Soviet Union 1991

A video was broadcast overwhelmingly, and no matter which station the remote control was tuned to, it was the same picture.

The disheveled last General Secretary of the Soviet Union proclaimed his guilt in front of a screen.

Declaring how he destroyed a great country and displaced countless people. Declare how he colluded with the West, betrayed the interests of the entire country to seek his own interests, declared how he brought Russia to the brink of crisis, and finally destroyed the achievements of a century of red wave.

The anger was not enough to make up for the people's hearts at this time. After reading the last moment of his crimes, the video played stopped abruptly.

Everyone knows what this means.

He was executed, the final fate of a traitor, tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

Next thing everyone understood, the once-steel polar bear finally returned.

He will make the West pay a heavy price in blood. Those who oppress the people will be eliminated. Romanov has no time to continue playing the economic blockade, protest and blame game with Western Europe. He will use the most drastic means to destroy all current systems. To him, Western Europe was a shaky vase that would fall apart at the slightest push.

One is a country that has fallen to the point where it needs the troops of other countries to protect itself. The other is a country that fell in less than three weeks after the start of the war. The other is a country that cannot even equip its naval warships. The former maritime empire cannot be better than taking over Western Europe now. opportunity.

If you reason with a gangster, he will talk to you about force. If you talk to a gangster about force, he will talk to you about justice. If you talk to a gangster about justice, he will talk to you about reason. The purpose of developing armaments is to enable gangsters to sit down and reason with you calmly.

Through the broadcast on Moscow TV and spread to the whole of Europe by satellite radiation, he wanted the world to witness this bloody incident, and he also wanted the West to understand that even if the whole of Europe united, they would not be able to fight against the torrent of steel.

"Now, does anyone still have any doubts? Regarding the war that will follow, we will destroy the decadent capitalist world. Although the process will be somewhat fierce, we will completely defeat their armies until Europe falls into ruins."

In just a few weeks of crazy operation, Romanov assembled a powerful army, and this army had only one purpose, which was to take revenge on the West.

One man, challenge the rules set by France, Germany and Great Britain.

Only when the superior capitalists are knocked down can the people kneeling on the ground stand up.

Others at the conference table raised their hands one after another in agreement, and no one objected.

The bald man standing behind him smiled.

The train platform leading from Moscow to Smolensk has been cleared. The platform is full of soldiers who have put on Soviet insignia again. They are on guard against everything. The armored train from Moscow slowly entered the platform. The new political commissar, a man with obvious scars on his face, was looking at the heavily armed train members.

No one dared to resist these officers who claimed to be political commissars. Their commander, an unlucky major, was dragged out and executed by two sturdy steel-armored giants when he raised his first question. When he came back, only a pool of charred corpses was left. The ashes were crushed by the tracks of the armored vehicles.

No one wants to turn into black charcoal, especially when soldiers wearing electromagnetic armor pass by them.

The air was filled with the invisible smell of gunpowder smoke, and the soldiers with a keen sixth sense were already aware of what would happen next.

They are not fools. If they can't sense such obvious signs of war, their lives have been in vain these past few years. However, the fierce political commissar did not give these veterans much room to think. He shook his head, quickly took out his pistol, and fired several shots into the air.

The sharp gunfire caused everyone to stop and watch the political commissar's every move.

"For the sake of Comrade Marx, you bunch of animals act quickly! Remember, from now on you are no longer incompetent Russian elites who were defeated by a group of Chechen militiamen, but Soviet warriors who are marching forward bravely. . Our tanks will crush all obstacles in front of you, whether they are American SEALs or Afghan freedom fighters who are not afraid of death, the Soviet fighters are invincible!"

The political commissar who was dominated by his firm belief claimed to be a staunchist inspired by the great revolutionary spirit. Of course, no one dared to resist his statement. After seeing with their own eyes that a heavy tank with a double-barreled turret destroyed one of their armored battalions, everyone Don't give in to them without saying a word. Even if I have doubts, I don't dare to express them, not to mention that there are unknown giant cannons nearby that are comparable to the Maus heavy tanks.

The reason why the soldiers standing in front of them gathered here is because there are several important scientists from Moscow in the train, and they will deploy always important weapons in Smolensk.

The expressionless men got off the train one by one. The soldiers noticed that their eyes were replaced by some unknown fanaticism, which was a desire for victory and absolute arrogance.

He looked suspiciously at the large box being unloaded from the car, wondering what was inside.

From the political commissar's thick Far Eastern accent, he heard only one creepy word.

Iron Curtain.

In Smolensk, after everything was arranged, the political commissar reported to Romanov in Moscow, "The last Iron Curtain device has been deployed. Please give instructions from the General Secretary. We can turn on the device at any time."

Sitting at the Kremlin conference table, Romanov opened his eyes, held his chin with both hands and said slowly, "Everyone, we have completed the final deployment. Next, the course of history will be completely changed. You will all become witnesses of history."

The order for the first action was issued.

The Pacific Fleet still stayed at the military port, waiting to rust and grow old. They have not received adequate maintenance for a long time. Now it looks like a huge ship full of munitions and shaky, which may sink in a certain area of ​​the Pacific Ocean at any time.

Even the provocation of the US Seventh Fleet could only stare blankly and could not fight back.

They grew old in decay.

Thousands of kilometers away in the Pacific Ocean, a fleet is advancing. This fleet cannot be described as a destroyer or a frigate. The amazing size is more like a strategic cruiser that appeared in the era of giant ships and cannons in World War I.

The only thing that attracts attention is the hammer mark on the side of the ship, which shines brightly under the sunlight on the sea.

The long-range missiles of the dreadnought-class battleships spread an evil atmosphere.

This is the Red Navy's most powerful dreadnought-class fleet.

They are back from hell.