USSR 1991

As soon as the words fell, the closed door of the bedroom was kicked open. Generalov stood up in a panic, and saw the KGB troops he had mobilized walking towards him.

Yanayev tidied up the wrinkles on his suit slowly, stood up and stretched. This scene has been going on for too long, and it's time to end it.

He said calmly, "Comrade Generalov, you are under arrest."

Chapter 969 Tonight, Yazov will join the hunt

As far as Yanayev himself is concerned, if one day a group of people around him jump out and tell you that they want to restore the interests of the bureaucratic group during the Brezhnev period and enjoy the privileged class, and he can't take action to rectify it, and interfere Just ask the other party, are you speaking from the party's standpoint or the people's standpoint, then the general secretary's first reaction is definitely, bring my Kalashnikov over here, and I will clean up these traitors for Comrade Lenin and the motherland !

The privileged class is definitely not the achievement of socialist construction that Comrade Lenin emphasized at the beginning. How could Comrade Lenin, who has devoted his life to eliminating the exploiting class, make these dead souls stand up again.

In the Ministry of National Defense Building, Deputy Minister Balaklov sat in his office, holding black coffee in his hand, and staring at the bustling downtown streets outside the window.The phone on the desk rang every half an hour, and the Dzerzhinsky division loyal to Vladimir was advancing in the direction of the White House in coordination with the tank troops.

When the tanks advanced on the road, the citizens of Moscow cast horrified glances. They whispered and hurriedly avoided the advancing steel troops. These tanks reminded them of the bloody events of that year.

The scene in 1991 is reproduced today, and the steel chariot is the lingering nightmare of that bloody coup.

Now, they're back.

In order to protect the entire red republic, even the icy cold wind could not stop the steel tracks from advancing. The thick steel turret aimed at the street at the end of the road, and the flag on the top floor of the White House building was looming in the sight of observers.

"Poor Lukyanov, you have no idea what's going on..."

Balaklov looked at the pedestrians on Abaskaya Square through the glass. This undercurrent of political struggle will break the calm with the invasion of tanks.Perhaps Lukyanov was still confidently hiding in the White House and preparing to deal with Vladimir, but he didn't know that the 125mm artillery had been aimed at his head.

That was the last trump card in Moscow.

Balaklov closed the book with a snap and raised his head. The light made him narrow his slender eyes.He waited calmly until the phone rang again.

Ring ring ring ring...

Balaklov answered the phone, and the voice on the other end was the commander of Dzerzhinsky's division. Comrade Yazov, a graduate of the Frunze Academy, was in charge of the operation.

Yazov, who hadn't personally commanded a military operation for a long time, seemed eager to try. The cold blood of the Slavs was boiling again. He missed Beslan, the Chechen War, and the revenge of the Camellia incident, but he couldn't miss it. This is a grand occasion to send off old friends.

Tonight, First Minister of Defense, Comrade Yazov, will join the hunt.

In the BMP3 infantry tank, Yazov had to cover his right ear due to the violent sound of the engine, and raised the volume to communicate with Balaklov.He yelled at the top of his voice, almost saying, "Now we are on the way to the White House, and the Dzerzhinsky Division's infantry vehicles are about to surround the White House! Then the tank and armored division is also preparing to reach the destination and launch the final surprise attack !"

Exciting good news.

The voice on the phone was intermittent, and loud noises interfered with the communication, but Balaklov still wanted to explain everything to the healthy Yazov.

"Received, Comrade Yazov, the Taman Division has entered and surrounded the White House, and Lukyanov cannot escape!"

The Taman division commanded by Balaklov is turning the White House into a watertight prison. He can even imagine the hemispherical turrets on those tracked armored vehicles rotating neatly, aiming at the windows of the high-rise buildings of the White House, and hiding behind The tense look in his eyes—a cordial greeting from the Kremlin.

Yazov didn't hear clearly, and was still yelling to ask Balaklov if he heard clearly, so he could only repeat what he had said before.

"I received!"

Balaklov waved his hand. He couldn't wait to see what the expressions of the opposition hiding in the White House were like now.

The words of the Minister of Defense were interrupted by the driver of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. He turned around and said to Comrade Yazov in the infantry cabin, "Minister of Defense, I am sorry to disturb you. The White House is ahead. Please sit in the car and don’t come out if something happens.”

"Are you kidding, how can I direct the attack if I don't go out?"

Yazov knocked on the steel hatch very dissatisfied, and said, "Young man, I am not here to visit. I am the frontline commander of this attack. There is no reason to hide behind."

"Snipers." The soldier said with a look of embarrassment, "We are afraid that they have deployed snipers. When you appear in Abasskaya Square, they will give you a fatal blow. Only in the infantry compartment, you is the safest. Our mission is to protect you from any harm."

T72 tanks and BMP infantry combat vehicles surrounded the White House. The soldiers hid behind the tanks, lurking cautiously, not daring to raise their heads. They were afraid that snipers were lurking behind the invisible glass, looking for their prey in the eyepiece.

The steel helmets quietly protruding from the armor plate, as well as some running figures with fine steps, were all the targets for them to pull the trigger.Not to mention that Comrade Yazov, the owner of the Ministry of Defense building, will be shot into a battered corpse the first moment he stands outside, which is horrible.

On the square, one T72 tank after another formed a steel ring, enclosing the Ministry of National Defense building in the center.The direction of the turret extension is uniform and neat, and the tank crew in the cockpit can see through the periscope that the armed soldiers walking back and forth in the lobby on the ground floor of the White House are looking for bunkers.

They are still making the last resistance, and it is also the last concern of Yazov's offensive, because once the final battle is fought, casualties are bound to occur.The battle plan to siege the White House is being watched by embassies of other countries. Yazov hopes to resolve this matter peacefully and reduce casualties.After all, it was a struggle within the Soviet Union, so it is not convenient to put it on stage.

Minister Yazov waved his hand and was very disdainful of the soldiers' worries, "Sniper? Do you think Lukyanov really dares to tear his face? I am dead, and he will have no benefit at all. At that time, he will not be sent to Siberia, but He is going directly to the gallows. Lukyanov is at a disadvantage, and he dare not act too rashly. The difference between politicians and soldiers is that the former will try to keep their own interests and let them give up some of their interests to keep their core. It's just too difficult."

"but……"

The captain wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yazov, who waved his hand, his expression firm in the dimly lit cockpit, "Okay, nothing but, I will be responsible for my life. Your main task is not to protect me, but to capture the White House and arrest all armed personnel involved in the war, leaving no one behind."

After finishing speaking, he ignored it, grabbed the olive green SSH68 steel helmet, put it on his head, knocked on the cabin door with his fist, ordered the soldiers to open the door, and shouted loudly, "Let me out, I will teach Lukyan personally. Nof, that useless guy, what is absolute strength crushing!"

The hatch was opened, and Yazov got out from the dark infantry compartment, and watched the armored troops continuously entering the square. He held on to the cold handrail and looked up at the White House in front of him. He didn't know who was sitting inside. Are you watching all this like him?

Yazov is ready to fight his last battle.

Salute all political enemies with gunfire.

"Happy hunting."

"First Hunter" Yazov pressed the edge of his helmet, looked at the terrified prey in the White House, and said with a smile.

Chapter 9 In the name of justice!Judgment!

Lukyanov's heart is not as calm as he appeared at the beginning.

But now, all communication is cut off, and the phone on the internal line only rustles under the low noise of electromagnetic interference.The connection between Lukyanov and the Foros dacha in the Crimea was brutally severed.The White House seemed to be a cage of confinement, and an invisible force enveloped everyone present, lingering.

"Damn it, calm down, we haven't, General Secretary Yanayev is still in our hands!"

He clenched his fists, and looked in horror at the T72 tanks and BMP infantry vehicles in a circle on the square through the gap of the blinds—the number is still increasing, and he can even see the street not far away, All the cars were forced to get out of the way, and the continuous torrent of steel was filling the empty space in the square.

I don't know if Vladimir wants to fill all the vacancies with tanks and completely turn the White House into an island surrounded by iron currents.

He was sitting in the office a little weakly. He didn't expect to invite Vladimir, but the armored troops. He didn't know how to face the comrades who had been with him outside the door, and showed a peaceful and inspiring look. Smiling faces were out of the question, everyone saw what was going on outside, and they had a premonition that it wasn't quite the same as the planned script.

No, it should be said to be quite different.

A few people noticed Lukyanov's uneasiness through the closed office door. Fortunately, other soldiers remained optimistic about the development of the situation, and those who noticed the seriousness of the situation also believed that the situation was not so bad that there was no way out. At least General Secretary Yanayev is still in their hands.Intimidating the General Secretary of the CPSU, Akhromeyev did not dare to act rashly against himself.

Lukyanov thought so too.

The current situation is that Lukyanov is in the hands of Vladimir, while Yanayev is under the threat of the Director of the Security Bureau.

Although the process is a bit complicated, if this move is done well, the final outcome will be a loss for both sides.

Until four Hind helicopter gunships with rough and fierce appearance, which often appear in war scenes, appeared on the square in front of the White House, and played noisy roars above Lukyanov's head...

The helicopter began to hover around the White House building, and the powerful cannons and rockets aimed at the fragile glass windows. As long as one of them was empty for one round, everyone in the White House would be dead.

"You are still struggling, Lukyanov, do you see the troops advancing in the northeast direction? That is the Dzerzhinsky division, the hero who captured Yeltsin on August 1991, 8. Look to the left, yes, Did you see the advancing troops? That's the Taman Division. It is said that this group of people wanted to make contributions in this turmoil. I don't know if Comrade Lukyanov's head can be exchanged for them. .”

"To shut up."