It's not just the Americans who are shocked, the Russians are also stunned by Song Heping's news of taking Daguge in four hours.
Eight fifteen in the morning.
Western coastal city of Siria, Russian Front Command.
Brigadier General Niezov sat in the old sofa of the command center, listening to the staff officer recite the battle report of Daguk in a chanting tone.
"...The organized resistance of the enemy basically stopped before ten in the morning. The main forces on their exit from the city had largely been wiped out in the pre-set annihilation zone..."
Niezov smoked a cigarette indifferently, his gray-blue eyes squinting in the smoke, staring at Daguke's position on the worn map on the table. When he heard "Enemy casualties exceed fifteen hundred, our casualties are one hundred seven," his fingers paused for a moment.
"Four hours..."
He exhaled a smoke ring, turning his eyes to the chief of staff beside him: "Abramov, what do you think?"
