After Becoming a Little Sister

"You're just—you're just using us!!" Pulled by the collar, Maozi the drunk screamed, "Just like those people back then! You're just using us! You guys keep talking about justice! Talking about ideals Fake! It's all lies!"

"Yeah, so?" Khaki let go of him: "What did I trick you?"

"you……"

"I said, I have money, I can hire professional bodyguards, I can hire mercenaries, I can even let those capitalists sell themselves - the reason why I am standing here, I still say these things to you, trying to give You help because of your past! Not your future! You have no future! Isakov! You don't—you have no future!"

"..."

"You have nothing! Not only you, but also your daughter! When she walks on the road in the future, she will be worried that there will be some rotten person who can recruit a hooligan and drunk like you to harass her for just a little money! She When you work, you have to worry about whether there will be a boss who is an oligarch or a slave owner. He took a fancy to her and used her like a toy to ravage-look next door! Look! What do you see? Do you want to tell me Slaves don't exist now! Don't you see it better than me?! How many years have you lived here?! How many years!!"

The drunkard Maozi lowered his head, looking at the ground under his feet.

The bright and clean tiles reflected the warm yellow light, and in the bright light and shadow was his distorted and gloomy face.

"So wake up, Isakov...wake up." Khakisang loosened his shoulders wildly, and the tone of his reprimand was no longer pity, but a little impatient: "Stop saying things that others don't understand , be your drunk and bring your former subordinates along, no one will take advantage of you, you are not worth being used by others at all."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked out of the gate.

The door was just so open, and the field elite buddies who were guarding them at the door also looked at each other, shrugged and then left together. The entire corridor was empty.

The bald men stood there blankly, staring blankly at the road ahead.

The road is covered with soft carpets with gorgeous patterns, and there are bright chandeliers on the road, shining brightly.

There are expensive paintings hanging on the walls on both sides of the road. The paintings depict castles, pearls, gold and silver, and nobles in fresh clothes and angry horses.

But it's all someone else's and they have nothing - like the present and the future.

The drunkard Maozi bent over silently, squatted deeply on the ground, covering his face with his hands.

Behind him are the group of subordinate brothers who have never left him for 20 years, but have only managed to never leave him.

They were ashen-faced and speechless. Some of them slumped down on the chairs beside them, while others stood helplessly. He forgot to raise his hand, and stood still.

They really have nothing to lose - but what can they gain?

The corridor was empty, and the other party seemed to have fulfilled their promise and did not pursue the previous matter, but they also had no intention of saying anything else to them, whether it was helping or pursuing or naive, idealistic, and ridiculous justice. , it doesn't matter anymore.

The road is here, go on your own, take your wine and leave, or you can continue to drink here.

The whole box of neatly stacked vodka just stood there, wooden outer packaging, exquisite spray patterns, full of sophistication and elegance called money, and the simple and crude potato-stuffed vodka they liked back then is simply a different world s things.

Rather, this is indeed something from two worlds...

At this time, a girl with a bandage wrapped around her wrist was holding a large piece of Leba, and turned around the corner at the other end of the corridor.

But after she passed by, she poked her head back and took off the big piece of bait she was holding in her mouth in doubt. It seemed that she had spotted them, and her eyes lit up.

She stared at the trolley of wine, and waved at the gang of bald men: "Hey! Let's drink together!"

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and took out a small flag from her pocket, probably the size that tourists like to buy and wave in their hands. It has a red background and the former Bolshevik flag on it.

"Hala Hugh!" The girl raised the small flag, waved it with a smile and greeted them: "Davarish!"

This sentence was like a hammer around the head, the drunkard Maozi stared at her blankly, the expression on his face gradually twisted into a ball,

For Maozi himself, there is nothing strange about this word, and Maozi himself still uses it now.

But outsiders call them that-if there are foreigners calling them that, they can only be from the same camp.

Davarish...

After a while, he seemed to finally let out the breath that was choked in his throat, and the whole person yelled "Ah—" and started to cry loudly while grabbing the edge of the carpet in front of him, shouting hysterically that those bosses who used to be The names of those brothers under his command cried like a lunatic.

Behind him, those bald men roared angrily, their faces flushed, they smashed the wooden box in front of them carelessly, and took out the vodka inside, their cut palms were bleeding, but they didn't care, and used With the aura of being drunk to death, he poured the liquid mixed with wine and blood into his mouth, tearing his clothes and shouting while pouring, venting the humiliation that had been stifled for 20 years, and crying together.

They also thought about protecting their mother!

But they are not heroes, and even those who have lost everything so far cannot be named.

Look now, there is nothing, everything is changed, strange and cold, like a Siberian snap.

The girl stared blankly at this scene, and stopped waving the small flag in her hand, as if she was frightened.

In the corridor beside her, the khaki-colored Kuangfang stood at the same level as her, leaning against the wall, his figure hidden by the corner of the wall.

Two people facing different directions, but standing on the same line.

The bright lights in the corridor are still shining, but if you look closely, the light and shadow from the window spills in.

The bright side shines on the side of the girl's cheek, while the dark shadow covers the boy's whole body.

"It's too dirty in this way, miss." Khaki Kuang folded his arms and looked up at the mural on the ceiling: "How sad they are crying..."

"No, they were laughing—they hadn't laughed this loud in decades."

The girl was holding the small flag. On her delicate but young face was a pair of deep and vicissitudes of life.

"Men, it's not a crime to laugh out loud once in a while..."

"……Too."

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 980 0962-The wonderful world lines coincide! (touch

Aliya's way of making up the knife was like a knife that pierced these guys viciously.

Only the hunk knows the hunk best, and only the legion commander who has experienced pain knows how hard these former soldiers feel.

Sometimes a man laughs but doesn't laugh, and sometimes a man doesn't cry when he cries--tears are such an inconvenience!

The little fairy waited for them to vent their wailing, and then she walked around looking for the muscular sister Gui Aige as if she hadn't noticed. After all, they had to give them a step down.

Men, when venting their feelings, they should let go. After venting, they still want to save face. It is unrealistic to ask them to find the khaki wild and wild and say it is really fragrant.

"My mother also served in the Soviet Army." The muscular sister Gui Aige poured herself a glass of wine with the mug, then looked at the exquisite goblet in front of her, and put it aside in disgust.

Who would drink vodka with this stuff?

Holding the stainless steel tea mug, she raised her head and sipped vodka before exhaling, "What was your previous number?"

"We are from the airborne troops." After the drunk Mao Zi cleaned up his face, he sat beside him and drank with him.

But compared to the drunken look before, the same person has calmed down, but has a completely different temperament.

If the former drunk Maozi looked like a hooligan due to excessive drinking and unscrupulous swaying posture, then now he is the same bald head and drinking alcohol, but his vulture eyes look like a horse that wants to Siberian wolf tearing prey.

Those bald guys sat around the table, but their hunched backs and shrunken shoulders were all let go now, their straight waists made them look taller out of thin air, and their chins were drawn in. , no longer the previous appearance of raising his chin to provoke someone, but more deterrent.

The wild khaki color did not go wrong—these guys were just smoothed by life, but it doesn't mean they were smashed into scum.

Muscular sister Gui Aige glanced at these guys, thoughtfully.

Before the disintegration of the Soviet Union, in fact, there were undercurrents surging within the entire Soviet army, and many soldiers received the news, and they learned the news of the upcoming changes earlier than those who were kept in the dark.

Among them, the Air Force and those that can be quickly mobilized, such as airborne troops and special forces, have learned more and more detailed information. Several airborne battalions were even temporarily transferred to Moscow. It was Gera who supported Nikolaevich at the beginning. The [-]st Tula Airborne Division led by Geoff.

Of course, it is not so much support as inaction—after all, the map head was still there at that time, and even according to the order of power after the change, it should be the emergency committee that took over the command. The order of the state of emergency committee, marching towards the White House.

However, this idiot on the map head didn't even have the ability to make decisions. At that time, Baklanov even made it clear that those damned traitors could be suppressed only by using strong means. Just like Yu Shaobao, he pulled Ming Dynasty Zong up the city wall.

He even told the head of the map that 'you go and rest, we do this dirty thing and then you can come back'.

But even so, the map head still rejected the proposal, thinking that there would be no danger if he buried his head in the sand.

As a last resort, Baklanov could only forcibly take over the military command and declare a state of emergency under martial law under the pretext that the head of the map was unwell and could not continue to serve as the first committee member. It is also the biggest crisis.

They didn't get the name of righteousness!

And Nikolaevich is more decisive than the map head. When he learned that the emergency state committee took over the authority, his first reaction was to use this accident to claim that the emergency state committee had stolen the right of the map head, and demanded that Return power to him and revoke all resolutions of the State of Emergency Committee.

At that moment, time and history came to a bifurcation point, and whoever controls the next righteousness will be able to take the initiative.

At this time, Grachev, who was transferred to Moscow, chose Nikolaevich, a speculator who stole the so-called righteousness, and at the same time, the KGB also fell to him—or both of them chose not to stop him .

Because neither Grachev nor the Alpha special forces under the KGB received a clear order to arrest him.

But at this time, not doing anything is tantamount to supporting, helping the tyrant, and helping the tiger. If Grachev wanted to do something, with the strength in his hands, he could completely suppress the entire Moscow at that time, but he chose to remain silent.

At the same time, the people stopped the ground troops commanded by the emergency committee. They rewarded these children with bread and sweets. Everyone did not want bloodshed and conflicts. The ground troops and airborne troops surrounded the White House and occupied all the important places. Niguel Lajevic was surrounded inside, and theoretically as long as he rushed in and grabbed him, the chaos would be over.

But the soldiers could not get further orders from the emergency committee. Grachev's silence made the incident more complicated. Before the map leader stood up, no one could declare who was right and who was right. Incorrect.

It is a pity that the head of the map did not stand up, and it was Nikolaevich himself who chose to stand up.

Everyone knows what happened afterwards. He stood up, boarded the tank and read out the citizenship certificate. The radio and TV broadcast his appearance. At that time, he looked like a real hero.

The unit that the drunk man belonged to was actually Grachev's brother unit, but contrary to Grachev's choice, their commander saw the weakness of this colleague and understood that if he really wanted to solve this matter, he had to Is to use the strongest means.

But Yazov actually said that he didn't want to be Pinochet-mainly because the top leaders of the map and the high-level officials who formed the Emergency State Committee were at odds with the military, which led to the military's choice of these situations tending to be conservative, rather than like Execute the order perfectly as before.

You must know that at that time, lack of pay and wages had become the norm in Maozi's army. The top retired military scientists could not even guarantee a retirement salary of 10 dollars a month, and the relationship with the high-level was already very tense.

The stalemate led to the collapse of the attacking side, and the Emergency State Committee chose to welcome back the map head. Unfortunately, the latter's inaction has caused him to completely lose his reputation. In the follow-up operation, this idiot chose to send the The high-level arrests, but they believed Nikolaevich who kept saying that his main purpose was to support him and choose to act.

So at the follow-up supreme meeting, he couldn't even find a single person to support him. Nikolaevich held righteousness in his hands, coerced the emperor to order the princes, and signed the order declaring the collapse of the Soviet Union to stop the activities of the Russian Communist Party.

Afterwards came the upheavals in Eastern Europe that would be mentioned in all later textbooks, the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and the resignation of the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, which was personally read out by the head of the map, which was broadcast on all TV programs at the time.

The power of the drunkard Maozi seems to be nothing in this, just like a mayfly shaking a tree, but they have indeed stood at the crossroads of history, and tried to use their fragile bodies to carry the 69 years of the great mother. past and unknown future.

They failed—not just the drunks, but all of them.

In fact, at that time, except for those who chose to go upstream, the majority remained silent, and even a small part chose to escape.

At the beginning, there was an airborne soldier named Menshikov, who fled a few months in advance, took supplies to the northwest of the coldest Yakutsk region in the world, and became a wilderness hunter isolated from the world. Living alone in the wilderness of more than 800 kilometers for decades, he was discovered later and became an Internet celebrity on Maozi's side.

Those who resist become prisoners, and those who remain silent perish.

The filthy ones are on high, and those who flee are forgotten by the world.

The simple words [Dramatic Changes in Eastern Europe · Disintegration of the Soviet Union] in the textbook are behind too many heaviness that people can't mention again. It is the time when a big country completely collapses, and there are no eggs under the darkest nest.

Muscular sister Gui Aige is just silent, even if Lanxing's timeline is distorted, she is still not as old as the drunkard Maozi, at that time she was still a young girl - the beret and golden eagle she later served Special forces, in the world line of the earth, are actually a product of the late period, after that point in time.

So she is actually in a vague stage about her past experience, but she can also feel the pain of the other party, but she can't say any words of comfort.

Fortunately, the drunkard Maozi didn't need to be comforted, he had already gotten used to it over the years.

"Are you working for the people of the Republic?" He reached out and picked up a meal bag, biting it, swallowing it with difficulty, and then his eyes were full of inquiries: "Why do you work for them?"