Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

As soon as the chief finished speaking, Fang Yu received an urgent communication from the front-line command center.

He walked out of the meeting room quickly, with the top executives continuing their heated discussion behind him.

A calm and brief report came from the communicator: All troops on the border have completed the strategic transfer as planned, and the first phase of "luring the enemy deep" has been successful.

Fang Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little. He looked out the window and saw that the eastern sky was already turning pale.

In this game, Longguo has already taken the first step. It remains to be seen whether the Russian bear will fall into this carefully designed trap.

……

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away at the Longmeng border, Colonel Grigory Petrov drove his T-62 main battle tank across the Longguo border with the dull roar of the tracks rolling over the soft ground.

In the morning light, his eyes narrowed into slits, and the expression on his face showed both the arrogance of a conqueror and the vigilance of an unknown battlefield.

“Push forward, keep pushing forward! Don’t stop!”

Petrov gave orders to the entire armored battalion through the car radio, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"The first team to reach the Dragon Nation military camp will receive a special commendation from the Marshal!"

A huge torrent of steel surged in the morning light. More than forty tanks formed a wedge-shaped array, crushing every inch of land on the grassland.

Behind the tanks are infantry fighting vehicles and self-propelled artillery lined up in neat rows, forming a formidable offensive scene.

"Colonel, a Dragon Army camp has been spotted two kilometers ahead," the communicator reported, his voice reaching Petrov through his earpiece. "Satellite imagery shows no obvious fortifications or troop concentrations."

Petrov frowned.

As an experienced commander, his intuition told him that something was wrong.

The Longguo army has always been known for its tenacity and it is impossible for them to abandon their border positions without firing a single shot.

"Slow down and stay alert," he ordered, grabbing the telescope and looking ahead. "There might be an ambush."

However, as the distance got closer, the anomaly became more and more obvious.

The Longguo military camp was empty. Although the tents were neatly arranged, there was no sign of any human activity.

Even the expected smoke from cooking fires was nowhere to be seen.

"The entire battalion halts its advance," Petrov ordered, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, not only from the stifling heat inside the tank, but also from the unnatural circumstances. "First and second platoons, remain where you are, and third platoon, follow me for reconnaissance."

Two T-62s cautiously approached the edge of the military camp. Petrov opened the hatch, half of his body leaned out of the tank, and looked around vigilantly.

There was a strange silence in the air, broken only by the chirping of birds in the distance.

"Lieutenant Korekin, take a platoon in to check," Petrov said to the infantry commander beside him. "Be sure to be careful of mines and booby traps."

Twenty minutes later, Koledin returned with a look of mixed confusion and contempt on his face.

"Colonel, the Dragons retreated completely, leaving no guards behind. It appears they left around midnight yesterday, leaving behind some worthless supplies and empty tents."

Hearing this, Petrov was stunned for a moment, then a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips: "Ha! I knew these yellow monkeys would piss their pants when they heard we were coming! They don't even have the courage to confront us head-on!"

"Send a message to the entire battalion," he turned to the messenger, his voice filled with the joy of victory, "We have captured the first line of defense of Longguo, and the enemy has fled without a fight! Report this good news to Marshal Smirnov immediately!"

The communicator quickly contacted Marshal Smirnov at the rear command headquarters.

The marshal was in the operations room, and the large screen in front of him displayed a map of the battlefield situation of the entire border area.

He was tall, with neatly combed silver hair and a chest covered with shining medals, testifying to his glorious military career.

As a famous general who once personally led soldiers to successfully break out of the siege from Slingrad and all the way to the Reichstag in Berlin, he did not approve of Joseph's rash behavior this time.

But as a soldier, he resolutely became the commander of this Eastern Expedition.

"Comrade Marshal, Colonel Petrov reports that the border military camp of Longguo has been occupied and the enemy has retreated without a fight!" The communications officer excitedly conveyed the news.

Upon hearing this, Marshal Smirnov showed no joy on his face, but instead frowned his thick eyebrows.

As a veteran of World War II, he understood the complexity of war and the tenacity of the Dragon Army better than anyone else.

“Colonel Petrov also said,” the communications officer continued, his voice tinged with sarcasm, “that these Dragon soldiers are cowards who deserted the battlefield!”

Marshal Smirnov's face darkened instantly. He grabbed the communicator and said, "Colonel Petrov, retract your foolish comments immediately! Do not underestimate your opponent!"

Petrov, who was on the other end of the communicator, was shocked by the Marshal's sudden anger. He stammered in response: "But Comrade Marshal, it is true. They did retreat..."

"Idiot!" Smirnov roared, his voice echoing throughout the headquarters. "The Dragon people know for themselves that they are definitely not the kind of people who would desert a battlefield."

"If they are really so vulnerable, then there is no way they can defeat the Eagle Sauce on the Peninsula! Insulting the Dragon Army is no different from insulting the Russian Bear's own troops."

"Moreover, as a nation that was able to write The Art of War more than 2,000 years ago, they are the nation that best understands the art of war."

There was silence in the command center. All officers held their breath and dared not make any sound.

Smirnov took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and turned his tone serious.

"Petrov, your mission is to advance, but you must remain vigilant. The Dragons won't abandon their positions for no reason. They must have a bigger plan."

"Immediately increase surveillance, deploy drones and reconnaissance aircraft to search for any suspicious activity within a 100-kilometer radius."

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!" Petrov's voice no longer had the previous frivolity.

After hanging up the call, Smirnov turned to his chief of operations staff and said, "I don't like this feeling."

"The Dragons are playing a big game. Immediately raise the alert level of all forces, especially air defense systems and nuclear forces."

What exactly was the Dragon Nation planning? Smirnov walked over to the battle map, his eyes sweeping over the land they had just "easily" captured. Retreat might be just a decoy, but what kind of trap lay behind it?