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Soon, news of the Soviet advance army being besieged reached Moscow.

Inside the Kremlin's large conference room, the air was as stagnant as a heavy block of ice.

Joseph stood in front of the long table, smoking a pipe. Under his thick eyebrows, his sharp eyes were staring at the military map spread out on the table.

On the map, an area circled in red pencil is the location of the advance troops, and it is surrounded by dense blue arrows - that is the offensive posture of the Dragon Army.

He took a slow drag from the crude pipe in his hand, the smoke swirling through his trademark bushy beard.

The large conference room was eerily quiet, broken only by the crackling of the logs in the fireplace and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Several senior Russian generals present - Marshal Malinov, Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky and Air Force Marshal Novikov - all looked at their leader nervously, fearing that they would break the suffocating silence.

"Well," Joseph finally spoke, his voice unexpectedly calm. "The Dragon Nation's attack was faster than we expected, but that's not surprising."

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his expression remaining calm, even with a hint of nonchalant confidence.

Although the battle report just received showed that the Russian advance troops had been surrounded by the Dragon Army and were in danger, Joseph did not show any panic.

"The fact that the advance troops were surrounded was not a big deal,"

He continued, his voice carrying a sense of experience and sophistication.

"After all, Longguo is also a superpower. It's normal for things to go wrong when you attack a superpower."

Marshal Malinov nodded cautiously, but did not dare to respond.

In front of their leader, no one dared to interrupt his thoughts easily.

Especially in moments like this, when Joseph appears to be calmly analyzing the situation, everyone knows that this calm is often the calm before the storm.

Joseph walked to another table next to the map, where several military reports and photos were placed.

He picked up a photo of Longguo's new tank, frowned slightly and looked at it for a moment, then put it down gently.

"How are the reinforcements?"

He asked, his tone still calm, as if he was just asking about today's dinner menu.

Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky stepped forward and cleared his throat.

His fingers trembled slightly. This military genius who had commanded countless large-scale battles in World War II felt a rare nervousness at this moment.

"With all due respect, my dear Comrade Joseph."

"The situation is not good... The Third Army and the Seventh Mechanized Corps have advanced on the encircled advance forces as planned."

"According to the report from an hour ago, they should have made contact with the Dragon Army. The Far East Task Force commanded by Marshal Liushenko has also headed towards the designated area."

Joseph nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He walked back to the map and pointed his pipe at several blue arrows on the map.

"Look, comrades, the Dragon people made a strategic mistake."

"They've spread their forces thin besieging our advance guard, which has left them overextended. Once our reinforcements arrive from here—"

His pipe traced an arc across the map.

"——Break through here and we can cut off their supply lines, and then defeat them one by one."

The atmosphere in the room lightened slightly.

Joseph's analysis sounded so reasonable and hopeful that Malinov even smiled, as if victory was within his grasp.

However, at this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

A young communications officer came in with a telegram in his hand.

He walked directly to Malinov, whispered something in his ear, and then quickly left the room.

Malinov's face turned pale in an instant. He took a deep breath, as if mustering up his last bit of courage.

"Great Leader," his voice trembled slightly, "I just received the latest news. Our reinforcements..."

He paused, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

"What happened to our reinforcements?"

Joseph's voice remained calm, but his eyes had become as sharp as a knife.

Malinov swallowed and said awkwardly.

"All reinforcements have been blocked by the Dragon Nation. Now they are stuck in a stalemate. Not only are they unable to provide support, but they themselves are in danger of being annihilated."

There was a second of dead silence. Then two.

Suddenly, Joseph's pipe slammed down on the map, sending tobacco and sparks flying everywhere.

"This is impossible!" he roared, his calm exterior completely shattered by rage. "How could the Dragons possibly hold off three of our armies simultaneously? Where did they get such military might? Such technology?"

His beard trembled with excitement and his eyes burned with rage.

The generals present all took a step back unconsciously, fearing that they would become the target of his anger.

Joseph roared, grabbed the folder on the table and threw it against the wall, and the papers scattered all over the floor like snowflakes.

"I don't believe it!" His voice was filled with anger and disbelief. "The Dragon Kingdom, which was just a small follower of the Russian bear back then, is now so powerful..."

He paused, his hands resting on the table, his chest heaving violently.

Suddenly, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, followed by the second and third drops.

Joseph's eyes changed, and a hint of uneasiness and calculation mixed in with his anger.

Because he suddenly realized something.

"If these millions of troops are annihilated by the Dragon Kingdom, what should we do?"

He spoke almost to himself, his voice low and hoarse.

"Once these troops are annihilated, Russia's military strength will be greatly reduced, and countless loopholes will appear on its borders."

He straightened up, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by a calm fear, "Even suppressing Europe may not be possible..."

The conference room fell into deep silence.

Everyone could sense the gravity of the situation and the shift in their leader's mood—from initial calm confidence, to raging rage and loss of control, to now calm fear.

"Novikov,"

Joseph suddenly turned to the Air Marshal, his voice regaining some composure, but everyone could hear the urgency in it.

"Use all air power to ensure the security of the air corridor."

"Vasilevsky, mobilize all reserve troops to the front."

"Malinov, personally lead the elite troops to reinforce."

His eyes flickered with determination as he scanned everyone in the room.

"This unit must be rescued at all costs..."