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Stalingrad front, Soviet command headquarters.

Captain Petrovich was updating Major General Popov on the latest situation.

After the miraculous performance of the J-20 fighter jets, the morale of the Russian defenders was greatly boosted, but the problem of shortage of supplies still exists.

"Comrade Major General, our ammunition reserves are still low," Petrovich reported. "Almost all of our heavy weapons have been destroyed, and only a few anti-tank guns and mortars are still usable. If NATO launches a new round of offensive, our ability to resist will be limited."

Major General Popov nodded, but there was not much worry on his face.

"Comrade Petrovich, I understand your concerns."

"But don't worry, reinforcements are on the way. Dragon Country has not only sent fighter jets, but also ground troops. Their vanguard is expected to reach Stalingrad within two hours."

Petrovich's eyes lit up.

"Really, Comrade Major General? Did the Dragon Kingdom really send ground troops?"

"Yes, and on a considerable scale," Popov confirmed with a hint of a smile. "According to the latest intelligence, it includes heavy armored units and special forces regiments. They have brought the most advanced equipment and ammunition. Our mission is to hold our position and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

At this moment, an urgent report came from the lookout.

"The enemy is gathering! A large number of tanks and armored vehicles are moving towards the Volga River! They seem to be preparing to launch a new round of attacks!"

Major General Popov and Petrovich quickly checked their telescopes.

Sure enough, on the west bank, NATO tanks and armored vehicles were forming attack formations.

The most eye-catching are the tanks with unique shapes - streamlined turrets and long gun barrels, which are obviously different from the common M60 or Leopard tanks.

“What kind of tank is that?” Petrovich asked in surprise. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Major General Popov narrowed his eyes and his expression became serious.

"That's the M1A1 Abrams main battle tank, the latest flagship weapon developed by the Eagle Sauce."

"As far as I know, it is equipped with advanced composite armor and a 120mm smoothbore gun. It is one of the most advanced main battle tanks in the world."

Petrovich gasped.

"So how do we deal with them? I'm afraid our anti-tank weapons won't be able to penetrate their armor."

Major General Popov pondered for a moment, then picked up the communication equipment.

"I need to contact the Dragon Nation immediately. They must expedite reinforcements, especially anti-tank units."

"At the same time, order all troops to immediately enter combat readiness and prepare to meet the enemy's attack."

NATO forces assembly area on the west bank of the Volga River.

The M1A1 tanks of the 7th Armored Brigade roared with their engines, ready to go.

These steel behemoths were arranged in two rows, with their turrets rotating and their gun barrels pointing directly at Stalingrad on the east coast.

Around the tanks, the infantrymen were nervously checking their equipment, and the sounds of armored vehicle engines could be heard one after another.

General MacArthur personally came to the front line to inspect the troops.

He stood in a command vehicle, gazing at the Volga River not far away and Stalingrad across the river.

After fierce fighting, the city had become a ruin, but in the ruins, the Russian soldiers still resisted tenaciously.

"Gentlemen," MacArthur said to the officers around him, his voice filled with determination and confidence, "today we will write a new chapter in history."

"Stalingrad, the city that once stood in Hitler's way, will fall under our offensive. Once Stalingrad is taken, the road to Moscow will be unimpeded, and the end of the Soviet Empire will come."

He turned to Colonel Anderson, commander of the 7th Armored Brigade.

"Colonel, your M1A1 tanks will be the spearhead of this offensive. I look forward to seeing them in action."

Colonel Anderson saluted. "General, the 7th Armored Brigade will never let you down. Our M1A1s are ready and ready to go."

"Very good," MacArthur nodded with satisfaction, then looked around at the troops. "Remember, our goal is a quick victory."

"Stalingrad must be taken before the main reinforcements from Dragon Country arrive. I don't want to see any hesitation or retreat."

“Onward until victory!”

The officers saluted and quickly returned to their posts to prepare for the upcoming attack.

MacArthur took one last look at Stalingrad and returned to his command vehicle.

Deep in his heart, a strong belief supported him - this time, he would not let anyone stand in his way of victory, especially the Dragon Kingdom that had once defeated him on the peninsula.

Following MacArthur's order, NATO artillery opened fire first.

Hundreds of artillery pieces roared at the same time, and shells rained down on the defense line of Stalingrad.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a sea of ​​fire.

The shelling lasted for nearly twenty minutes. When the smoke and dust cleared slightly, the M1A1 tank formation slowly started and moved towards the Volga River.

The engineering troops quickly built a pontoon bridge to provide a crossing channel for the tanks.

The air defense forces followed closely behind, always alert to possible air threats.

In the command vehicle, MacArthur observed the battlefield situation through a telescope.

There was a complex expression on his face - a mixture of anticipation for the upcoming victory and obsession with the unfinished mission of the past.

No battle in his military career had ever carried as much personal emotion and historical significance as the attack on Stalingrad.

“Forward, warriors,” he whispered to himself, as if to encourage the soldiers who were about to go into battle. “Let history remember this day, remember how the NATO coalition conquered Stalingrad.”

The M1A1 tanks began to cross the river, their tracks stirring up waves of water, and their 120mm main guns were like hunters' spears, pointing directly at the target on the opposite bank.

Under the cover of armored vehicles, the infantry troops also began to advance to the east bank across the pontoon bridge.

A new battle, a battle that may change the fate of the entire Eurasian continent, is about to begin in the ruins of the historic city of Stalingrad.

MacArthur stood in the command vehicle, looking into the distance, with complex expressions in his eyes.

He knew that this battle could be the pinnacle of his military career or his biggest gamble.

But no matter what the outcome, he has made his decision and is willing to bear all the consequences for it.

On the other side of the battlefield, Major General Popov and Captain Petrovich were also staring at the NATO troops crossing the river.

They knew that a fierce battle was about to begin, and whether the Russian defenders could hold out until the Dragon Army's reinforcements arrived would determine the fate of Stalingrad and even the entire war...