My own war game

Chapter 180 A sudden turn

A special team emerged.

More than thirty tractor trucks carried the blackened German wreckage that had been destroyed on the Moscow front during this period, and the General Staff had to spend a lot of effort to get these scraps back.

Looking at these junks painted with the Iron Cross standard, the surrounding citizens were confused at first, and then surprised.

The Moscow citizens, who had been living in fear recently, suddenly felt a surge in confidence when they saw the once-mighty German tanks turned into this state, and the mood at the scene was instantly aroused.

Ulla!!!!

Amidst a tide of cheers, the cavalry troops appeared. Unlike the large square formations in previous parades, there were five independent cavalrymen walking at the front of the square.

"These are the cadets from the Podolsk Academy. They are all good guys. There are only five of them left." Someone whispered in Stalin's ear.

After hearing this, Stalin nodded and saluted the cavalry alone.

"He saw me! Comrade Stalin saw me!" A voice kept ringing in Alexei's heart. He remembered the contents of the note and finally made up his mind.

"Comrade Special Envoy will not harm me."

In Stalin's eyes, the cavalry formation below suddenly changed.

The five leading horses dispersed, and the white horse in the middle suddenly jumped out and walked to the front of the entire square formation. The knight on the horse drew his sharp saber.

Seeing this scene, Vasily Danilovich, the Deputy Chief of General Staff who was responsible for the details of the military parade, was stunned. This item was not included in the previous requirements for the cavalry formation. However, Stalin showed an interested expression.

Under the watchful eyes of 100,000 people, Alexei let Victory trot under his crotch. When he approached Lenin's Mausoleum, the white Orlov horse suddenly stood up and neighed loudly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the man and the horse.

Alexei stood on horseback with superb riding skills, holding something high on the tip of his saber. It was the flag of the Great German Division.

Oh! ! !
After the exclamation, the crowd suddenly became silent, and the participating troops couldn't help but slow down their pace. Beria took this opportunity to whisper a few words to Stalin, "That was captured by our front-line troops... It was the Great German Division..."

A look of delight flashed across the Supreme Leader's face as he nodded slowly.

At this time, the rider rode his horse to Lenin's tomb, saluted the tombstone, and threw the military flag into the sky with the tip of his knife!

Swish! The saber chopped down, and the Great German flag with the swastika was split in two. It slowly fell in the snow, circled twice in front of Lenin's tomb, and then flew to an unknown place.

There was silence, and the entire Red Square seemed to have been paused. No one spoke for a moment, whether it was the crowd, the soldiers, or the leaders on the rostrum.

Suddenly, someone in the militia shouted
"Long live the great Soviets! Long live Comrade Stalin! The great Soviet people are invincible!! Ura!!!"

Like the lid being taken off a boiling kettle, people's emotions suddenly burst out.

"Long live the Soviets!"

"Long live Stalin!"

"The great Soviet people are invincible!!"

"Ura!!! Ura!!! Ura!!!!"

Thunderous slogans rose one after another. The people had never been so confident and so morale-driven.

The invaders approaching outside the city were no longer scary because the giant red bear lying in the snow had woken up.

On one side of the rostrum, Zhukov and Beria, who had been at odds with each other, had just reconciled their relationship because of something. At this moment, the two looked at each other and conveyed the same message, "Did you arrange this? Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

Looking at the excited crowd below the reviewing stand and listening to the deafening slogans, Stalin pulled over the Deputy Chief of General Staff Vasily Danilovich
"This is a good idea, but the number is a little small. After we defeat the Germans, I will present all their military flags to Comrade Lenin."

The reporters standing outside the reviewing stand were extremely excited at this moment and kept pressing the shutter buttons in their hands. Almost every photo was a classic that would be passed down in history.

Snap! The handsome rider raised his saber and chopped down the German flag.

Click! The female shooter leans against each other while holding her rifle and looks back with a smile.

Click! The crowd waved their arms and shouted slogans.

There was only one frame left on the film, and the reporter framed the shot carefully, wanting to keep the most meaningful photo.

While searching among the crowd, he found a militiaman with an oriental face who was very special. Among the cheering people, he was the only one with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was thinking about something but couldn't figure it out.

This is completely out of tune with the mood around me.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, the reporter pressed the shutter button towards the militiaman.
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He Chi was indeed in a strange state, and he himself couldn't describe what he felt.

The system's voice sounded like tinnitus, and the information kept repeating in He Chi's ears.

"The mission was completed in the campus under fire. The target character Alexi received great honor. The entire mission was rated S+, and there is a chance to get the top reward."

"The return of the copy is suspended, and other rewards are suspended. Players please wait for the temporary special copy to be generated."

"The player's current abilities are being retrieved: surgical operation LV3, anti-aircraft shooting LV3, aircraft driving LV3, camouflage, performance, French..."

"Retrieving the highest demands made by players so far..."

"Search completed. The player's highest demand has been confirmed. The highest demand exceeds the upper limit of rewards that can be given in a single instance. The reward standard has been reset and will be decomposed..."

"The dungeon is being generated. Players will begin entering the temporary dungeon in ten minutes."

"Temporary copy: Pandora's Box generated, time: late 1941, location: Copenhagen, mission target: none, players please search for information fragments by yourself, after reaching the time, the player will be forced to exit the copy, the current progress of information fragments is 0%"

“5、4、3、2、1！传送开始！”

A gust of wind blew, and the militiaman who was just in deep thought disappeared into the crowd. The reporter rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

A huge feeling of dizziness came over me, as if something was trying to pour into my head, but was pushed out by some force. I felt like a rag doll being pulled from both sides.

A tearing pain came from his head. He Chi struggled hard, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

what! ! ! !

He yelled and sat up on one of the beds.

"Soldiers, commanders and political workers of the Red Army and the Red Navy, the whole world is watching you..." A familiar voice filled his ears. He Chi turned his head and found an old-fashioned radio playing music next to the bed.

He Chi shook his head hard to dispel the discomfort and groped his way out of bed.

Then he saw a sign on the side:

"Heisenberg Laboratory Room 3302"

(End of this chapter)