Soviet Union 1991

Tonight, Mashkov summoned political commissar Valentin in his office. As soon as Valentin entered the door, the other party came up to him with a smile on his face. That smile looked particularly special against his fleshy face. weird. Major Mashkov's belly was so big that even a button could barely cover the fat belly that was about to come out.

"Comrade Political Commissar, please sit down." Mashkov politely asked Valentin to sit down, which made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, it would always be accompanied by bad news. Something happened.

"Tell me, Comrade Mashkov. Do you have anything you want me to tell you?" Valentin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and just let him get straight to the point. ■▼Anyway, Valentin was in charge of the previous war, and he never counted on the greedy Mashkov.

Mashkov smiled awkwardly and said, "That's it. I hope that you will be fully responsible for the more than one hundred soldiers in the base tonight. I need to go to the rear to see when the army's reinforcements will arrive. arrive."

"Fleeing before the battle?" Valentin slowly calmed down his expression. He looked at Mashkov in front of him with the same indifference as he looked at those Chechen militants.

"What the hell, you misunderstood, Comrade Valentin." Mashkov rubbed his nose in embarrassment, but in his heart he was furious that the conspiracy had been exposed. This major's position was originally the position he had spent and cultivated relationships to get, and now He didn't want to die if something went wrong, and he didn't want to be accused of running away from the battlefield, so he simply let Valentin take over the command of the military base. Tonight, Mashkov summoned political commissar Valentin in his office. As soon as Valentin entered the door, the other party came up to him with a smile on his face. That smile looked particularly special against his fleshy face. weird. Major Mashkov's belly was so big that even a button could barely cover the fat belly that was about to come out.

"Comrade Political Commissar, please sit down." Mashkov politely asked Valentin to sit down, which made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, it would always be accompanied by bad news. Something happened. Tonight, Mashkov summoned political commissar Valentin in his office. As soon as Valentin entered the door, the other party came up to him with a smile on his face. That smile looked particularly special against his fleshy face. weird. Major Mashkov's belly was so big that even a button could barely cover the fat belly that was about to come out.

"Comrade Political Commissar, please sit down." Mashkov politely asked Valentin to sit down, which made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, it would always be accompanied by bad news. Something happened. This made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, something bad would always happen.

"Tell me, Comrade Mashkov. Do you have anything you want me to tell you?" Valentin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and just let him get straight to the point. ■▼Anyway, Valentin was in charge of the previous war, and he never counted on the greedy Mashkov.

Mashkov smiled awkwardly and said, "That's it. I hope that you will be fully responsible for the more than one hundred soldiers in the base tonight. I need to go to the rear to see when the army's reinforcements will arrive. arrive."

"Tell me, Comrade Mashkov. Do you have anything you want me to tell you?" Valentin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and just let him get straight to the point. ■▼Anyway, Valentin was in charge of the previous war, and he never counted on the greedy Mashkov.

Mashkov smiled awkwardly and said, "That's it. I hope that you will be fully responsible for the more than one hundred soldiers in the base tonight. I need to go to the rear to see when the army's reinforcements will arrive. arrive."

Anyway, if everyone dies in the end, then he can still say that he is the only one alive, and maybe he will be assigned to continue to hold official positions elsewhere. ▲If these people did not die in the end and survived, then Mashkov would have collected enough money to hide in the Western world and squander it in his next life.

"Comrade Mashkov, let's get straight to the point." Valentin leaned back on his chair and put on a serious face. He asked, "Just tell me, are you planning to run away from the battle? What do you mean? I won’t embarrass you if it is yes or no. If so, get out as soon as possible, we don’t need a coward like you here!”

"Yes, I just want to prepare to run away. What's wrong?" Since he can't pretend anymore, Mashkov simply tells the truth to Valentin, "Moscow only requires that we must stick to our position until the last person. He also said that reinforcements would arrive soon. Comrade Valentin? One day, two days or one week? Don't forget that our heads will have been cut off by the Chechens who rushed in. How they treated those soldiers in Grozny who were unwilling to surrender!”

"But you are a soldier! It is the bounden duty of a soldier to obey orders!" Valentin angrily shouted. At this moment, he felt that Mashkov had completely ruined the reputation of the Red Army, like the most filthy villain in the movie. ●

"Are you kidding me?" Mashkov snorted coldly. "I'm telling you, Comrade Valentin, what, Long Live the Soviets is bullshit. It is the truth to live first. You shout about fighting for your ideals all day long? It's simply It’s just a fool’s dream, bah.”

Mashkov spat on the ground, stepped on it with his boots and moved it, ruthlessly destroying the things he had sworn to protect.

Valentin took a deep breath and said to Mashkov calmly, "Do you know what the biggest duty of the political commissar was during the Great Patriotic War?"

"How should I know? I don't want to know. If you want to stay here, stay. I'm leaving first." Mashkov turned around and wanted to pick up the coat hanging on the hanger. Valentin stood behind him and took out his gun and shot him in the back of the head.

"Bang." A sharp sound tore the tranquility of the base. Mashkov's head was shot through with a blood hole. The splashing blood dyed the portrait of Lenin hanging on the wall into a blood red◆

"The biggest duty of the political commissar is to shoot and kill those cowards who flee from the battlefield." Valentin stared at Mashkov's face and said to himself. At this time, the door suddenly opened and Mashkov's guards rushed in. They saw Major Mashkov lying on the ground and Political Commissar Valentin with a murderous look on his face. They didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Comrade Mashkov attempted to leave his post without permission and was shot dead by me. Who else wants to be the next one?" Valentinsha's decisive look made everyone subconsciously take a step back.

"No one wants to escape? Very good, then you quickly get back to your posts and guard them well." Valentin walked out angrily, and the guards consciously made way for him. Before walking out, Valentin said to one of them, "By the way, clean up the body in the room. I don't want to see this person."

"Yes." Facing Valentin's terrifying eyes, the guard almost spent a lot of effort to say this word.

Just when Valentin was about to reach the gate of the base, a soldier suddenly rushed in and said breathlessly, "Commissar Valentin, it's not good. Those Chechens have organized a more fierce attack."

Just after saying this, a huge explosion came from the window. The whole base was shaken by the huge explosion. The glass outside the window was shattered in half, and the fragments fell on the soldiers leaning against the wall.

"Calm down, go back to your position, young man." Valentin patted the young man's dazed face, gave him an order, then took a Kalashnikov from the soldier next to him, and said to the soldier behind him who was about to rush out of the underground base bunker, "Follow me, soldiers. You must defend the base tonight. The reinforcements will return to Dar tomorrow, and the final victory will definitely belong to us!"

After the earth-shaking explosion, the position fell silent again.

Without any artillery and air support, this army relied on its iron will to stop the Chechen militants who rushed up. Everyone stayed in the trenches, ready with magazines, loaded, and bayonets for hand-to-hand combat. They stared at the barbed wire in front of them, looking at the figures gradually becoming dense in the fields outside the birch forest.

It was not yet dawn, and the midnight silence here was weird.

Everyone fell in the snow in white camouflage uniforms, holding their breath, waiting for the Chechen militants to enter the range. They forgot what fear was, and only had firm faith, the courage to never retreat, and the determination to fight to the death with this land.

"The Soviets will never give up!"

The encouragement of the political commissar lingered in the ears of every soldier, and it lasted for a long time.

"Kill them!"

The soldiers who were ambushing in the birch forest suddenly stood up and shouted. In the brief panic of the militants, they pulled the trigger at the invading enemy. The Kalashnikov continuously sprayed flames, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the militants.

"Ura!" (To be continued.)