Soviet Union 1991

This afternoon, the port of Sulina was unusually busy.

Of course, there was no sign of prosperity here, only cold metal and the pungent smell of gunpowder. The smell of gunpowder in the air was captured by human touch, and the tense atmosphere enveloped everyone's heart. The containers in the port have been moved away, replaced by heavy steel decks and long-range artillery deployed along the coast. The port is full of supplies, mainly ammunition and food. Soldiers carrying Kalashnikov rifles are sweating as they carry ammunition boxes that have just been unloaded from trucks.

Soon this place may become the forefront of the conflict.

Excited, panicked, serious, and meticulous faces are scattered around the area nearby. Because of the caliber cruise missiles launched from the high seas, their main task is to protect this port city closest to Ukraine and prevent enemy troops from landing here. At the same time, interceptor missiles are prepared. If the Black Sea Fleet tries to launch cruise missiles again, they will intercept them here.

They did not wait for the Soviet Black Sea Fleet, but waited for the Montana-class destroyer fleet that had been missing for more than 30 hours. Looking at the distant sea level, they could see the Romanian flag fluttering in the sea breeze.

However, this fleet had already been instigated and became the first army to overthrow the rule of the Romanian oligarchy.

Across a large expanse of blue sea, the buildings of the Sulina Port have appeared in the sight of Captain Antonetasescu. The fleet is approaching this port that will not target them with fire, and the 76mm naval guns and anti-ship missiles are ready to make this port bear the anger of the people.

Antonetasescu's expression is solemn. If they take action, they will all be victims of the war. Then he felt ridiculous for the inexplicable sympathy in his heart. Who is not a sad victim of this era? How many politicians still remember those soldiers who were destitute and walked on the streets after being disarmed.

The first mate walked up to the captain and said with some difficulty, "Captain, the command asked you to explain the disappearance of more than 30 hours, and let the Montana-class destroyer prepare for battle and immediately blockade the Romanian waters."

Command?

It's ridiculous.

Haven't these idiots who are just sitting there doing nothing understood where they lost? Ignorance has blinded everyone's eyes. The admirals who are only concerned with counting money in their offices will never understand the difference between an army that sticks to its beliefs and a guy who works for money.

The Soviet Union can become a torrent that sweeps the world, more because of the power of faith. Those idiots will never understand how terrible an army blessed by faith is.

Antonetasescu shook his head. After he made that dangerous decision, the command had become an enemy.

"No, I have more important things to do. Whether it's the high-ranking officials in the Navy Command who are just waiting to die or the political oligarchs who are exploiting the people, they will all be liquidated next. Romania will not let go of anyone who tries to exploit the people, and they will not forget those who are loyal to the people. Listen, first mate, our order should be recast."

When the captain talked about recasting the order, he paused obviously.

How much he loves this motherland.

That's why he has to destroy the hypocritical order created by the democrats with his own hands.

Is he really old...

Antonetasescu sighed and recalled that when he was young, he was still a sailor, fighting enthusiastically for the construction of socialism. When he got to the middle position of the Navy, he didn't expect that what he was waiting for was the dramatic changes in Eastern Europe.

The country he once loved has disappeared, replaced by a group of ridiculous and despicable traitors.

The changes in the social system directly affected the entire navy, and a group of incompetent wastes sat in the position of the command.

They openly plundered people's property, built themselves magnificent villas, expensive luxury cars, and thought about what luxurious furniture to put in them.

The only thing they didn't consider was the people who lived in the sewers and were suffering.

They also didn't care about the promises of democracy and freedom they made before. Those promises were worthless than garbage. When they took control of the entire country, they just threw them into the box.

This is not the socialism that the Romanian people want. It's not even socialism. It's just the rule of the oligarchy.

The first mate asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, Captain Antonetascu, why are you doing this? Rebellion will not bring you a bright future, and once you fail, it will ruin everything you have."

"Something must be done by someone. In 1989, we missed an opportunity to change this country. I watched it being occupied by a group of despicable and shameless villains. So today I will not let the tragedy happen again."

The cold sea breeze blew on Antonetascu's face, and he said expressionlessly, "Do it."

"For the future of the people, for Romania to no longer suffer."

The first mate nodded.

"Captain, no matter what you do, all the crew members on the Montana-class destroyer will follow you to death."

The Romanian troops stationed in Poti Port had not yet realized that they were in great danger. Even the ZSU-4 self-propelled artillery and the shore-to-ship missiles were unmanned, especially since their own navy was approaching the port, so this group of people didn't care even more.

Depravity and enjoyment had long paralyzed the souls of the Eastern European army, and they were getting fatter and fatter in tobacco and alcohol.

The 76mm artillery that was originally quiet on the bow of the Montana-class destroyer suddenly roared and roared angrily, firing at the anti-aircraft artillery and tanks deployed in the port. Wherever the shells passed, dazzling flames could be seen directly exploding, and the smoke spreading from the center of the explosion enveloped the entire port.

The sound of the "Aurora"'s artillery fire sounded the first sound of armed resistance.

The originally lazy Romanian army was directly blown up. They hurriedly grabbed their helmets and put them on their heads to prepare for a head-on attack, but they just saw the self-propelled artillery and tanks deployed on the shore being bombarded by the approaching Montana-class destroyers. After the 76mm gunfire raged through, only the chassis of the original T55 tank was left burning. The turret was overturned to the ground by the naval guns firing more than a dozen times a minute. In addition to the charred scrap metal, it was completely deformed in the high temperature.

Of course, the destroyer's attack was not over yet. After the naval guns vented their anger, they continued to attack the small missile boats and tanks of the armored battalion in the port. The missile boats and tanks of the Romanian troops all became the prey of the Montana-class destroyers. The panicked Romanian army watched the buildings, tanks, and armored vehicles explode in front of their eyes, and the high temperature heat wave directly overturned the soldiers into the sea.

The entire port turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Montana-class destroyer's lightning-fast attack almost wiped out the troops deployed in the port. And those soldiers who woke up also began to shoot at the Montana destroyer.

Anti-ship missiles and 38mm machine guns were all aimed at the slowly advancing Montana-class destroyer.

Antonetasescu slowly closed his eyes. It was difficult to change anything with the power of a destroyer alone.

However, the next moment, they were not blown into the sea to feed the fish, but saw countless 12 sandbox missiles flying overhead, flying towards the missiles and machine guns deployed in the port. At the same time, the AK130 large naval gun also began to fire at the shore. The 130mm caliber directly blew the deployed anti-ship missiles and machine guns into pieces, tearing the entire port into pieces. The flames of the explosion illuminated the deep-water port, and the orange-red flames swept everything.

When everything returned to calm, only the burning sea of ​​fire remained, which turned from starlight into a prairie fire, sweeping everything.

Antonetasescu looked back in shock and saw the red star on the bow.

The huge tonnage made people dazed, and the appearance of the Glory-class cruiser stung his eyes at this moment.

The army that once wanted to liberate the entire world proletariat.

The Red Navy that never changed its ideals in the years of washing.

The unbreakable Red Alliance's army has finally arrived. (To be continued.)

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