Rise of an Empire

"Who can tell me what this month's frontline battle report is about?"

In Hanoi, the capital of North Vietnam, the original Royal Palace of Vietnam had been requisitioned by the Soviet Union and turned into a wartime headquarters. General Kukoff, the supreme commander of the Soviet Union, was roaring in the hall.

The generals below were all reprimanded and did not dare to speak. Unlike those in the United States, General Kukoff was one of the top three powerful men in the country. He also had a hot temper and was cold-blooded. He would shoot an opponent to death just because he made a mistake. The general did a lot.

"Speak, are you all mute?" After waiting for several minutes and no one reported the situation, General Kukoff suddenly became angry, slapped the table and stood up.

The gold-inlaid nanzi table that had been handed down from the Xishan Dynasty creaked as he slapped it, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.

"According to our inside information, it seems that the enemy's assault team has been attacking frequently recently, which is why we have suffered abnormal casualties." Seeing that Kukov was about to get angry, an unlucky guy finally stood up in the eyes of everyone's pity, trembling. report to.

"Assault Team" Kukoff frowned at first, then directly picked up the paperweight on the table and smashed it at the unlucky guy.

Kang dang

The golden paperweight hit the unlucky guy on the head, causing him to fall backwards with a bloody head. The people on both sides reached out to support him in a tacit understanding, and then dragged him out without saying a word.

Damn it, being a staff advisor next to the General is really life-threatening.

Everyone looked at the staff officer who was dragged out with envious eyes. Even though he was pretending to be dizzy, there was a smile on the corner of the other person's mouth.

He was injured in the line of duty. If he didn't stay in the Yalta Sanatorium for three to five years, he would never be discharged from the hospital.

"A single assault team actually caused the casualties of more than 2,000 of our soldiers. Are you going to tell me that there was Magneto in that assault team?" Kukoff roared angrily.

Mutants are of course invincible to ordinary people, but they are really incompetent when faced with an established army.

After all, the official strongest mutant so far is Magneto, but even with Magneto's strength, if he wants to take down dozens of strongholds in a dense forest in one go, he will probably be exhausted to death.

And the other mutants?

Then it can really only be described as scumbag.

According to intelligence from the Soviet Union, the two most arrogant mutants on the front lines of the US military battlefield are a pair of brothers. They are running rampant with their immortality, but last time they were almost burned to a crisp by mechanical troops equipped with flamethrowers. , as a result, the two guys are now cowardly cowards, not daring to close their eyes.

"Intelligence shows that the assault team has recently added a new member named Conrad Wetting." Another unlucky guy stood up and reported bravely.

There was no way, the lot was drawn at the door just now, and he got the second lot.

"Why does the name Konrad Wetting sound familiar?" But fortunately, this time Kukoff did not take action. Instead, he sat down, clasped his hands together and began to think.

"He's the financial genius promoted by the Western media. In the past two months, the United States even trumpeted that he had joined the army, causing another surge in U.S. recruitment efficiency." Seeing the general sit down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

General Kukoff, who was in a thinking state, was still very sensible. Otherwise, a guy with a purely bad temper would not be able to be the real leader of the Soviet Union.

"Um, isn't that kid in finance? How dare a bastard like Lyndon send him to the front line?" After being reminded by his subordinate, Kukoff finally reacted and asked with some confusion.

Although he dislikes the style of those bourgeois, as the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. As a powerful leader of the Soviet Union, Kukoff naturally knows the power structure of the United States very well.

As the leader of the ZTE plutocrats in the United States, Conrad may not be comparable to those famous families that have been passed down for hundreds of years in terms of heritage, but his influence is far superior, and he can definitely be regarded as the leader of the current young generation in the United States.

If such a person has any shortcomings on the battlefield, I guess President Lyndon