Soviet Union 1991

First update

Since 1991, the East African country of Somalia has been caught in a situation of political turmoil and warlord melee. In order to ensure the security of East African countries, the United Nations decided to organize a peacekeeping operation called Operation Restore Hope in December last year. The warlords of various factions in Somalia expressed dissatisfaction with the intervention of the United Nations. Farah Aidid, the leader of the most powerful Somali United Congress, regarded the United Nations as a stumbling block to his seizure of national power.

Victor, who has created chaos and wars around the world, is reading this document about Somalia to learn more about the changes in the situation here. As an excellent arms dealer, he has intervened in the political turmoil in African countries. According to Victor, without the arms sales of the Soviet Union and China, the African people can only use stones and machetes to fight wars.

And now, Victor, sitting in the BMP infantry fighting vehicle, can only bend his body in pain. The tall stature of the Yugoslavs is a torture of hell in the narrow infantry fighting vehicle. The hot and narrow interior space is mixed with the smell of human sweat. He has to pinch his nose to slow down the desire to vomit.

This is Mogadishu, outside the capital of Somalia. Although Aidid's militia controls the regime here, the war is still spreading around the capital, causing Victor to have to rely on the escort of paramilitary operators of the Russian military company before he dared to enter this hellfire city.

On the black land of Africa, the most common and special armed personnel, in addition to those child soldiers under ten years old, are those strong Slavs. Russian military companies that seek huge profits in these gray areas are spreading rapidly on the land of Africa like cancer cells, and they will appear in any civil war in any country.

Of course, the professional quality of the Soviet army is not comparable to those African militias who only know how to pull the trigger. They can defeat militias that are several times more than themselves with the support of air and ground firepower. So much so that when those Africans see Slavic soldiers wearing sailor shirts and speaking Russian, they will shout devil and hide far away.

As a result, the business of Russian military companies has become more and more extensive. They are present in domestic armed conflicts in various countries. From Mozambique to Nigeria, from Ethiopia to Namibia, the power of the Soviet Union is like a wildly growing vine, and it has begun to steadily control the local situation. The Soviet Union spent a lot of financial, material and human resources in the past, but failed to achieve the effect of controlling Africa, but is being slowly controlled by arms sales and drug trafficking.

Except for the occasional explosion. At least it is safe in the armored vehicles now. In Somalia, no blind warlord would provoke the military organization personnel with the bear claw logo. It is rumored that several militias have succeeded in sneak attacks and killed a Russian military operator. The next day, their entire village turned into a burning sea of ​​fire. The dead were thrown into the paddy fields, and no one dared to collect the bodies.

The national awakening and independence movement of African countries drove away the Western colonizers who ruled their countries, but they did not expect that the civil war would attract more brutal Soviets. They are not like those gentlemen who are gentle on the surface but sinister in their hearts. Instead, they use rough means to tell those African blacks that this is the fate of going against us.

The armored vehicle drove into the city. Somalia's once prosperous city has become a dilapidated ruin. It is hard to imagine that when it was still a British colony, Somalia was once the most luxurious resort in Africa.

There are armed pickup trucks around the armored vehicles to protect the bigwigs inside. After entering these bumpy roads, it is completely in the sphere of influence of warlord Aidid. At least now Victor does not have to worry about being blown to death.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and twisted the tie on his cuffs, trying to make himself feel more comfortable. Sitting opposite him was Colonel Kozie, who had a Kalashnikov rifle on his knees and his fingers on the safety of the gun. The other hand was placed on the bow guard, making a vigilant gesture.

"I heard that Colonel Koziye had solved the problem of the opposition for the Mozambique government forces a year ago. So now he is the head of operations in East Africa?" Victor put his briefcase aside and started talking to him. Anyway, the long journey still has some time, and Victor doesn't like being guarded by a silent person like a prisoner.

"Yes, Comrade Victor." Colonel Koziye pushed his sunglasses and used the word comrade very stiffly. He pointed at Victor's briefcase and said, "I heard that the contracts you loaded in it are enough to arm a small African country? No wonder they will make you a ghost wandering on the land of Africa. Every transaction of yours kills more people than we do."

Victor smiled and shook his head. He said to Colonel Koziye, "I am just a businessman selling weapons. As for what those who buy my products want to do, I have no right to ask, this is the privacy of the customers. Besides, will the car seller tell you that the car is dangerous? Will the cigarette seller tell you that smoking will kill you? Their products kill more people every year than mine. At least my products have safety bolts."

"Nine out of ten war victims today are killed by assault rifles and small arms, just like your products. Our country's nuclear bombs are in the launch tube, and you sell Kalashnikov rifles. They are weapons of mass destruction." Colonel Kozyer deliberately patted the rifle in his hand and gave Victor a thumbs up, "But I have to say that they are really simple and reliable. I have never thought about fighting. It’s such an easy thing.”

"That's because those black people are trash." Victor said disdainfully, leaning against the seat of the armored vehicle. "They just use them as fire sticks. Who is the largest arms dealer in the world? It's the President of the United States. , and the leaders of the permanent members, he sells more guns in a day than I do in a year, and the leaders of these major countries have a deep-rooted view of weapons.”

Originally, Victor wanted to be the General Secretary of the Soviet Union, but he thought that he was engaged in a job where he was cautious about his words and deeds. What's more, Victor himself doesn't know whether there are KGB agents supervising him behind the scenes.

"What's your point of view?" Colonel Kozyer stepped forward and asked him curiously.

"Using guns to buy a government is far more reliable than using votes. What's more, if the people in this land do not have the support of arms dealers, they will not be able to fight a decent war. I feel sorry for those ambitious politicians, And the warlords who wanted to control the people were given everything they wanted."

Victor revealed the secret of why those governments like to sell weapons to the third world. Although the United Nations has always emphasized its opposition to arms trade in war zones, those who do not abide by the regulations are the world powers.

Victor took out a bullet from his arms, which was a 7.62mm rifle bullet he carried with him. He picked up the bullet and waved it in front of Colonel Kozyer, and said calmly, "We can use one Bullets make the situation go in the direction the country wants, and we can also use military means to overthrow enemies we don't want to support. The reason why you are here to fight is the same as the reason why I am here."

"In order to control the situation in Africa, we cultivate and develop Soviet power here. This is a way to kill two birds with one stone." Colonel Kozyer replied.

"I also want to control the situation in Africa and make huge profits here. Colonel Kozye, we all represent the country's darkest interests. In other words, we are all people living in hell."

The armored vehicle stopped at the entrance of the Olympic Hotel. Aidid, Somalia's largest warlord, was waiting for Victor upstairs. The door of the armored vehicle was opened, and the blazing East African sunlight poured into the originally dim BMP infantry fighting vehicle space.

"We'll see you later, Colonel Kozyer." Victor put on his sunglasses, picked up his own briefcase, and got out of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. He did not show the slightest timidity in front of a group of armed black men. On the contrary, the other party showed obvious fear when they saw the group of Russians around him.

"Young man, you can't live on the battlefield if you are afraid of death. My products are prepared for people who are not afraid of death." Victor smiled contemptuously. He walked past the African militiamen and walked towards Aidid. Walk to the office. (To be continued.)