Vault 32

Chapter 125 Cold Blooded
Surrounded by mountains, this is the remnant of the Rocky Mountains. Countless mountain beams form folds on the ground, and the undulations are like towering ax blades, cutting the sky into countless pieces.The geological movement originated hundreds of millions of years ago, and finally formed the greatest Rocky Mountain in North America, and the movement in the following tens of millions of years gradually formed the huge remnant of the Rocky Mountain on the Pacific coast, and also created The continuous splendor outside the main vein of the Rocky Mountains.

This is the eastern coast of the Pacific Ocean, which belongs to the territory of Canada, the province of British Columbia.This is a mountainous coastal area known for the Rocky Mountains, towering mountains that almost separate the coast from the inland, making it a unique coastal area.But it is not alone, because Vancouver Island, the largest island in North America, is located in the south. Whether it is Victoria, the capital of the province above, or Vancouver, the largest city in the northeast, they are economic, cultural and financial centers on the west coast of Canada.

And these two cities are even less than an hour's drive away from Washington State, the federal state of the United States.And the city of Victoria, even across a bay that is not considered large, is across the sea from Seattle, the capital of Washington state.They used to have good economic exchanges, which allowed the three cities to achieve sufficient development. However, as the second most powerful country in North America, there was a gap with the American Federation, one of the two poles of the world. Couldn't continue maintenance either.

Wary eyes have appeared in the eyes of two giant countries. Both Canada and the United States are looking at their neighbors with suspicion.In particular, Canada and the Soviets hooked up and even allowed the Soviet troops to station on their own land. Even though it was some remote islands, it still made the American Federation, which is close at hand, feel a certain deep fear .

And just north of Vancouver Island, on the Queen Charlotte Islands in the Pacific Ocean, Commissar Prunyakov's expressionless face was also a little frostier.He turned his brown eyes slightly, the scorched blackness in front of him made his complexion even more gloomy, and slowly spit to the side, he seemed to be bored by the burning smell, he covered his nose with his hand to slow down He asked slowly: "All members of the elite aviation regiment drawn from the Bering Strait Command were killed in action?"

"Except for the rear maintenance personnel, all were killed."

Just behind him, a soldier in civilian military uniform was standing upright, but the cold sweat on his temples was streaming down over time.But he didn't dare to wipe it, he just stood upright, and when the political commissar Pulun Yakov asked him, he could quickly wipe it by looking at the notebook in his hand, but the slightly trembling voice was also Explaining his inner fear: "It also includes a battalion of the former missile base garrison."

Prunyakov nodded slowly, as if he understood it, but the time he nodded continued, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more obvious.Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the Soviet soldiers who were holding AKM assault rifles and seemed to be on guard. There was a little puzzlement in his tone. He didn't look back but still asked the civilian soldier behind him: "Why? Didn't the maintenance personnel in the rear die with their regiment leader?"

His question made the civilian soldier in the back sweat even more, and even the hand holding the notebook was a little out of control because of the inner fear.He is just a freshman who graduated from the Moscow Military Academy. It has not been half a month since he came to this island, but he hopes that the half-month time is just an illusion. He thinks that he should still be in the academy dormitory in Moscow. Fall asleep and wait for the assembly whistle to blow to continue to spend that beautiful and busy day.

"It embarrasses me that they just died."

Prunyakov frowned slightly. He sighed softly, but turned around and looked at the more than 20 soldiers behind him who were standing cautiously at a distance of more than ten meters. .Their faces were full of panic and uneasiness, but this made Plunyakov frown even more, and he couldn't help but said slowly: "Do you still blame me? I just went to the Bering Strait for three Days of meetings, and it was a mess when I came back.”

Spreading his hands slightly, Pulun Yakov's face was full of disbelief, especially when he looked at the more than 20 Soviet soldiers who looked at him with pleading and longing in their eyes, they stared exaggeratedly. Eyes widened, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Are you really going to blame me? Don't be like this, we are all comrades, don't you have any responsibility for this?" The faces of the more than 20 soldiers were full of panic, but He still nodded, and said precisely: "You are very responsible!"

"Comrade political commissar, please give us, give us a chance to make up for it!"

Despair had already appeared on the faces of the more than 20 Soviet soldiers. They had already guessed their dark future, but they were extremely unwilling.A young man walked out of his desperate companions, with firmness and determination on his young and immature face, he plucked up his courage and said loudly to Plenyakov: "Please give us a chance, we are willing to use our blood , to prove our consciousness to the Soviet mother!"

"consciousness?"

Looking curiously at the Soviet soldier who walked out of the queue, Plunyakov was chewing on that twisted phrase.He moved his steps, but also walked forward slowly, looking at the Soviet soldier, a certain smile appeared on his face.But when he came to the young Soviet soldier walking out of the queue, a Makarov pistol appeared in his right hand, and without hesitation, it was pressed against the forehead of the young man with a resolute face, ruthlessly Squeeze the trigger hard: "Bah——"

The crisp gunshots appeared in an instant, and the bright red blood and pale brains spurted out along with the blood hole the size of a ping-pong ball, and the originally young Soviet boy immediately slumped to the ground, and there was even a tinge of blood on his face. With a determined and firm look.But Prunyakov's face turned frosty with the residual temperature of the gun muzzle. He turned his head and swept over the Soviet soldiers who subconsciously retreated, but his voice seemed to be squeezed between his teeth. It came out like this: "Could it be that your awareness is comparable to that of an elite aviation regiment?"

The more than 20 Soviet soldiers looked more and more frightened. They looked at the Makarov pistol in Prunyakov's hand, and of course they knew how powerful this standard pistol equipped with the Soviet army was.But their faces were full of panic and despair, because the surrounding Soviet soldiers, who were wearing similar military uniforms, had already pointed their AKM assault rifles at them, and there was no expression on their faces, as if seeing There are so many things like that.

"The explosion of two large-caliber artillery shells is really surprising and timid."

Stretching out his hand slightly to touch his heart, Prunyakov felt his heartbeat, and looked at the panic-stricken Soviet soldiers in front of him, but there was another smile on his face.Tilting his head, he felt a little bored, and slowly waved to the civilian officer behind him: "Take these dereliction of duty guys back to Siberia, let them reflect in the concentration camp." He said, but looked at The young man who was shot dead by him just now didn't have any expression on his face, as if he said as it should be: "Bury this comrade who was killed by the American trap, this is a brave and heroic martyr."

The civilian soldier behind him who had just been transferred to his side was already trembling and speechless, only the cold sweat on his face and forehead showed the agitation in his heart.And the expressionless Soviet elite soldiers around him immediately came to the corpse, dragged the two feet, and walked towards the burning forest without hesitation. Throwing the corpse in was as easy as throwing away a dead pig.

Prunyakov just turned his head and glanced at the discarded corpse, then glanced dissatisfied at the rookie who was still shaking his hands and didn't know how to work, he couldn't help but sighed slowly, looked at To the still burning forest, he subconsciously clenched his hands and clenched his teeth, saying, "I will catch you mice one by one!"

(End of this chapter)