Soviet Union 1991

(first update)

Rumors that armored vehicles crushed and killed innocent people on Lustaveli Street in Tbilisi spread quickly. Those survivors who fled back in turmoil shivered and cried to the people around them about how Soviet soldiers shot and killed those so-called How the "innocent people" crushed the bodies with the steel tracks of the armored vehicles. Some citizens who did not know the truth were incited by indignation. They took out weapons from their homes and prepared to go to the streets to denounce these "brutal Soviet soldiers."

The situation in Tbilisi continues to deteriorate, and the situation has become more serious than the unrest three years ago. In other words, Moscow's top leaders hope that the situation will continue to deteriorate and have reached their goal of finding an excuse to carry out a major purge.

Anyway, starting from the shooting of the first thug, the Moscow authorities have completely lost face with the Georgian states. Since I am trying to reason with you and you don't listen, then don't blame me for being rude. At the same time, Yanayev's repressive strategy also has the flavor of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger. It is a warning to other coalition countries that are ready to move. If you don't understand, this will be your fate. Even if the Soviet Union eventually disintegrates, you will be dragged along to support it.

Everyone will become cautious and cower in the face of the crazy desperate measures of the Moscow authorities. They just hope to escape from Soviet control, instead of perishing together with this evil empire.

Isn't the kindness in Yanayev's heart just to run over his opponents when they misbehave?

The BMP-2 armored vehicles divided into several lines continued to advance towards the city center, as fearless as ever. The unarmed civilians around them were frightened and ran away when they saw the Soviet troops arriving. They either hid in the alleys on the roadside or ran away. Among the houses, it seemed as if they would be torn apart by armored vehicles if they were one step behind, and the whole street suddenly became empty.

Perhaps the thunderous tactics on Lustaveli Street a few minutes ago turned into a weapon of fear, imprinted on the hearts of every Georgian and an indelible shadow.

Four BMP2 infantry fighting vehicles passed through the Lunacharsky neighborhood. The commander sitting on the armored vehicle noticed an old man wearing a dirty Soviet military uniform on the side of the road. He was groping in the muddy trench, not caring about his own safety. His face and hair were stained with a lot of mud, and his palms became red and swollen from being soaked in the cold mud water for a long time, but he still didn't stop groping. Out of curiosity and respect for the Red Army's predecessors, the commander ordered the advancing infantry fighting vehicle to temporarily stop advancing, but was stopped by the war machine that was ordered to keep advancing. The driver of the first BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle did not understand what the commander meant, so he stuck his head out of the cockpit and asked, "Captain Valenin, why do you ask us to stop? If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to reach the building." "

"What's the hurry? Wait a minute." Second Lieutenant Valenin scolded the driver, then jumped off the infantry chariot and walked to the gray-faced old man, asking softly, "Hello, old man, you are in such a dirty ditch. What are you looking for?"

"My Red Star Medal is missing." The old man sat on the ground sadly, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and sobbing. "A group of students on the march snatched my medal and threw it into the sewer. I was I just want to stop these children from doing stupid things. Is the stable life we ​​have worked hard for with our blood and lives so unworthy of their cherishment? "

The old man sitting on the ground raised his head, with a muddy and dirty face mixed with old tears. The silent cry of the dying Soviet veteran made Valenin involuntarily feel distressed. His eyes caught a glimpse of the old man's empty cuffs, and his heart suddenly melted. Got it.

A somewhat aggrieved Second Lieutenant Valenin walked up to the infantry fighting vehicle, patted the body of the armored vehicle and shouted loudly, "Everyone, listen up, get out of the infantry fighting vehicle immediately, you have something to do now!" "

"What are you doing, captain? Don't we have to move forward?" Someone in the car asked in confusion.

"Go forward, of course we have to go forward. The enemy is in front of us. But before you go forward, raise your head and look at this old man." Second Lieutenant Valenin pointed his finger at Corporal Ivauri who was looking for the medal. When my eyes fell on the old man, He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Have you seen that this group of thugs treated our Red Army predecessors like this, ruined our construction, and openly used it in the name of freedom and justice! Do you want to treat such people? Teach him a lesson?"

"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison.

"Have you not eaten yet? Louder, I can't hear you. Do you want it?" Second Lieutenant Valenin raised his voice and repeated it again.

"Yes!" the soldier sitting on the roof of the car repeated, and this time everyone responded louder and more uniformly.

"Very good, the ditch is not deep. Everyone, please get out of the car and find the Red Star badge before moving forward! Soviet soldiers can't even protect their own people, so they are not heroes!"

Second Lieutenant Valenin's order was unquestionable. These enthusiastic and excited young men quickly jumped off the infantry fighting vehicles and joined the ranks of helping to find the badges. They groped in the ditch regardless of the cold winter and the filth of the mud. No one complained and no one They work in both positive and negative ways, because they all know that everything they do is for the people. Taking advantage of their large numbers, these Soviet soldiers quickly dug out the lost badge from the mud.

"Look, I found it." A young man held up the found badge as if showing off a treasure. People around him stopped looking and came closer to praise. He carefully wiped the dirt off with his cuffs, then held it in both hands and handed it to Ivauri, smiling and saying to him, "Fortunately, the badge is not damaged, it's just a little dirty. Senior, don't be sad."

Facing the young soldier with a warm smile, Iwauri's eyes suddenly became blurred, and muddy old tears stayed down his cheeks. He had a lot to say, but in the end he just said thank you with an excited expression.

Second Lieutenant Valenin used a clean towel to wipe away Ivauri's tears and the dirty mud on his face, and said in a heavy tone, "Senior has suffered. I know that not everyone can understand our lofty ideals. There will always be those who laugh at us, but no one can deny its greatness. You have done your best in the Patriotic War in 1942. Now, it is up to us to take over the flag in your hands and move forward. "

"Don't cry, senior. Your will to fight regardless of all odds will be inherited by us."

Ivauri was speechless for a moment, as if standing in front of him was the company commander who took the hammer-and-sickle red flag from the dead flag bearer during the last charge, leading everyone in the most tragic advance. I vaguely remember that the company commander planted the red flag on the ground before he died. Even though he was shot several times and died, his hands still held the red flag tightly before he died. The body remained standing and did not fall down.

"Boys, don't be stunned, we are ready to set off to clean up those bastards." Second Lieutenant Valenin climbed back onto the first infantry fighting vehicle. After everyone was seated, he patted the driver's cover and pulled the The voice shouted to the people inside, "Hurry up, it's time to set off. Otherwise we won't be able to catch up."

"Forward, Davaric." Others shouted in unison.

The front BMP-2 infantry tank started and continued to move forward. Some Soviet soldiers sitting on it smiled and waved goodbye to Ivauri, like young faces preparing to go to the front line in 1942, running towards the unknown, A dangerous front lies ahead. But veteran Ivauri knew that no matter how dangerous the front was, these young and determined soldiers would not retreat, because he saw in these people the shadows of their comrades who sacrificed their lives back then.

When they waved goodbye to their relatives and rushed to Stalingrad, weren't they just as determined as they were?

"Company commander, political commissar, have you seen this?" Ivauri, with an excited expression, kept looking in the direction they were leaving and said to himself, "The Soviet has not fallen, and our will is still inherited."

We will inherit your will.

This sentence has been echoing in his ears for a long time.

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