Soviet Union 1991

Poland fell, and the city was illuminated by billowing smoke. People cried miserably among the ruins, in sharp contrast to the tanks that rolled over. Those Nazi guerrilla members were shot dead in the ruins of the streets and alleys, waiting for their families to collect their bodies. There were also some newly captured Nazis who were directly picked up by the two-meter-high magnetic storm infantry and thrown into a corner to be isolated from the prisoners of war of the Polish army.

They were preparing to stage a good show of killing chickens to scare monkeys. The guerrillas were kneeling in a row in the corner, their shoulders were shaking. They were afraid. Death was only a relief for them. When they really saw the Soviet army's After using the method, they realized what kind of red devil they were facing.

The Soviet army did not use 62mm bullets to greet these damn Nazis, but let the magnetic storm infantry use Tesla coils, allowing them to truly see what fear is. Every face illuminated by the arc of light blue light, shrouded in this light of death, made the prisoners' faces paler. However, the scene that happened next was something they would never forget.

One after another, the Tesla coils turned them into a ball of pitch-black coke. Before they even had time to struggle, they watched their skin rapidly carbonize, and the electric current traveling throughout their bodies deprived them of their lives.

The dying cries of those guerrilla members resounded throughout the streets of Warsaw. The harsh sound of electricity and the painful struggles of the people became a lingering nightmare for those around them. And the face behind the glass mask looked like the devil from hell staring at everyone.

After the execution, the political commissar in black leather clothes looked at the prisoners of war coldly, and then said slowly, "Bring the next group of people up, what, you don't have anyone anymore, so let me catch them. Remember the superiors' announcement The military order was to kill all the Nazis and leave no one behind.”

When they heard that no one was left alive, everyone trembled and looked uneasily at the political commissar holding Makarov's men. They were afraid that when the number of Nazi guerrillas was not enough, these poor prisoners of war would be taken away. Come and recharge. After all, in Poland's official propaganda, these Slavic animals are inhuman monsters.

Of course, the Soviet army was still benevolent at this time. After all, they also needed to follow the provisions of the Geneva Convention and treat these prisoners of war properly.

However, Poznan at this time has become a frightened bird, especially the interim presidential palace. Various documents fell down from the upstairs like snowflakes. All documents were burned and destroyed, and they never let anything fall into the hands of Soviet troops.

At this time, President Duda slumped in his chair. He rubbed his cheeks with both hands vigorously, trying to cheer himself up, but he really couldn't laugh. Poland has reached the end of its rope. The United States is unwilling to send troops to support. NATO joint combat forces are hiding far behind, and even directly put Poland into the vacuum zone where NATO troops are stationed. Today, they only send fighter jets to provide bombing support in the no-fly zone.

Then their bombing was in vain for the Soviet Union's advance.

"No need to waste your efforts anymore. NATO will not come to rescue us. The same goes for the United States. They are all planning their own plans and have no idea what changes will happen to the battlefield in Europe after losing Poland. Perhaps for the United States It doesn’t matter to them what Poland is like, what’s important is that they must arrive on the continent as a winner instead of being swept away by the same terrifying torrent of steel.”

"Look at those French people, what are they still doing now? Busy blocking the Soviet troops on the southern front? And every battle they fought failed to stop the opponent's attack. Italy will fall, and the Balkans will fall sooner or later, no matter what Everything they do is in vain.”

President Duda murmured to himself, as if the lively scene outside the office had nothing to do with him.

Indeed, it has nothing to do with him anymore. His prestige and reputation were lost with the invasion of the Soviet army. People no longer supported him and just regarded him as an incompetent coward. There was no way to stop the Soviet army's advance or to let him go. NATO supports itself.

In the end, we had no choice but to face the surging torrent of Soviet steel.

President Duda lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. He no longer thought about other things.

"We thought the Americans were the saviors, but then we overestimated their integrity. We thought that joining NATO would be able to resist the spread of red forces in Eastern Europe, but they just wanted to use us as pawns, a pawn that could be betrayed at any time. Europe It's over, with such idiots, they will never be able to defeat the torrent of steel, even when it comes to a matter of life and death. At this moment, they are still thinking about their own calculations. The British Expeditionary Force is still doing this rear area. They are even reluctant to send an infantry division for support. The French only want to protect their Mediterranean coast. As for those in Austria and Vienna, The life and death of the country has nothing to do with him. Let a piece of loose sand deal with a torrent of steel. I really overestimate them. "

After the meditation was over, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, and he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

After waking up, President Duda took out a pistol from the drawer, stuffed it into the chamber like a bullet, then opened the safety, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his chin, and slowly slid his index finger towards the trigger.

"I lost, and I don't have the courage to establish an exiled government overseas. If I can use my blood to exchange for the blood of the entire nation's resistance, let me be the first martyr."

Defense Minister Macielevich knocked on the door of President Duda's office. He had some documents on hand that needed the president's signature, but he didn't hear the expected "come in."

"Mister President, I have some documents that need your signature, Mr. President?"

As soon as the voice fell, a sharp gunshot came from behind the closed office door. Everyone in the corridor stopped their busy work and froze in a solidified action.

Defense Minister Macielevich's face changed, and he immediately ordered the Central Bureau of Investigation agents to force the door, but they were still a step late. When the defense minister rushed in, there was only President Duda lying in a pool of blood, with a wisp of gunpowder still emitting from the muzzle of the gun. He widened his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the window with his eyes wide open.

President Duda committed suicide.

The backbone of the Polish government collapsed in an instant.