Soviet Union 1991

Second update

"The wind and snow in recent days are too terrible. I heard that the only road to the outside world has been blocked. Damn it, fortunately there is enough food to support the operation of this huge concentration camp, otherwise there will really be riots."

"Food? For them, sausages and alcohol are the devil's butcher knives. God knows what these people are thinking. They would rather starve to death than eat meat to survive."

Two patrolling soldiers carried rifles on their backs, walking in the snow with one step deep and one step shallow, chatting intermittently. They had finished the last cigarette in their hands, leaving only an empty paper box thrown on the ground. Even in the daytime, the area covered by the blizzard seemed dim as night.

The strong light of the searchlight patrolled back and forth throughout the city. In such terrible weather, everyone stopped working and hid from the wind and snow at home. Only some soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were assigned to patrol were still walking in the snow, cursing.

Some eyes hiding in the dark are watching these patrolling personnel. They use pens to record the time and place of the patrol, and then plan a conspiracy and wait for an opportunity to act.

A cold wave sweeping across the Siberian wilderness has been snowing heavily for a week, not only blocking the communication facilities with the outside world, but even the only road leading to the outside world is covered by snow. The current Komsomol border town is a huge concentration camp composed of barbed wire, searchlights and Khrushchev buildings. And the order of this concentration camp was established by Colonel Melchevsky with Kalashnikov rifles and BMP infantry fighting vehicles.

But this blizzard is quietly changing everything. When patrolling soldiers pass by the doors of some houses, they can always see the malicious eyes of the Wahhabis. They just silently look at the uniformed Ministry of Internal Affairs soldiers and the guns on their shoulders, and then turn around and walk into the house.

Seeing the eyes of these "prisoners", the patrolling soldier subconsciously held the rifle in his hand tightly. He was not worried that the other party would snatch his gun, because Colonel Melchevsky had issued an order that anyone could be executed on the spot if looting occurred. No exceptions. Only the most severe suppression can stop the trend of this group of people.

"I feel a little strange today, Comrade Sumerav, why is there such a strong wind and snow weather. Just now, the group of people gathered in the direction of the slaughterhouse. I remember that the slaughterhouse had obviously stopped operating, and those who went there were all young and middle-aged people. This is too strange."

The slightly shorter soldier raised his doubts, his companion. The big man called Sumerav turned his head. This Cossack on the bank of the Dnieper River had a strong body. After hearing his companion's answer, he slowly said, "Let's go over and take a look. If they have any strange behavior, Hermanski, you report to the headquarters immediately."

Both parties followed the group of people and approached the slaughterhouse. The staff on duty before also returned to the dormitory to rest because of the blizzard. Now there was only a group of sneaky guys in the empty factory area who secretly opened the door and entered the factory. The soldiers who realized that something was wrong immediately reported the situation to the headquarters.

After reporting the situation, the soldiers continued to follow them to find out. The cold factory was silent. Only a group of sneaky guys walked towards the place where the butcher knives for slaughtering livestock were stored. Seeing this situation, the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately fired a warning shot into the air.

After hearing the gunshots, everyone turned around. They did not obey the patrol soldiers' orders to put their hands on their heads. Instead, some people began to run madly towards the knife storage room, while others rushed towards the patrol soldiers. They used the slaughtering and skinning tables to advance in a roundabout way, and the bullets of the Ministry of Internal Affairs soldiers all hit the tables.

For a moment, the slaughterhouse was silent and gunshots were heard everywhere. After knocking down the fourth and fifth people, all the bullets were finally emptied. Seeing that the situation was not good, the patrol soldiers began to flee towards the exit. They called the command desk, and the soldiers patrolling the nearest block would also rush to this slaughterhouse. In other words. As long as they could escape alive, there would be hope to subdue this group of people.

The crazy believers who followed closely behind shouted in unclear language. After the Ministry of Internal Affairs soldiers rushed out of the front exit, they blocked the door with a magazine, and then continued to run forward until they saw the figures of four or five patrol soldiers appear in front of the snow. Sumerav shouted and walked towards them. When he walked in front of those people, he realized that something was wrong. These unfamiliar faces were not the soldiers patrolling today.

The other party did not speak, but shot at Sumeikaff and Hermanski. Sumeikaff pulled Hermanski aside, climbed over the fence and jumped directly into the city sewage river. The river was frozen, and Sumeikaff and Hermanski just fell on the ice, and then they hurried into the underground sewer and escaped.

After the soldiers disguised as the Ministry of Internal Affairs failed to search for the two people, they directly prepared to launch an armed riot in the Communist Youth League Border City and seize the city.

"Who are these people? Why are they shooting at us? Didn't they see our military uniforms?" Hermanski, who escaped death, said angrily.

"Shut up, Hermanski, if you don't want to die, keep your voice down. They are definitely not from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It seems that some Wahhabi people disguised themselves as our people and took advantage of the snowstorm to sneak in. Can you imagine what they will do next?" Sumerafu turned his head, his expression a little pale.

"Sneak into the military camp, rob the gun depot, and then plan a big riot." Sumerafu replied, "The end result is that a city will fall completely and become their paradise."

"Then we have to report the situation to the headquarters quickly." Hermanski said anxiously. Now they are hiding in the underground sewers that are connected in all directions. This city prison equipped with complete facilities can send them to any corner, but the sewer manhole cover is covered with heavy snow and they cannot open it from the inside.

"The new commander in the headquarters is no fool. I heard they started private mobilization a week ago." Sumelav turned around and said to Hermansky, "Don't forget our new commander. It is said that he is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He has commanded the Chechen civil war, the rescue of the Beslan hostage incident, and this great migration plan. He is a Soviet hero who slaughtered these crescent-shaped beasts." (To be continued.)