Chapter 492 Shoot at Me! Stop Shooting?

The call between frontline commander Ivanov and the Russian representative rang out clearly in the hall of the Iraqi Ministry of Defense.

From the large screen in the command hall and several satellite images, it can be seen that the small area where Ivanov is located is in the core area of ​​​​IS's large force, even though the main force of IS is currently defending the government outside the mountain. The army is attacking, but just relying on a few airborne troops to break out is tantamount to fantasy.

Ivanov's request was immediately transferred to Moscow via a dedicated line, and a few seconds later, a calm middle-aged male voice sounded in the hall.

"Ivanov, I am Vladimir."

The dignitaries present were all very familiar with this voice. It was the current Russian president with the nickname "Iron Fist" who came from the KGB, the Soviet secret agency.

"Mr. President, are you using a secret line?" The Russian representative broke out in a cold sweat. This president is too unrestrained in his actions. How can he have a public phone call in front of so many dignitaries from various countries?

"Why keep it secret? Will the conversation between the president and the soldiers tarnish the glory of Russia?!" Vladimir asked quickly, and then said without pause: "Ivanov, you have already Having fulfilled your duty as a soldier, I now authorize you to surrender. The Russian army needs excellent soldiers like you, and the mother of Russia needs her son!”

On the other end of the phone, war was raging.

"No, Your Excellency, President!" Ivanov's voice sounded very weak amidst the sound of gunfire and shell explosions, but his tone was unusually firm. "My grandfather died in the battle on the outskirts of Stalingrad, and my father died in the battle." I died in Chechnya, my brothers died beside me, and now it’s my turn..."

There was a loud bang, annihilating Ivanov's voice, and Vladimir asked loudly: "Ivanov, Ivanov, are you still alive?! Your ancestors have shed their blood for the country, I now order you to surrender immediately!"

"Damn... Oh, Mr. President, I didn't mean you, bah..."

Ivanov on the other end of the phone spat out bloody spit, looked at the last comrade not far away who had half of his head blown off by a bullet, and yelled into the intercom: "There is no time! Your Excellency, the country does not need it." Surrendered soldiers, I ask you to give the order to fire on my location! There are at least a hundred IS elements here and let them be buried with Russian soldiers!”

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and only Ivanov's roar could be heard: "Mr. President, I would rather be killed by my own people's artillery fire! Give the order!"

"Your Excellency, please give the order quickly. If I die, they will withdraw. From this distance, it only takes one covering strike to kill them!" Novanov yelled at the top of his lungs.

Vladimir said solemnly: "Order the nearest armed forces to fire on Russia's heroes! Send those damn terrorists to hell!"

"Oh no, there are still our reporters there!" the American representative shouted.

The Chinese representative also frowned. Russia's blanket attack might also hurt Chinese businessmen.

"In order to eliminate terrorists, every country should be prepared to pay a price! Russia's heroes have set an example for you!" Vladimir said coldly.

Mr. President's words were conveyed almost simultaneously to the Russian military base closest to Iraq. Two long-range missiles slowly emerged from the underground bunker and began to adjust their directions according to the set coordinates.

"Long live the 76th Division! Long live the Russian Air Force! Long live Russia!"

Just when the entire hall was covered with a sad atmosphere, and only Ivanov's roar was left, the gunshots on the other end of the intercom suddenly rang out loudly.

Ivanov's voice changed its tone: "Oh... God, what did I see... Wait... Mr. President, don't fire, don't fire...!"

What?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What is this guy doing, joking? A second ago, he was pleading passionately to die for his country, but he actually ordered the artillery fire, and he gave up again? Could it be that he was just pretending to be a hero?

Vladimir, who was far away in Moscow, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood!

This call was clearly heard by everyone in the Iraqi Ministry of Defense. Even half of the Russian military received the news immediately. Vladimir also ordered the presidential office to record the call and prepare to broadcast it nationwide. , used to unite people's hearts and inspire morale.

Unexpectedly, this guy was actually pretending? He is a coward at heart!

Damn it! Vladimir punched the table hard. Even if this coward doesn't die, he will be punished when he comes back! This simply discredits the Russian military and makes it a big stink in front of the whole world! Even he himself was treated like a clown!

A hero one second, turned into a bear the next second, Russia will become the laughing stock of the whole world!

Ivanov's voice rang out hurriedly: "Mr. President, there are reinforcements. Oh, they seem to be Iraqi soldiers. When did they become so capable?! Oh, Mr. President, don't fire, they have already rushed up the hillside. ...Who are you? I am the 76th in Russia..."

The gunshots on the other end of the intercom gradually weakened, and there was a burst of noise, followed by a young man's voice.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Ming, a young entrepreneur from Yangchuan City, China, and a member of the Chinese Communist Party. We are now in Iraq... Well, anyway, I don't know what the broken mountain is, and I will broadcast live for you. Oh, this beautiful girl is called Lyudmila. You have just met these two black and white demons. They are both American journalist friends... I don't know what this soldier is called. I heard from Lyudmila that he is from the 76th Division of the Russian ace force. He is really fierce. A dozen people held back hundreds of IS people... Well, Shen Yan, are you there? The signal here is very poor. Can you see clearly in the live broadcast room? I have to leave quickly. The large IS force seems to have discovered us. Amir, let's leave quickly! Oh, oh, oh, by the way, I would like to use this live broadcast as a birthday gift for our party!"

The people in front of the two big screens reacted differently.

In front of the big screen in the war room of the Iraqi Ministry of Defense, a group of politicians looked at each other. They could all hear that this was Chinese, but few people might understand it.

The Chinese representative's mouth was long enough to fit an egg! What happened? Why did the missing Chinese businessman suddenly appear? From what he said, he not only saved the Russian soldier, but also saved two American hostages?

The Party’s birthday? Oh, it’s coming soon. This gift is very important!

Thousands of miles away, the big screen in the office of the director of Yangchuan Zoo burst into warm cheers, and the staff of the zoo hugged each other in cheers.

“This guy… scared me to death!” Nangong Yan finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and tears were pouring down.

This screen can see the battle scene, but the signal is very poor, blurry and intermittent, and only Su Ming can be seen making a V-sign in front of the camera.

In addition to these two big screens, there are thousands of people in China watching this battlefield live broadcast at this time.