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There was no one to stop them, and the Romanian defenders were already at the end of their bows, and it was impossible to stop the panzer corps that were swarming like a tidal wave.

Behind him, he carried an organ-like hail and a storm of wind and fired rockets into the sky fiercely, each rocket firing a dazzling flame at the tail, like fireworks in a bloody arc from the sky. These Buran rockets, once prepared for the liberation of the world, are once again aimed at those traitors who have betrayed the Divine Will and the doctrine they once believed.

Everything will disappear in the overwhelming offensive.

Buildings in the town were blown up, crumbling buildings and dust buried Romanian troops trying to hide and resist, self-propelled guns on the Shilka River were blown into a pile of scrap metal, and T55 tanks disappeared into billowing smoke. If you look up from the ground, you will see countless bars of light tearing through the air falling precisely on the positions of the government troops, and then the loud explosion will turn into smoke-filled ruins.

The bombardment lasted only a few tens of seconds, and after a minute the front line became quiet.

Looking through the binoculars to the other side, the Romanian armored forces had no strength to resist. Bucharest is already within reach, and as long as the river is crossed, everything will end today. Vojnea is also waiting, waiting for the Capitol incident to reach the front line, so that they can automatically raise their flags and surrender.

The Romanian command is already in disarray. They were horrified to find that no matter how much information could be conveyed, they did not know what was happening on the front line, and they did not know what was going on in the Romanian Ministry of Defense. The front-line command was like a lonely boat in the ocean with no way to ask for help, and Soviet electronic warfare blocked all the way out for Romanian fighters.

"None of the armies can be contacted, not even General Stenkulescu, we are in absolute silence."

When the communications officer told the commander, General Kitsak, the desperate news, he tried to hold his nerve and tried to make a final struggle. The fear of imminent defeat permeated the troops, and they already had a premonition that their time was numbered. Fear spread within the army, which found themselves unable to stop the advance of the rebel armored units. Not only did the T55 tank, which had a numerical advantage, but even the T72 tank, which had even more terrible firepower, and tornado rockets appeared on the battlefield, and the opponent also had an advantage in terms of the number of weapons.

Suddenly, a snowflake appeared on all the computer screens of the command, and Kichak frowned dissatisfiedly, this was the third time this had happened, and he stood in the middle angrily and roared at the communications personnel, "Damn, who can solve this damn electromagnetic interference for me?" Why is there no one among you who makes the opponent of the Soviet electronic warfare troops, and the state spends so much money on training every year, not for nothing! Hurry up and fix this for me. ”

Kitchak kicked the table over, all the papers spilled on the floor, the papers fluttered in front of him, and the angry eyes seemed to swallow everything. The successive days of defeat had made him lose his due calm, and although he tried his best to advocate the relocation from Bucharest, the group of fools at the top resolutely refused to take a step back because of the situation.

This also made Kitchak at a loss, completely unable to solve the approaching Soviet army with ease. The Romanian Army was trapped alive on the front line by a bunch of idiots.

The command room was silent, and no one dared to contradict the angry old man in front of him. Under the guidance of Marshal Ogarkov, the Soviet Army's information reform has gone even more far-reaching than that of the United States, and it is simply wishful thinking for a Romanian command to confront the best electronic warfare units of the Soviet Army. The information-based combat capability displayed by the Soviet army is not comparable to that of a small country in Eastern Europe.

Electronic warfare aircraft at high altitude have taken control of the situation, and the lack of an updated Romanian command system is like a rusty blunt knife that is difficult to inflict damage on the Soviet troops. The Soviets, on the other hand, were able to easily breach their systems and record the details of the entire command on hard drives.

And the photos taken during the riots in the square are being uploaded to the Romanian command, and when they are done, they are eager to see what the Romanian government command will look like when they see the photos.

The originally white snowflake screen suddenly popped up countless photos, clearly displayed in front of everyone, those were the members of the parliament and the cabinet members of Konstantinescu who were hanged on the street lamp. The command personnel turned their heads and looked at the Romanian government army Kichak.

They are waiting for an explanation.

"This is nothing more than a despicable conspiracy of the enemy, and the Romanian troops have not yet collapsed and continue to fight."

Kichak looked at the pictures with disdain, he already knew the enemy's psychological tactics. The front line is losing step by step, and the tactics of attacking the heart have become one of the means of these people in order to achieve the goal of quickly resolving the war.

But they haven't compromised yet. As long as the war continues, the Romanian forces have no reason to compromise.

However, the more desperate news was approaching the headquarters step by step, and the officials sent by the Social Democrats rushed directly into the headquarters, and the people who got out of the car hurried to the command post.

When the officers in suits and leather shoes appeared in the army, a certain sense of uneasy fear welled up in everyone's hearts.

Kichak turned his head and saw the presidential adviser sweating profusely, he tugged at Kichak's sleeve and breathless, "It's over, it's over." ”

"What's going on?"

Kichak asked the other party with a dissatisfied face, "We are still in the final battle, if you dare to shake the heart of the army, I will be the first to kill you!" ”

The presidential adviser grabbed Kitchak's tie and replied indifferently, "I said it, it's over." Now is the representative of the new government in order to end the final battle of the Romanian army, did you hear clearly? The top brass of Constantinescu had all hanged themselves on the road outside the Reichstag. ”

"Your war has no meaning!"

He pointed to the bloody pictures on the screen and replied indifferently, "Do you think these things are just psychological fraud tactics to coax you?" This is an ultimatum to the Romanian rebels, and if you don't lay down your arms and surrender, they will be able to settle here. ”

Despair and breakdown, enveloping all those present.

All eyes of the command were focused on Kichak, who was waiting for the commander's final order to hold on to the place or to lay down their arms and surrender to the new regime.

However, what they saw was a desperate face, staring at those pictures with tears in their eyes, muttering bitterly, "Is this all over?" ”

"Why...... This is how it will end ......"

It was all over, and the Romanian armored forces, guided by a quick victory, were ready to forcibly occupy the city. Tanks and armoured vehicles were invading the city, and the meat grinder-like front shovels were moving forward with gears, loaded with rake nails, crushing the roads, crushing the masonry in front of them, the walls and broken walls, everything that could be seen would be reduced to slag under the steel tracks.

Su-27 fighters circled over the city of Bucharest, and the last held positions were lost one after another due to the existence of electromagnetic interference, without follow-up support, without communication between various units, the Romanian Army was a guinea pig cut and surrounded. Mi-28 helicopter gunships constantly destroy the remnants of the firepower stronghold, turning it into

Steel flooded the city, as well as the last chance of the Romanian army.

Little by little, the torrent surrounds everything, and little by little it swallows everything. Along the way were scrapped armored units of the Romanian Army, as well as cold corpses soaked in the mud. The Romanian People's Army marched through the corpses of the old era, into the capital, towards the Capitol, a symbol of depravity and corruption.

The situation is settled.

When the red flag began to fly over Bucharest, everything was already doomed.

The Romanian People's Army, rising from the rubble, stepped into the city.

It's over, it's all over. (To be continued.) )