comrade Tukhachevsky!"

"The situation in the Far East is very bad. Except for the 19th Infantry Army, the entire empire was wiped out."