Chapter 706 Isn’t There Already This Step?

Chapter 706 Isn’t there already this step...

This sentence was indeed a bit too much information for Brigadier General Marlott, who was frightened, hungry, and cold after spending the whole night, and his mind was still stuck on the time when the plane took off about 24 hours ago.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, but accidentally touched the wound that had just been treated. His whole body twitched in pain, but he didn't want to fail in this situation, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.

However, although on the surface he looked like an old monk in meditation, the brigadier general's mind was moving very fast.

The first thought that came to his mind just now was——

Didn't a world war start last night?

After all, Marlott knew very well what he had done last night (of course he thought he knew it very well).

And it’s hard not to make such associations in this hellish place called the Balkans.

As for what Horvat said just now, it is easy to explain.

If the world is at nuclear peace, there will naturally be no need for war anymore.

However, this idea only flashed for a moment and was rejected.

Ordinary people may have unrealistic misestimations of the power of nuclear weapons under various deliberate misguidances, but as a strategic bomber pilot who has been dealing with nuclear bombs for half his life and the former captain of the 509th Wing, Marlott, Still relatively sober in this regard.

Even if all the approximately 150,000 nuclear bombs around the world at the peak of the Cold War were thrown out, it would still be impossible to completely nuclear level the world to the point where it would be impossible to even fight a war.

What's more, the number of nuclear weapons on duty today has dropped sharply, to about one-tenth of this number.

Therefore, what the other party just said about "ending the war early" should be literal.

But how is this possible?

What can stop today's NATO other than nuclear weapons?

The brigadier general also considered whether the other party might be deliberately deceiving.

But when he was just arrested, the other four people seemed to have said similar things in the car.

It was a pure accident that he was caught, and it was impossible for the other two groups to collude in advance.

And more importantly, there seems to be no point in cheating on this kind of thing...

Barsak next to him looked at the prisoners whose expressions were changing back and forth like a revolving lantern. He felt so happy that he wanted to jump up. But firstly, he still had to maintain his image in front of the leader. Secondly, this semi-underground command post was really small. Captain He was already tall, and his scalp almost touched the ceiling without even jumping up.

There is really no room for performance.

And then there is...

In fact, he himself is no better than Marlott, and his mind is full of question marks at this time.

At this time, the brigade commander also raised his head and looked at Barsak, who was in good spirits, but his face and body were covered in dirt because he hadn't had much rest or clean up since last night:

"Comrade Captain, you have made great achievements today. I will report it to my superiors and apply for a commendation for you!"

The latter quickly stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, thank you, Brigadier!"

Horvath nodded calmly:

"Okay, let the chief of staff take you to the back, have a meal and have a good rest."

Led by a lieutenant colonel next to them, the four of them walked around and along the narrow bunker passage to the living area at the back.

The 250th Air Defense Brigade was basically the only unit in the entire Allied operation that fought the entire battle with the opponent. Therefore, the personnel losses were still a little bit. At least the chief of staff had been replaced, and it was inconvenient to advance during the war. title, so the original epaulettes are still hanging.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, the chief of staff of the air defense brigade should be a colonel.

"In special times, conditions are limited and the number of dormitories is not enough, so they are all shared."

The lieutenant colonel opened the door of a room and signaled that the four of them could go in and rest:

"There is running water in the bathroom, but there is no way to heat it. If you want to take a shower, you can only use cold water."

"Also, try to only turn on one light. The power of the generator is a bit not enough..."

The other party emphasized several precautions in succession. Obviously, although the brigade headquarters was in much better condition than the temporary underground bunker used by their company to hide, it could not survive alone because the entire city's infrastructure was severely damaged.

"That... Comrade Chief of Staff?"

Seeing the lieutenant colonel turn around and prepare to leave, Barsac finally got a chance to talk and quickly stopped him:

"We first conducted air defense operations that night, and then spent several hours huddled in a bunker without water or electricity. Now we have no idea what's going on outside."

"I wonder if I can tell you what the brigade commander just said...the war may end early...what does it mean?"

This matter has spread all over the world, not to mention it is good news that can greatly improve morale. Naturally, there is no reason to keep it secret from our own people:

The lieutenant colonel turned around and sat down on the bedside table next to him:

"Of course, you can just call me Pakovich."

Pakovich knew that the three people in front of him, especially the captain at the head, were expected to be promoted by the Rockets soon. There was no conflict of interest between the two parties, so it was best to establish a good relationship in advance.

After all, even if this battle is really over now, the future will be troubled.

It never hurts to have a few friends.

After several people sat down respectively, Pakovich told a series of things that happened last night, of course a series of things that he could know, exactly.

"..."

"..."

After hearing this, the four Barsaks looked at each other.

"this……"

"Is there such a thing?"

To be honest, for them, besides being shocked, this news is...

Very satisfying.

After all, the entire Balkan crisis was caused by EU countries in the first place.

Now that the culprit is being fucked by the foreign aid he hired, the victim feels naturally very happy.

However, it's cool.

There are some things that they really don’t quite understand…

"So, the American brigadier general just flew over in a bomber to blow up one of their own people?"

The superior soldier who had given Brigadier General Marlott two rifle butts to vent his anger when he was arresting people suddenly felt a little guilty:

"Oh my God, it looks like I might have been a little impulsive just now..."

"Is he a pacifist? He can't stand what Europeans are doing..."

"I don't think so. If he is really a pacifist, he should at least blow up his own air force base instead of a hotel... Although there are many European media there, there are also many staff and ordinary people..."

The speculations became more and more outrageous, but Pakovich himself was not sure why, so he had to interrupt the other people's imagination:

"In short, several European countries have now refused to continue Allied operations. Although the Americans themselves are still insisting and have not expressed their position, I estimate that if the brigadier general we captured is used to make a fuss, there is at least hope of reaching an agreement. ceasefire."

"If that's the case...that would be great..."

Barsak fell back and his upper body hit the bed with a thud.

As the commander of the air defense company who is directly responsible for commanding the frontline air defense operations, he used missiles first and then guns, going back and forth all day and night. Before, he had been holding a tight breath, so it was fine. But now he suddenly relaxed and felt all over his body. They all seemed to have been drained of energy.

"but."

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Pakovich changed the topic again:

"Americans act capriciously and have no credibility at all, so we can't let down our guard too much. If they replace people but end up regretting and starting a war again, we don't seem to have a good way to deal with it..."

…

The other side.

China, Beijing.

The meeting organized by the General Staff at Sanzuomen has basically come to an end.

After all, Mr. Zhang has other external itineraries later, and there is no more useful information at hand, so it is impossible to keep driving.

As for how it ends...

An effective result has not yet been discussed.

Everyone agrees that the current problem is that the contradiction only exists within the attacker's camp, allowing the United States to delay time relatively easily, or even wait until the limelight has passed before relaunching operations.

Therefore, it is best to exert some external pressure to make it difficult for the United States to consider both internal and external considerations.

At that time, in exchange for the removal of this external pressure, the Allied operations will be officially stopped.

However, this kind of thing is easier said than done.

The main reason is that China in this era is still lagging behind in terms of ability and experience when it comes to exerting extraterritorial influence.

It would be fine to plan ahead and sneak in some key equipment, but at this juncture, there isn't much that can be done.

This made everyone present feel a little regretful.

However, when sleepiness comes, give me a pillow.

Just as he was about to announce the end of the meeting, another intelligence officer from the Second Bureau hurriedly sent a piece of information.

After reading the content, even Mr. Zhang, who was the most calm and composed, couldn't help but shake his hands.

"Mr. Zhang?"

Fu Youquan naturally had the right to directly check the information, but when the leader was present, he couldn't get over to take a look, so he had to ask in a low voice.

"Comrades, here's the news from the Balkans."

Mr. Zhang put the intelligence folder back on the table, raised his head and looked at the people in front of him:

"One of the two pilots of the B2 bomber, Brigadier General Bonn Marlott, commander of the Eighth Air Force, was captured."