Soviet Union 1991

The news of the restoration of the Soviet Union began to spread rapidly in Europe. No one dared to believe that the former communist republic would revive from the tombstone of the long river of time and history, spreading its fangs throughout Europe, passing through the uninhabited wasteland of Siberia. The steel giant began to revive in the Far East, and barbed wire, concrete and machine gun fortresses reappeared on the border.

The sky turned red, like blood spreading rapidly. The evil empire returned to the north, and all the traitors should be beheaded.

Not only Eastern Europe, but all countries were verifying this shocking news. They couldn't believe that the Soviets would be resurrected on that cold frozen land, and they didn't believe that they would bring a terrible army. However, Moscow at this time became a black hole of intelligence. Whether it was MI6, CIA, Mossad or French Intelligence, they could not find out the specific intelligence. It is said that once you step into Moscow, no matter how perfect the disguise is, you will be arrested and shot by the gendarmerie directly, without exception.

On top of the Russian TV station, a red beacon is constantly rotating, and the radiation spread by the radar is vigilantly distinguishing the invaders who take advantage of the situation. The leaders of the Fokkers Cross and Langley even discussed jointly dispatching drones to survey the suburbs of Moscow, but nothing was found.

What they saw was a city filled with metal and gunpowder, and there were more secrets buried under this land that no one knew.

The whole country was processing and manufacturing war materials, from 7.62mm bullets and Kalashnikov rifles to MiG fighters and Tu-95 bombers. The whole country seemed to be in a state of madness. A powerful and terrible army must be erupted in the shortest time.

Wartime control, an ominous haze emerged in everyone's heart.

The corrupt party leaders in Eastern Europe have not yet figured out what terrible activities their neighbors are carrying out.

They want to build a new empire on the sinking continent.

When the red flag with a hammer and sickle was once again raised over the Kremlin, Belarusian President Lukashenko was the first to send nuclear power to the Kremlin to celebrate the birth of the Soviet Union. He also proposed that Belarus be incorporated into Russian territory again. As a witness and experiencer of the turmoil in Eastern Europe in the 1990s, Lukashenko has realized that without a strong regime, the stability of Eastern Europe cannot be guaranteed. Compared with the high pressure of the Soviet Union and the turmoil of democracy, he chose the former.

When he stepped into the Kremlin, he finally realized what a terrible character this Soviet leader was.

The magnificent palace has now become a fortress defended by barbed wire, machine guns, and electromagnetic weapons. The Red Square is full of dense double-barreled artillery tanks, and the steel ring guards the heavily guarded fortress. Soldiers with police dogs were talking in low voices everywhere. When they saw Lukashenko's welcoming convoy heading towards the Kremlin, they raised their hands and saluted.

"Welcome to the Kremlin."

The listener was horrified.

Walking through the corridor full of soldiers on guard, Lukashenko walked into a small and exquisite conference room alone. Under the shining crystal lamp, he finally saw the ambitious man who overthrew the tricolor flag regime and re-established the great regime.

The bald man standing behind him looked more eye-catching than the unremarkable middle-aged man.

Lukashenko calmed down. He came here today to negotiate with the Soviets. After all, Belarus was the first country to receive the fax.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Romanov smiled and said, "Comrade Lukashenko, you must be suspicious of our identity. Where did such a powerful team come from? Why did they take over the entire Moscow in just a few days? They didn't even experience a civil war, and transformed this continent into a compulsory socialist country in a few weeks?"

Lukashenko shook his head stiffly.

Romanov ignored the other party's surprise and continued to say to himself, "Sorry, I can't answer this question for the time being, but sitting here today, we are going to discuss the second topic."

The conference room became unusually quiet.

"Our people don't need freedom. They just need the government to provide them with housing, food, medical care and shelter. Only capitalists who want to control the country will openly use the name of freedom and democracy to make themselves a bloody tyrant, right?"

For a moment, Lukashenko was at a loss.

Romanov pointed to the Red Square outside the window. The vast Red Square was full of tanks and armored vehicles. Occasionally, evil terrorist robots could be seen waving iridium alloy steel claws and patrolling among them.

Even at the peak of the 1920s, the Soviet army did not present such a grand occasion.

"What do you think of when you see this scene?"

"The Sea of ​​Steel."

"Wrong." Romanov corrected him in a serious tone, "It is the Soviet Sea of ​​Steel. We are about to overthrow the shackles of the old system and establish a true communist country. This is the final challenge to the shameless capitalist system!"

Lukashenko spoke in a hurried tone, and his mind slowly became blank, as if an invisible spiritual force was destroying his will until he obeyed the supreme will of the red.

"General Secretary Romanov, what do you want me to do?"

Lukashenko bowed his head devoutly like a faithful believer, staring at the oak tabletop, not daring to speak for a long time. The bald man who never spoke stood behind him, squinting his eyes at him, as if to see through all the hesitation and anxiety in his heart.

"You don't need to do anything now."

Romanov answered concisely and clearly, "After the red camp across Europe is established, I want you to take the position of Soviet General Secretary."

"Huh?"

Lukashenko, who was feeling uneasy, raised his head and couldn't believe what the man in front of him said. If he was not a mentally ill lunatic, then he must be a crazy ambitious person.

Romanov clapped his hands, and a serious-looking middle-aged man walked into the office, looking at Romanov calmly with a pair of ambitious eyes.

"One more thing. In exchange, I hope this person can serve as the Minister of Defense of Belarus and control the armed forces of the country!"

Lukashenko returned to Minsk silently and dismissed the Minister of Defense of Belarus that night. He ignored the pressure from a number of political leaders and appointed a middle-aged man from the Soviet Union as the new minister.

The whole country was shocked.

This Minister of Defense, who was born in Ivanovo, Russia and graduated from Frunze Academy, will become the key to a new world.

His name is Vladimir Makarov.