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Meanwhile, on the battlefield of Stalingrad.

The Mao Bear soldiers recovered from their initial shock, and cheers, laughter and crying mixed together to form a symphony of victory.

Captain Petrovich stood on top of a half-collapsed building, looking across the Volga River at the burning NATO equipment and fleeing enemy troops, his heart filled with incredible joy and relief.

“We survived, sir! We really did survive!”

A young signalman excitedly hugged Petrovich's waist with tears in his eyes.

Petrovich patted the young man's shoulder, and his eyes became a little moist.

Over the past two weeks, they have been through hell - ammunition is almost exhausted, food is in serious shortage, medical conditions are poor, and casualties are mounting.

Every day, he has to face the expectant eyes of the soldiers and give them the courage and hope to continue fighting, even though he himself does not know whether a miracle will happen.

And now, a miracle did happen.

A "rain of fire" of unknown origin destroyed NATO's vanguard and bought them precious breathing time.

"Sergei! Account for men and ammunition immediately!"

Petrovich shouted to his deputy, quickly pulling himself out of his emotions and regaining his officer's composure.

"NATO may attack again and we have to be prepared."

"Andre, organize personnel to treat the wounded and reinforce the defense line. All combat-capable soldiers, return to their respective posts immediately!"

His order was quickly passed down. Although the soldiers were still immersed in the joy of escaping death, they all knew that the battle was far from over.

They set into action with astonishing efficiency, each face radiating new energy and determination.

Petrovich turned to the signalman. "Nikolai, try to contact headquarters. Tell them our situation and request support and instructions."

The signalman nodded and quickly operated the radio equipment.

Surprisingly, the communication signal that had been interfered with before now became unusually clear.

"Sir, there's a call from headquarters!" Less than five minutes later, the signalman shouted excitedly and handed the receiver to Petrovich.

Petrovich took the receiver, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Captain Petrovich, reporting from the 126th Infantry Regiment of the Stalingrad Front!"

"Comrade Petrovich," the voice of Major General Popov, the head of the command, came from the other end of the line, "your perseverance makes the entire Russian bear proud. We have been working hard to support you, and now, we have finally succeeded."

“I knew our motherland would never forget us!”

Petrovich almost shouted, unable to contain his excitement.

“You finally came to support us!”

Major General Popov smiled on the other end of the phone, his voice filled with relief.

"Hold on, Comrade Petrovich. Help has indeed arrived, and it's not just ours."

“Not just…?” Petrovich was confused and wanted to ask further, but Major General Popov had already changed the subject.

"Listen, Comrade Petrovich, the situation on the battlefield has changed significantly. I can't reveal too many details, but please be assured that reinforcements will arrive at the front soon."

“At the same time, I need you to immediately withdraw your forces from your current position and move at least two kilometers to the east. NATO may launch a retaliatory strike against your position.”

Petrovich's heart trembled, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Understood, Comrade Major General, I will organize an evacuation immediately. Please tell me, what was that mysterious fire attack just now..."

Before he could finish his words, the communication was suddenly interrupted.

Petrovich frowned and was about to ask the signalman to reconnect when suddenly, a rapid alarm sounded outside the command center.

"Enemy planes! Enemy planes are approaching!" The shout from the lookout broke the brief calm.

Petrovich quickly rushed out of the command center and looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, several small black dots appeared on the skyline, flying rapidly towards Stalingrad.

As the distance got closer, he could clearly make out that they were the United States' most advanced F-15 Eagle fighter jets. They were flying in formation, obviously to carry out precision strike missions.

"Everyone, evacuate the command center immediately! Disperse and hide!" Petrovich ordered loudly, and at the same time he started running outside.

But he knew in his heart that ordinary concealment was almost meaningless in the face of such advanced fighter jets.

The F-15 is equipped with advanced radar and precision-guided weapons, which can easily lock onto and destroy ground targets.

What's more, the location of their headquarters has been exposed and their electronic signals may have been detected by the enemy.

The soldiers fled in all directions, but most of them did not show much fear on their faces.

After two weeks of hellish fighting, the shadow of death has been with them day and night.

If there is any difference, it is that there is a hint of regret in their eyes - after seeing hope, they have to face death again.

Petrovich ran to a more open place and looked up at the sky again.

The F-15s were so close that he could even make out the American flag on their fuselages.

In the sunlight, these steel birds of prey flashed coldly, like the scythe of the god of death, ready to reap lives at any time.

“At least we held Stalingrad,” Petrovich thought. “At least we lived up to our country’s expectations.”

He closed his eyes, and scenes of his hometown, his parents' faces, and the girl he had never had the chance to confess to flashed through his mind.

In war, death often comes so suddenly that people don't even have enough time to say goodbye.

The soldiers around also stopped and looked up at the sky, as if facing their own fate.

Some silently made the sign of the cross, some whispered prayers, and some just stood there in silence, with an unyielding light in their eyes.

At this critical moment, a shocking scene happened.

Suddenly, several dazzling rays of light streaked across the sky, like meteors streaking across the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, the three F-15 fighter jets flying in the front exploded in the air, turning into huge fireballs, with metal fragments and black smoke flying everywhere in the sky.

It all happened so suddenly and so unexpectedly that everyone—the Russian soldiers on the ground and the remaining F-15 pilots in the air—was momentarily stunned.

Petrovich stared at the scene with wide eyes in disbelief.

How could those proud fighter jets, considered the most advanced in the world, be shot down so easily? What weapons could do this?

The F-15 formation in the air immediately fell into chaos. They made sharp turns and released heat-disrupting bombs in an attempt to avoid this unknown attack.

But obviously, they don't know where the threat comes from and how to deal with it.

Petrovich quickly recovered himself and shouted an order.

"Everyone, quickly organize air defense! Use this opportunity to evacuate the headquarters area! Kovalev, take a team to protect important documents and equipment!"

The soldiers sprang into action, but many of them were still unconsciously drawn to the scene in the sky.

More F-15s began to turn and flee, apparently abandoning their original bombing mission.

“What is…?”

Petrovich muttered to himself, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

First, a mysterious fire strike destroyed a NATO bridgehead, and now an unknown weapon has shot down an F-15.

These things are obviously beyond the normal capabilities of the Russian army.

Suddenly, he remembered what Major General Popov had said on the phone: "Support has indeed arrived, and it's not just our support."

A bold guess formed in Petrovich's mind.

If this was indeed the intervention of a third party, with such advanced weapon systems, then it is likely that...

He didn't have any more time to think because the signalman came rushing over to report.

"Sir! Headquarters called again, ordering us to immediately retreat eastward to the designated assembly point. They said..."

There was a hint of incredible excitement in the signalman's voice.

“They say our new allies are arriving at the front lines soon!”

Petrovich took a deep breath and nodded, already having a premonition in his heart.

The battle for Stalingrad was far from over, but the situation had changed fundamentally.

A new force has entered the battlefield, and this may well change the course of the entire war.

He took one last look at the sky, where several F-15s were still fleeing in panic, like a flock of birds startled by a hunter.

And in the farther sky, he seemed to see a new aircraft approaching, but it was not any model that Mao Xiong was familiar with.

"Everyone, retreat according to the plan!"

Petrovich issued his final orders and then led his soldiers away from the command center, which had just experienced a life-and-death situation.

Behind them, above Stalingrad, a new force was revealing its power, one that would completely change the face of the war and perhaps even the world.