"You're holding a gate for no one. You're just an idiot standing on a wall."
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Colonel General Alexandrov could only marvel at the speed with which the prefabricated buildings had gone up. Camp Zhukov had gone from being a barren set of foothills with the odd scrub brush and tall grass to a first rate military encampment. Still, the rate of construction was to be expected when instead of an engineering battalion or two assigned to them, they now had a full engineering division.
Barracks, infirmaries, bunkers, and hangers had all sprung up like weeds on the mountain side in addition to miles upon miles of wire and razor wire fence. In fact, so rapid was the progress was the construction that Moscow had stepped up the timetable for colonists. He was actually on his way back from greeting around two thousand of them. All men, all miners or operators related to mining, with their families to be coming in the coming weeks. By the end of the month he was expecting to have something like twelve thousand Soviet citizens running around, mostly from the Ukraine and GDR surprisingly.
Their lodgings were already provided for, indeed there was lodging for ten times their amount immediately available with more going up with every passing day. There was a joke going around that excavators now outnumbered tanks in the Gate Army, which was actually probably pretty close to the truth. Camp Zhukov had turned into a sprawling military city, that resembled the spokes on a wheel in how it was set up. Each new section was first enclosed with fencing and wire before filled in with structures and roads. The base now extended for at least a mile in every direction from the base of Mt. Rubicon, and in some cases farther, much of it geared towards housing a civilian populaiton.
Alexandrov didn't know the specifics, but he knew one thing for sure and that was the fact that they were here to extract element R331, or mythril as some of the locals called it. He had made quiet inquiries as to why the metal was so important and had been told through official channels that it was above his pay grade, which considering his rank was saying something. Though they didn't outright say it like that to his face. Through unofficial channels, friends of his dating back to the Great Patriotic War, he had learned that R331, or mythril had the ability to defeat any and all known radar and tracking systems. A light coating of the metal, even just as a paint would render all radar and long range missile systems used against it, completely useless.
This in itself worried Alexandrov. He'd already lived through one world war, and he knew there were members in High Command and the Proletariat who would see this as an edge to be used against NATO. A trump card if you will and while it would make them unstoppable in the conventional sense, they were still just as vulnerable in the nuclear one. There were those however, some of Alexandrov's colleagues included who would see this as a means to break the stalemate induced with the advent of nuclear weapons.
If they were allowed free reign, then fifteen million Red Army soldiers stationed on the border to the West would pour across Europe in an unstoppable wave. There were others though, General Alexandrov among them who wished to avoid such a war. He wasn't a coward by any means, Alexandrov was a patriot and he loved the Motherland, would die for it if needed, but he could not condone a war that would rip open wounds not yet entirely healed from the last one.
So deep in thought was Alexandrov that he didn't notice several GAZ jeeps roaring by full of infantry until the fourth one had passed.
They were all armed with assault rifles and equipped for combat with several IFVs and light tanks rumbling by in the mix. Alexandrov waved down a jeep, and the driver seeing the commandant of the entire Gate Army waving him down slammed hard on the breaks, causing the jeep to skid to a halt.
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