Soviet Union 1991

(Second update)

According to the instructions of the Minister of Internal Affairs Pugo and the Minister of Defense Yazov, the mobile troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Georgia and the field troops of the Caucasus Military District will be transferred to Tbilisi and the Abkhaz Autonomous Region to implement martial law. In compliance with the instructions of the Ministry of National Defense, the Ministry of National Defense first Deputy Minister Varennikov will also come to Tbilisi in person from Moscow along with General Rodionov. His task is to assist the special operations command of the Caucasus Military District and be directly responsible for war conflicts when necessary.

The central government and the army are ready for war. A steady stream of BMP2 armored infantry fighting vehicles are heading to Tbilisi, as well as some fire trucks and ambulances. Unlike the situation three years ago when only officers were equipped with firearms, this At this time, everyone was equipped with firearms, as well as Choulishu-3 and K-15 tear gas grenades. According to instructions from Moscow, as long as the rioting crowd dares to attack the army, they will immediately fire back.

This time, Moscow, which had no tolerance for the participating countries, completely tore off its friendly face and showed a ferocious appearance.

Armored vehicles were continuously driven out of the military camps in the Caucasus Military Region and headed for Tbilisi city. The armed forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were also mobilized to help maintain order. The urban area of ​​Tbilisi is already in chaos, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs does not have enough manpower to occupy every street entrance. They can only impose martial law around the city to prevent the demonstrations from expanding.

As soon as the armored vehicle entered Tbilisi's Lustaveli Street, it was blocked by the demonstrators. The thugs built a barricade with large trucks, trolleybuses and snatched buses that came from nowhere. They hid behind and threw stones, metal and wooden objects at the troops, and shouted insults at the Soviet troops, "Get out, you Soviet lackeys!"

Lieutenant Colonel Balankenov, who had fought against these people three years ago, was decisive. He ordered the troops to directly attack the obstacles. He even angrily yelled at the commander of the first BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle, "What? Hit? If you don't want to go there, just smash them with cannonballs and crush them! I don't care if they are dead or alive. You must arrive at the square before two o'clock in the afternoon. Kill you!"

So the soldiers sitting on the infantry fighting vehicle were asked to get off the vehicle. They jumped off the roof of the vehicle and stood on two sections of the infantry fighting vehicle's tracks, hunching over from time to time to avoid stones thrown in the direction.

Just as the thugs hiding behind the car were bragging to each other about how the Soviet troops were beaten to pieces with Motolov bottles during the Tbilisi incident three years ago, they were completely unaware that the danger was approaching. The infantry fighting vehicle's 30mm machine gun was aimed at the large truck in the middle.

"Back then I stabbed a Soviet paratrooper to death with my own hands." The leader of the rioters had just finished drinking half a bottle of vodka and said drunkenly. "These soldiers are all cowards. We beat him with a stick more than ten times but he didn't fight back." What an emphasis on bullshit discipline, bah, I ended up in chaos. I grabbed the knife from his chest and stabbed him directly in the chest. I still remember the way he looked before he died, but we, the troublemakers, were not punished at all afterwards. I will tell this with practical actions. Russians dare to act wild on Georgian territory, this is what will happen.”

People around them looked envious, as if they could become Georgian heroes who killed Soviet soldiers later, but they forgot that the Soviet army was not afraid of them at that time, but because of their iron discipline.

"Look, these people have stopped, and a few trucks stopped them. Bah, it's exactly what you said." One of them spit on the ground, and then raised a flag at the Soviet soldiers who jumped out of the truck in a hurry. Middle finger.

"There are a bunch of useless trash on the other side. May God bless us." The thug holding a cigarette proudly raised the bottle. Before he could finish his sentence, his raised left hand was cut off at the same time as a loud sound sounded. It became two pieces. The truck he was leaning against had a big hole shot through it, and through the hole one could see the muzzle of the gun being pointed at it.

He was rolling on the ground and wailing while holding the wound that kept spurting blood. The remaining people wanted to stand up and look out to see what was going on, but they were met with a hail of bullets. The general-purpose machine guns on the two side-by-side BMP2 infantry fighting vehicles fired at the car at the same time. The first person who looked up was cut off half of his head by the general-purpose machine gun and fell into a pool of blood. The people around were stunned, and their minds that had been drunk by vodka suddenly sobered up.

Are the people standing in front of them really the Soviet troops who were beaten three years ago and could not fight back?

"No, they are a group of devils!" A thug who was lucky enough to escape the bullet muttered in fear.

The remaining people began to panic, and they didn't know who said to run quickly. The rioting crowd dropped the sticks in their hands and ran away quickly. Everyone knew that if they didn't run fast, they would die. But manpower could not compete with the speed of bullets. Before they could run very far, the jammed cars were hit by bullets in the fuel tanks. The cars piled up at the street entrance exploded instantly. A bright flame rose in front of everyone, and a huge air wave swept over them. All those who had not had time to escape were thrown to the ground.

A teenage boy was hit hard by the shock wave and fell to the ground. His whole body seemed to be falling apart and he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. He turned around to see if the others were alright, but the scene he saw turned into The most profound imprint will be unforgettable forever.

Those who didn't have time to escape from the sea of ​​fire were burning all over their bodies, like a moving fireball, wailing heartbreakingly, and making sizzling sounds of burnt flesh. But they knelt on the ground after walking a few steps, supporting the ground with their right hand and stretching their left hand forward, looking at their accomplices who were fleeing in front of them with despair, being devoured and burned alive by the fire, and turned into a pile of black charcoal.

In front of the boy was an insurmountable sea of ​​fire. The skin of the truck emitted an unpleasant burnt smell and a strange meaty aroma under the burning flames. Just when he thought everything had settled down, the charred truck body in front of him was suddenly knocked open by some equally huge object. The whole truck rolled several times on the wide road like a burning meteorite falling from the sky and was thrown aside.

The fearless BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle went straight through the sea of ​​fire, and its tracks crushed the charred bodies fiercely, turning them into a pile of ashes on the ground. The teenager, who had never seen such a terrible scene, covered his mouth tightly and dared not speak. The BMP2 tank successfully opened a safe path for the Soviet army behind him. Soviet soldiers wearing gas masks passed directly through the blazing fire. Holding Kalashnikov rifles, they did not care about other people's eyes at all, even in the eyes of the rioters, they were as terrible as demons crawling out of the burning hell.

Yes, they are back, the Soviet army from hell, they have set foot on this once humiliated land again!

All those who disrupt the Soviet order will be punished with their land and their blood!

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