Soviet Union 1991

The Kremlin and Red Square are on final alert. Armored soldiers who are twice as strong as ordinary people wear thick orange insulated rubber suits and stand on guard in front of the vast Kremlin. Their majestic and powerful left arms are wrapped around a circle. Another circle of electromagnetic coils emitted frightening electric sparks. Through the integrated sealed helmet, you could see the indifferent expression behind the glass mask.

On the chest, the flag of the tempering symbol shines brightly under the firelight.

No one knows when the martial law in the Kremlin started. When people opened their eyes on Monday, there were electronic robots with unusually evil shapes everywhere. Killing weapons that looked like minions of hell moved very fast, with crawling torsos. The huge electronic eye on the body swung with the body, and the sharp iridium alloy mechanical claws directly penetrated the strongest reinforced concrete while crawling. After they tore the soldiers' chests to pieces with ease, no one dared to resist their orders.

A mysterious army took over the city as quickly as possible. Entertainment venues, banks, and companies were closed down. Bankers and capitalists were thrown into still water prisons to await the final trial. The abandoned factories were like rusty old buildings. The gears started turning again, and war weapons were continuously produced according to the drawings.

The red polar bear, who had been sleeping in the darkness for nearly 30 years, opened his eyes for the first time and looked at the Hokuriku that he was no longer familiar with.

No one knows where these artificial intelligences come from. They only know that wherever the red devil's claws extend, the army will turn against them. The political commissar who has only appeared on the screen stood on the street corner, raising the Makarov pistol in his hand. .

"The Soviets, starting today, return to the cold tundra continent of Russia. Those financial oligarchs who oppressed workers, those capitalists who tried to make you all surrender, no longer exist! Our great warriors, take up your weapons , defend the motherland and take revenge on the Western world that once oppressed you!”

"Death does not belong to the working class!"

"We will build a new order on the corpse of the old!"

Above the sky, dense airships obscured the blue sky, casting a huge red shadow on the city of Moscow.

In 1941 the order of steel was recast.

The tricolor flag of the Kremlin slowly fell, replaced by the familiar tempered flag in the memory of the older generation.

On the third floor of the yellow building of the Kremlin, there is the Politburo meeting room.

The picture flashed in front of an old man wearing a marshal's military uniform. He squinted his eyes and stared at the Minister of Defense and the Chief of Staff sitting in front of him with a smile, as well as a group of members of the Politburo. No one had any doubts about the strange old man in front of them, as if he was the great leader who saved the country.

A correct leader with an unwavering course.

Behind him is a bald man with prominent features, and a strange icon is branded in the middle of his forehead. The backbone is an inverted acute-angled triangle, with a smaller obtuse-angled triangle on its left, and a strange curved hook in its shape.

He stood respectfully behind this person, but his mental brain waves were like invisible tentacles, tightly wrapped around the heads of those people.

The old man who had been silent for a while finally spoke.

"My name is Romanov, the person in charge of Project 117. I'm sorry, but when I stepped out of the secret underground base of Novaya Zemlya near the Arctic Circle, the motherland I was loyal to was no longer there."

Everyone was stunned, feeling the pressure coming from the old man's mouth.

"This is a world that is far more depraved and corrupt than at any moment... Europe is in crisis amid prosperity, Eastern Europe is plunged into revolutionary turmoil and civil war, and incompetent Western European governments are still enjoying a nightmare amid greed and corruption. This is a The sunken country, the most powerful empire in Eastern Europe has now become an incompetent federation of gangsters, opium and prostitutes. The unbreakable alliance has become a joke, and our lifeline has fallen into the hands of a group of shameless villains and been arbitrarily used. The waste.”

Everyone here, do you want to see such an ending?

"They are like a group of gray animals. If there is no one behind them to drive them forward with a whip, this country will rot. It will become a decadent and declining federal country. I say this, do you all understand?"

"The Revenge Legion returns to this land today. We will take over this city, hang all the traitors on the gallows, and execute the capitalists who oppress the people uniformly. We will declare war on the West, the Western world that once persecuted us. Declare war!"

Romanov lightly pressed the switch on the remote control, and a familiar face appeared on the TV screen in front of him.

That was the scourge of the Soviet Union’s General Secretary, Comrade Gorbachev.

What Romanov said next made everyone feel like they were carrying a thorn in their side, "Three hours ago, we executed Gorbachev in his apartment, and the record of his last speech will be broadcast to the world. . Do you think I am crazy? No, we just lack a war, a re-emerging war. Whether you call me a Trotskyist or a dangerous radical, I have technology beyond this era. It is more than enough to start a war that will reduce the West to ruins!”

"This is the signal for war. The Soviets will build a true communist country on the ruins of Western Europe!"

Defense Minister Sergei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his hand tremblingly, "But the West and the United States both use nuclear weapons. How can we guarantee that we will not be devastated by them? As long as major Russian cities are hit, , our logistics and supplies will soon be cut off. It will be impossible for our troops to defeat Europe on our own."

Romanov pressed the button, and the slide went to the next one. It was a spherical black device, fixed by three thick ninety-degree bent steel pipes, surrounded by triangular slopes forged from concrete, with electric arcs flashing on the sphere. , far beyond everyone’s knowledge.

"This is?"

Defense Minister Sergei's eyes widened.

"This is our gift to the Western world, and very soon, in Moscow, Smolensk, Ulyanov, Politan, Vladivostok, anything you can think of may become a nuclear bomb attack This kind of equipment will be built in the target large cities to deal with the conflict. The West will be horrified to find that the Soviet Union can withstand nuclear bombs launched from all over the world."

Romanov curved his lips and said slowly, "Its name is the Iron Curtain."