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"F**K!"
McMaster slammed the table in fury, instantly understanding what the situation was, they had been betrayed!
Despicable betrayal!
At the most critical moment, the allies had chosen to sit back and hold out for a better offer!
As for the Far East? There was nothing to say about that place, after all, the Pacific Fleet was there...
McMaster suddenly thought of something, frowned in contemplation, his eyes widened, and once again he couldn't help but let out a curse.
"Damn it, get me the President, there's a conspiracy!"
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Near Desert Base, a routine training ground.
At 23:46, the sharp roar of jet engines once again came from the end of the runway. An An-1250, with its formidable wingspan, made its way in, and with the skillful operation of the pilot, it landed smoothly on the runway, stirring up a gale that made the soldiers waiting to board struggle to keep their footing.