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Chapter 91: Premonition of Fate

Long Yun was sleeping soundly, his consciousness seemed to be awakened again.

There was a darkness in front of me.

Within tentacles, there seemed to be nothing to rely on, and in a trance floated in endless darkness.

But this is not darkness. Although you can't see it, you can feel the light. There is an illusory sound in your ears, as if it is a gurgling water, and it seems that something is making heavy breathing.

I can't feel the passage of time.

In the boundless void, there is no support around you and no action can be made; this feeling continues and makes people almost unable to bear it. But when will this situation end?

Will such a situation end?

——!

Awoke from his sleep, Long Yun felt confused. He rubbed his head in confusion and rubbed his misty eyes. Did he dream again just now?

As he saw, he found himself in a tent, and it seemed that he had come to the parallel world again.

But at this time, Long Yun still remembered the strange dream just now. Although it was a bit weird, he was not unfamiliar with the uncomfortable feeling like in the dream, and it could even be said to be quite familiar with it.

He has done this dream many times.

In the past twenty years of life, Long Yun often had such dreams, and even the feeling was similar. However, since the strange thing happened to travel through time, this dream has not appeared, and Long Yun almost forgot it. But now, after experiencing the inexplicable dream again, Long Yun couldn't help but wonder, what was going on in this dream? He thought about it for a long time but couldn't get any explanation, but his intuition kept reminding him.

There is a vague connection between this dream and my own strange experience.

When he came to the parallel world again, he broke free from the strange dream, Long Yun, who was walking around, found that the 309th Regiment was sorting out supplies, looking like he was about to move again.

No, I have to continue to deploy again? Long Yun’s inquiry received a positive answer.

Just after the outbreak of the war, the army had been advancing rapidly for more than half a month, and the aviation forces followed up to cover it. This was the basic strategy of the Soviet Union to deal with the European war. Although such a strategy was quite effective, the short-legged G-29 could only constantly change its garrison, which was basically common for frontline aviation.

Anyway, the strong and durable MiG-29 is easy to serve. You can take off and land at a flat ground of about 400 meters. Such places can be said to be everywhere in Central and Europe. Even under such harsh guarantee conditions, most aviation groups can still maintain a dispatch rate of about 60%. If they were replaced by those exquisite and delicate NATO fighters, it would probably be impossible to do at this time except to invite people to collect the junk.

Long Yun’s guess was correct, but he didn’t know the new residence in the regiment.

Just a few days ago, the Fifth Soviet Army bypassed the historic solid defense line in central France and launched a full-scale offensive from Belgium, which had been occupied in the north, and advanced to France for a distance of more than 50 kilometers in one breath.

As the red iron stream gradually approached the heart of France, beyond the expectations of the Soviet commanders and soldiers, the French did not resist strongly, and they were even worse than the American ground forces fighting in foreign countries. Moreover, the expected American reinforcements were not seen. Perhaps the Americans' idea was to transport the troops to the southern part of the United Kingdom to hoard them, and then make another Normandy landing?

It doesn’t matter what era it is now. If they still regard the English Channel as a natural danger, they will have made a big mistake.

...

Paris, France, north side of the Champs Elysees.

The Elysee Palace, the building that appears in countless film and television works and fantasy novels, is often the same as the Eiffel Tower as the symbol of the fall of Europe, and it seems to be the case now.

François Mitterrand, the president of the French Republic, sat at his desk with a expressionless face. The American ambassador opposite was still talking, but the president's thoughts were no longer in this not-so-spacious office at this time.

Looking out from the window surrounded by flowers, facing the north, the country less than 150 kilometers away was covered with the armored iron stream of the terrifying empire; further behind, airborne troops and countless fighter planes were also sharpening their knives.

At the same time, it was closely controlled by the Soviet Red Army in both directions. In order to defend NATO's highest strategy of integration, 400,000 French soldiers were about to fight for dignity and sprinkle blood on the land of their motherland. At such a moment full of confusion and sorrow, the Americans actually had the heart to chatter here.

What kind of lifestyle is this?

After withdrawing from the North Atlantic Treaty Organization in 1964 and retaining only within the framework of NATO military integration, the French always had their own worldview and unique observations of the future and destiny of the country.

Less than twenty days after the war started, the example of the Federal Republic of Germany was right in front of us. Although romance was the nature of the French, they knew better than anyone else: the Germans could not withstand the offensive, so the French were naturally even more unlikely to withstand it. Even if they paid the price of the whole country becoming scorched earth, the rolling iron stream of the Soviet Union would mercilessly crush them to pieces. The glory and sense of existence of the Gaul civilization were destroyed. This is all the French nation could gain in this inexplicable world war?

Just a week ago, the generals of NATO European Command pointed out and asked them to reinforce the German guy who was unable to resist. Mitterrand couldn't help but sneer. He couldn't hide in the big brazier of Warsaw Pact, so how could he jump in on his own initiative?

Let NATO and those Americans go to hell first.

Waving his hand, asking his assistant to send the US ambassador away, Mitterrand stood up and walked, his mind still in a mess.

The model of the Federal Republic of Germany is ahead, and the stupid things that can never be done in the fire. The French Republic, which has always strived for duli, neither needs to please the Americans nor have to fight to the death with the Russians.

But what should I do? The Germans' ending is naturally tragic, but France, which has the duli strategic nuclear power, is not a fish that can be slaughtered. Although that little nuclear warhead may not change the situation even if it is thrown on the Russians, it is still possible to use it as a bargaining chip for negotiation.

Thinking about the "Polaris" ballistic missile nuclear submarine that the British rely on to maintain their dignity, the key was actually in the hands of the Americans. Mitterrand felt that these John Bulls had not made any progress for many years.

Only with nuclear weapons can there be dignity. Isn’t this the principles of this world?

Immersed in such thoughts, it took a long time for Mitterrand to look at the peaceful street scene outside the window. The breeze blew the curtains and brought in some refreshing fragrance of flowers. The atmosphere of France seemed to be so relaxed and comfortable, even when you were in front of the stormy front.

As if he had made up his mind, Mitterrand picked up the phone and arranged for a special person to summon the Soviet ambassador to meet.
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