Soviet Union 1991

The T72's gun barrel is aimed at the White House building. According to Comrade Yazov's arrangement, they will launch a final deterrent attack. The plan drawn up by the General Staff was to conduct an artillery bombardment. Start at the top and shoot all the way down but don't reach Comrade Pavlov's floor.

Bombarding the White House is just a cover-up, Alpha's army will break in secretly and carry out a daring rescue operation.

The barrel slowly rose, and the polished mouth of the barrel was aimed at the high-rise glass of the building. In order to deal with the conservatives who were trapped in the beast, Yazov even brought in the "Soviet aerial river of fire" Tunguska self-propelled artillery. , considering the power of tank gunfire, Yazov finally chose the safer 23mm gunfire, which at least would not cause the entire building to tragically collapse.

The dark barrel was aimed at the glass of the high-rise building. At Yazov's order, it began to spray flames crazily. Wherever the Tunguska muzzle passed, the glass windows were instantly shattered, and the continuous explosions shook the building. The surface left a scorch mark after the shelling. The impact of the 23mm artillery blasted the window continuously, and the broken tempered glass continued to fall, scattering a rain of broken glass under the sunlight. It's spectacular, especially the hot shells constantly falling to the ground, making a pleasant roar.

Lukyanov in the building did not feel so good. Everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands and closed their eyes tightly. The entire White House was trembling, as if it was experiencing an unprecedented earthquake, and their position would collapse in the next moment. There were explosions, roars, and the constantly shaking floor. Lukyanov held on to the table tightly, fearing that he would be thrown out of the window. Everyone moved away from the window. The 23mm shell was no joke. It only took one shot. It can break through fragile walls and tear everyone inside to pieces.

Tunguska finally died down after a round of strafing. After being devastated by the storm, there is no intact glass on the upper floor of the building. Instead, there are only holes left after shooting, as well as crumbling broken walls.

The sound of artillery fire stopped suddenly, and Lukyanov sat on the ground almost paralyzed. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gasped with lingering fear. The artillery fire just now almost made him think that he was going to die here, and he just missed swallowing a few quick-acting life-saving pills.

After the artillery fire stopped, people stood up one after another. They looked out the window nervously, as if they had never thought that they were actually saved, or that it would have such a dramatic ending.

"We are safe for now... Hurry, everyone move below, don't sit here and wait to die."

Rutskoy strode forward, grabbed Lukyanov's tie, and said angrily, "You'd better explain to me, Comrade Lukyanov, why things ended up like this."

Lukyanov pushed the opponent, took two steps back, and said coldly, "This is a coup, Rutskoy. You should know what the consequences of the coup will be. The price will be death. Since you lose, you must accept it." Punishment. Besides, we haven’t lost yet, so why are you anxious?”

"My people are not here to accompany you to die!"

Rutskoy pointed at the demoralized soldiers behind him and said angrily, "It doesn't matter if you die, but don't think about letting my people die with you. Sorry, Comrade Lukyanov, we won't fight this battle." , let’s quit now, I want to go out and surrender!”

"How dare you!"

Lukyanov yelled angrily from behind, "You think you can walk out of the White House. People outside are waiting for us to die. After death, you can shut up forever, and no one can tell the truth anymore." ”

Rutskoy took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it directly at Lukyanov's head.

The scene became tense instantly, and the people around him looked at the angry general in fear, not knowing what dangerous move he was going to make.

Rutskoy took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions. He slowly replied, "No matter what the truth is, I don't want to know. Haven't enough people died in Moscow over the years? The Khrushchev Group , Yeltsin's group, and countless people who opposed Yanayev's politics were either sent to prison or spent the rest of their lives in the Kazan Lunatic Asylum. I don't want to die in Siberia. Do you want to be frozen to death in some coal mine? "

Rutskoy's voice was colder than a winter storm.

"That's it, Comrade Lukyanov. Goodbye. By the way, we won't meet again."

Rutskoy wanted to walk out, but before he could take two steps, a sudden explosion knocked him to the ground. He got up in disgrace and looked out the window in horror.

After the greeting of 23mm artillery fire, the next step was the indiscriminate bombardment of 125mm. Of course, this was far more exciting than Tunguska's attack. Yazov gradually added straw as heavy as a thousand kilograms to Lukyanov until Crush him, crush him.

Next came the performance time of the Taman Division's armored units. More than twenty tanks did not fire in salvos, otherwise the entire White House building might be leveled by one floor in one round.

Each tank's shells were fired at intervals of three seconds. Just when the opponent thought it was over, there were explosions and vibrations, keeping them in an atmosphere of fear.

Psychological tactics are more effective than any kind of direct attack.

Everyone was waiting for the Taman Division to launch the final bombing in panic, but Pavlov smiled and said, "Comrade Lukyanov, don't blame me for not pointing out a way to survive. Now General Secretary Yanayev gives you one last chance. It's not too late for you to surrender now. If you wait any longer, you will be buried here."

A trace of hesitation flashed across Lukyanov's face. Pavlov's words made him waver in his determination to fight to the end. Coupled with Rutskoi's withdrawal at the last minute, he felt very embarrassed.

Should he surrender or resist to the end?

Lukyanov had no answer.

Just when he was in a dilemma and couldn't make a decision, the phone rang suddenly. Fortunately, the shelling just now did not interrupt the communication, so he could answer this "life-saving straw" call.

The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, and Lukyanov had never heard of this voice. But the first sentence he said made him freeze in place, unable to move.

"Hello, Comrade Lukyanov, I am from the American Embassy. If you want to be rescued, follow my method... Otherwise, you will die."