Soviet Union 1991

ps: I asked about the Spring Salon. I am not a part of it. It seems that my wish to travel to Japan with the two gods has come to nothing.

(Third update completed)

"My father, I heard that Dudayev and others are beginning to be a little dissatisfied with you? Were they arguing in the office?" Ramzan Kadyrov, the son of Ahmed Kadyrov, also known as Xiao As soon as Kadyrov entered the door, he saw his father's extremely dull face. ●●●▼■He walked to the opposite side of his father, sat down and asked with concern.

Although Kadyrov was only sixteen years old, the aggressive and aggressive character of the Caucasians had already become apparent during this period. Not only did he organize an armed force of his own, but he also often participated in the guerrillas behind the Chechen war, which caused The Soviet troops looked gray. Kadyrov not only ignored him, but also encouraged his son to continue to grow. For him, a tough heir is always much better than a weak heir. If his son is not tough, how can he suppress a group of arrogant people in the army? senior. Don't expect that when he returns to the West after a century, the armed forces led by Kadyrov will immediately fall apart.

"Yes." Kadyrov sighed, holding his chin and explaining to his son, "Dudaev continues to absorb foreign Wa-Habi forces in an attempt to form them into a powerful armed force. This may not be a good thing for Chechnya, son."

"To be precise, it is not a good thing for our Sufi sect, isn't it, father." Although little Kadyrov is young, it does not mean that he is ignorant. Regarding the intrigues between his father and the major factions, Little Kadyrov has been influenced by politics since he was a child, and his perspective on politics has been honed even more profoundly than Kadyrov's.

"Haha, my child, when you grow up, you can finally see Ni Duan." Kadyrov touched his son's head happily, and he continued, "Now I have to do everything possible to stop the continued recruitment of Nawahabi. Sectarian warriors, huh, don’t think I don’t know what those royal people in the Middle East are thinking. This is Chechnya, not the Arabian Peninsula.”

"But my father, if you do this, it will be like pushing yourself to the edge of a knife." Kadyrov sighed. He analyzed, "What you do will only arouse the dissatisfaction of the Wahhabis. These crazy guys can do anything. Maybe after you quarreled with Dudayev, he began to prepare to assassinate you." must."

"Assassination? My son, you are thinking too much. Once I, as the spiritual leader, die, do you know how much turmoil it will cause in Chechnya?" Kadyrov laughed, thinking that his son still has political power. A little immature. ■You should learn more from your side and see how to mediate between enemies and allies.

"No, you won't die, father. They will put you under house arrest, and then use the Sufi army to compete with the Soviet army. When the Sufi people are almost dead, they, the Wahhabis, will be able to invade Chechnya. Strengthen. In this case, will you still say that Dudayev's house arrest has no effect?" Kadyrov asked in return.

Kadyrov couldn't laugh this time. He closed his eyes and thought slowly. What his son said didn't make sense. As long as the leader they are loyal to is controlled by others, the secular forces can only be led by the nose. Even if they really choose to sacrifice generously even if they take ten thousand steps back, their only sixteen-year-old son may not be able to suppress the forces in the army. For those old fritters, wouldn't it be the same outcome if their troops fell apart and were defeated one by one?

A plan within a plan, a plan within a plan, Kadyrov now realizes that he took it for granted. Imprisoning himself can gain a unified front, so why don't they choose to take risks?

The tea held tightly in the palm of my hand gradually became cold. Kadyrov put him aside and put on a serious expression to ask his son this serious question, "Then my son, if you were me. ◆◆●What should you do?"

Kadyrov Jr. replied without hesitation, "Resign as Chief of General Staff and leave here as soon as possible. Maybe they have already started preparing for an attack. We can withdraw our troops to the territory where they are stationed and declare neutrality." As for whether we support Chechnya, we try to keep it quiet, and then we can just sit back and watch the fight."

"Once most of the people from the extremist religious forces are dead, we will negotiate with the Soviet army. They need an agent to stabilize the situation. If I guess correctly, Moscow has long thought about stopping due to the economic downturn. , In this way, we can gain great initiative at the negotiating table. It will be a win-win situation for our faction, the future of Chechnya, and the Soviet government. Of course, in the end, only those extreme teachings will suffer. "

"What if Chechnya wins in the end and the Soviet army loses?" Kadyrov asked.

Kadyrov Jr. smiled coldly, "From the 2,800 people killed in Dagestan, we can see that Chechnya has no chance of winning against the Soviet Union. If those rabble really win, then we will defect to Moscow. Tell the Soviet government that if you help me we can build a A pro-Soviet regime wants to split Chechnya, but it has not said that it will become one or two Chechnya. Do you believe that the Soviet government will not help us? Chechnya, which is suffering from internal strife all day long, will laugh out loud in their dreams.”

Young Kadyrov calculated every step of Dudayev and the others, which made Kadyrov think differently about his son for the first time. He habitually patted his son on the head and said with a smile, "My child, you will definitely become a better hero than your father in the future."

Kadyrov doesn’t know if he will ever see the day when his son takes over the family business, but little Kadyrov will gain a title in the future that will make all extremists fear him, the Strong Man of the Caucasus.

"I'm going to go down and tell the guards to be more vigilant. By the way, father, if you allow me, I want to make a game." Kadyrov said, "One that leaves the extremist sects completely speechless." bureau.”

"What game?" Kadyrov asked warily. He was worried that his son's immaturity would ruin things.

Kadyrov squeezed his father's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, my father. Didn't I predict that Dudayev would launch a surprise attack and put you under house arrest? Then we will let the armed men attack us. Then they will all be killed. How should Dudayev explain to the Chechen people that the president wants to assassinate the spiritual leader? If he did not come to assassinate us, the backlash from our faction would be even more intense. I played a game.”

"You guy." Kadyrov said helplessly, "How do you know when they will come back to attack me? Do I have to live in fear of ambushes every day?"

"This kind of thing should be short rather than long." Kadyrov stretched his waist, "It will be tonight at the earliest, and no more than ten days at the latest. Only by surprise can the effect be achieved."

"I ask you, if they really sent someone to attack me, what would you do to these assassins?" Kadyrov wanted to test his son's determination this time.

"Guard Chief." Young Kadyrov called toward the door. The Guard Chief, who had followed his father for many years, walked in and asked respectfully, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Go down and tighten the security at my father's mansion in the past few days, because there is likely to be a raid. You gather the security forces and secretly move my father to a safe place."

Kadyrov suddenly paused when he said this, "If someone really launches an attack, kill them all except for a few tongues, and chop off their heads and give them to Dudayev. After suffering this loss, I must Dudayev has no excuse to attack you again. This deal is still a good deal, father."

"Also, I want everyone to know that Sufism is moderate, but it does not mean that we dare not kill people."

"Chief of Guards, do you understand what I said?" Kadyrov tilted his head and asked calmly. In his eyes, eating and killing were as normal as physiological needs.

"Understood!" the guard chief replied.

Kadyrov looked at his son with admiration for the first time. He was only sixteen years old. His toughness, wisdom, and keen political vision had far surpassed his aging body and head. If he had If he really becomes the leader of Chechnya, what will happen to this country?

Kadyrov began to look forward to the interesting direction in which the next events would unfold.

On this day, the long-suffering Caucasian wolf finally showed its ferocious fangs. (To be continued.)

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