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

Hearing MacArthur's extremely firm Chinese voice.

The soldiers' expressions began to change. Some stood straighter, and some began to have a faint light flashing in their eyes.

"Look at the men around you," MacArthur continued. "You've been through hell together, and you're still standing. What does that prove?"

"This proves that you are the most tenacious warriors and fighters who never give up!"

“The enemy may have advanced weapons, but they can never defeat the will of man!”

His voice reached a crescendo: "I promise you, when we face the Dragon Nation again, the situation will be completely different."

"Our reports have reached Washington, and the nation's best scientists and engineers are working around the clock to develop equipment to counter these new weapons."

“We will fight technology with technology, and innovation with innovation!”

The soldiers began to talk in low voices, and the despair in their eyes was gradually replaced by a cautious hope.

MacArthur knew that his words were beginning to have an effect. Although not enough to completely restore morale, they at least gave these traumatized soldiers a glimmer of hope.

“Today, we retreat, but this is only for tomorrow’s victory!”

MacArthur ended his speech loudly, clenching his right fist and raising it high.

“History will remember this day not as our failure, but as the beginning of our awakening!”

"For the free world, for human dignity, we will rise again!"

After the speech, the soldiers' reaction exceeded MacArthur's expectations.

Although there was no enthusiastic cheering, many people stood up straight and saluted him.

This silent tribute is more powerful than any noisy cheers because it represents a recognition and trust that rises from the bottom of the heart.

Colonel Wilson walked up to MacArthur and whispered.

“General, your words give them hope. But we do need Washington’s full support, otherwise the next time we face the Dragon Nation, the outcome could be even worse.”

MacArthur nodded. "I have prepared a detailed report describing what we encountered at Stalingrad."

"Those drones, those robot dogs, their tactics and capabilities."

“Washington must realize that this is not a conventional war, but a technological revolution. If we don’t adjust our strategy quickly, the entire European battlefield will be lost.”

Just then, a signalman came running over hurriedly with a nervous look on his face.

"General, urgent call from headquarters! Our radar station has detected multiple UFOs approaching our position!"

MacArthur's expression instantly turned serious: "Direction? Quantity? Speed?"

"About ten to fifteen aircraft, heading southwest, flying at a medium speed and low altitude. Preliminary assessment: they may be transport planes or bombers."

MacArthur made a quick decision: "Order all air defense forces to enter a state of alert! All portable air defense missiles are ready! The wounded and non-combatants are immediately transferred to the bunker!"

The order was quickly passed down, and the originally tired soldiers became nervous again.

The hope that had just been briefly established was replaced by fear - if the Dragon Kingdom decided to send a group of bombers to attack them, they would have almost no effective means of defense.

MacArthur picked up the telescope and looked toward the southwest.

A few minutes later, he saw those planes - they were indeed large aircraft similar to transport planes, but their shapes were a bit strange. Various weapon systems seemed to be installed on the sides and bottom of the fuselage. They looked like some kind of armed transport planes or aerial artillery.

"Are the Dragons crazy? These are obviously transport planes!" MacArthur said, a hint of shock in his voice. "What are they planning to do? Airborne soldiers to hunt us down?"

……

At the same time, in the ruins of Stalingrad, the Soviet soldiers were celebrating this hard-won victory wildly.

Wine bottles were opened, singing echoed among the ruins, and some people even started an impromptu traditional woolly bear dance.

After going through a hellish ordeal, they finally saw the dawn of victory.

Captain Petrovich stood on the roof of a half-destroyed building, looking down at the celebrating soldiers with a complicated expression on his face.

He was delighted by the victory but also felt heavy at the price he paid.

Before the reinforcements from the Dragon Kingdom arrived, his troops had lost nearly two-thirds of their personnel, and every comrade who died left an indelible mark in his heart.

“Comrade Captain,” his second-in-command climbed onto the roof and handed him a bottle of vodka. “Want a sip? You deserve it.”

Petrovich took the bottle but did not drink it immediately.

His eyes turned to the west, where the Eagle Sauce troops were retreating.

"Strange," he whispered, "Why don't the Dragons continue to pursue? They have so many advanced weapons, they can easily annihilate the remaining Eagle Sauce forces."

The deputy shrugged. "Perhaps they just wanted to defend Stalingrad, not completely wipe out the Eagle Sauce?"

"After all, excessive strikes could lead to a larger-scale conflict."

Petrovich shook his head, not entirely accepting this explanation.

As an experienced officer, he knew that on the battlefield, letting the enemy go often meant paying a greater price in the future.

Especially for a rebellious general like MacArthur, today's humiliation will only become the motivation for his future revenge.

“They’ll be back,”

Petrovich finally said, tilting his head back and taking a sip of wine, letting the strong alcohol burn in his throat,

"And next time, they'll bring countermeasures against Dragon Nation's weapons. War never ends with a single victory."

Just as they were talking, a signalman came running over.

"Comrade Captain! Major General Popov requests you report to headquarters immediately!"

Petrovich exchanged a puzzled look with his deputy, then quickly went downstairs to the makeshift command post.

Major General Popov was standing in front of a telescope with a serious expression.

“Comrade Petrovich,” the major general said, beckoning him over as he entered. “Look southeast and tell me what you see.”

Petrovich took the telescope and pointed it in the indicated direction.

At first, he only saw the calm night sky and the stars in the distance.

But soon, he noticed a group of black spots flying westward in formation - exactly the direction the Eagle Sauce was retreating.

“Is that… a plane?” he asked, confused, continuing to peer through the telescope. “It looks like… a transport plane?”

Indeed, in appearance, these aircraft are very different from traditional bombers or fighters.

They are large in size, with high wings and a thick fuselage, very similar to military transport planes used to transport paratroopers or supplies.

But several details caught Petrovich's attention - the altitude of these "transport planes" was obviously lower than that of conventional transport missions, and their formations were very tight, which made them more like carrying out tactical missions rather than simple transportation.

"Why would the Dragons send transport planes to pursue the Eagle Sauce?" Petrovich asked in confusion. "Are they going to drop paratroopers to cut off the Eagle Sauce's retreat route?"