Vault 32

Chapter 72 dispatch
Old Buhner sipped the coffee in his cup lightly, without much joy on his face.He just turned his head to look at Liszt's shocked eyes beside him, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely cold.He squeezed the cup tightly, and his hoarse voice seemed to be sharpening a knife. Old Buner just nodded slowly, as if agreeing with something: "That's right, all ten reconnaissance troops were damaged, including all The two reconnaissance units that were annihilated by the army."

Slowly swallowed, 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, seeing the dark wrinkles on the old man's face, and finally realized that it was true.Turning his head slowly, Liszt subconsciously glanced at the expressionless Sofitel 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 territory of the United States, the Soviets wiped out their own troops."

Putting down the coffee in his hand, the gloom on Old Buhner's brows became thicker and thicker. As the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage defense line, he shouldered a much heavier heart than Liszt and the others.Especially the reconnaissance troops that were wiped out, one of them was even caught up and wiped out less than ten kilometers away from the Anchorage line of defense.This is no longer an armed conflict, but a premeditated aggression, and it is the most contemptuous aggression. How can he bear it?But Old Buner lowered his head slightly, and clenched his fists tightly: "But so what? Those politicians just talked with their mouths and turned our casualties into skirmishes. They didn't even know that we died on the front line Yes, they are all boys 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 depressing 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, the old Buner lightly hammered the sofa with his fist, and slowly raised his head to look at Liszt, with a wry smile on his lips: "If the American federal troops can be like you, then it will be It's really safe." He said, with faint anger in his hoarse voice: "Some reconnaissance troops didn't even dare to open fire at a distance of 800 meters from the group of Soviets, and they were still trying to negotiate. Know what's going on in their heads."

He had already learned the information, except for Liszt, the reconnaissance unit, the other nine reconnaissance units suffered heavy losses.Among them, more than half of the casualties escaped back, only a few two, and the rest of the scouting troops either fled back on their own after being defeated, or were wiped out in place.He even saw a reconnaissance unit stand guard on the spot through the battlefield video equipment, and would not leave without firing. Instead, he expected the group of Soviets to leave by themselves due to the pressure of international law and the Anchorage defense line.

But in the end, the group of Soviet soldiers launched an attack within a range of 800 meters. The battle did not last for a few minutes, and the reconnaissance unit lost one-third of its combat strength. Covering and escaping, the others were either captured or shot dead in the wilderness and forests of Alaska!

"Then will we organize a counterattack?"

Liszt opened his mouth slowly. He looked at the gloomy expression on Old Buner's face, but he already had an answer in his heart.The abandonment of Alaska is estimated to have given up those areas to the Soviets by default.Now that the border conflict broke out between the two sides, or the Soviets directly slapped the face of the American Federation with their hands, in the eyes of some politicians responsible for stability, this area far away from the continental United States is not suitable for igniting the flames of 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 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.In the Middle East battlefield, where even nuclear bombs have been used, the European and Middle East coalition forces have retreated and announced an armistice, which already shows that the war has really stopped in some respects.

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.Soviet tanks that have accumulated energy for more than ten years will appear in the wilderness of Alaska. Along with the terrifying nuclear energy 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.

"Fight back? Maybe those politicians will tell us to do it."

Slowly shaking his head, the old Buner rubbed his forehead with his hands. He hadn't had a good sleep for nearly a week, and now he felt exhausted all over his body.Stimulating his brows lightly with his fingers, he finally sighed slowly, as if remembering something, looked at Liszt in front of him and said, "You seem to have a silver steel pipe in your hand?"

"Silver steel pipe? You mean this? Found it from a spy hiding in the reconnaissance unit."

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 Major Leslie in the temporary camp to capture 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 more."

"I already know this news, and it is also a great progress."

While Old Bunnar stretched out his hand to get rid of the silver steel pipe, Major Leslie stood up slowly and dexterously reached over Old Bunnar's hand, taking over the silver steel pipe in Liszt'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."

"Keeping it carefully? Heh, then it's up to you to arrange it." Frowning slightly, Old Buner didn't show any expression on his face.He looked at the faint smile on Major 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 If this thing is intercepted, I am afraid that the Soviets already have our information!"

"This is our mistake."

Major Leslie gently inserted the silver steel pipe into his pocket and fastened it like a pen.But there was still a faint smile on his face, and he didn't even care about the ridicule in Old Buner's tone. He just sat on the sofa and listened quietly, without continuing to say anything.

For this, the old Buner also snorted slightly, took out a folded white paper in his pocket, reached out and handed it to Liszt, and said lightly: "Maybe you can make me feel more relaxed now." Already." Liszt reached out to take it, and the old Buner also sighed: "No matter how you think about it, it's more reassuring to leave this task to you."

"Appointment letter?"

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. He looked at the appointment above, but couldn't help but raise his head and look at Old Bunner. Said: "Appoint me to go to the border between Alaska and Canada to establish a guard post?"

"That's right, we've found several routes that the Canadians and Soviets frequent, and now we're going to monitor them."

Leaning quietly on the sofa, the old Buner's gray hair made him look even older, especially on his tired face, where the scars added a bit of the ravages of time.He turned his head to look at Liszt, with sincerity and reassurance in his hoarse voice: "Your ability has been proven in the Mexican battlefield, and today's victory is just as it should be."

Looking at the letter of appointment in his hand, Liszt put it on the table in front of him, and at the same time took his own cup of coffee and took a sip.Slowly lowering his head and pondering for a moment, Liszt turned his head to look at Old Buner, nodded and said, "When shall I leave?" He said, gently pointing to the letter of appointment with his finger, but his brows were tightly frowned. , Slowly said: "The security post you mentioned, do you still need me to go there and build it again?"

"The edge of the Rocky Mountains also belongs to the aftermath of the Rocky Mountains."

Old Buner nodded slowly. He looked at Liszt nodding in agreement, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He nodded slightly and said: "Adjoining the Pacific Ocean, it is not far from a Canadian military port, and it is not only the border between Alaska and Canada, it also seems to be an important port for the Soviets to support supplies to Mexico."

ps: Regarding the name of the gun, can I say that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder?I think it's really touching to write this way.Besides, a gun can only write a few words. Even if every paragraph is written, it will be less than a hundred words.
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