Soviet Union 1991

Fourth update

Yanaev did not give a clear answer to whether he would allow Clerides to intervene in the Cyprus civil war. He was also troubled by this question. (?［{[{〉Yanaev had a thousand reasons to oppose the Soviet Union's intervention in the Cyprus situation, but he could not watch Cyprus retreat step by step and lose more territory.

It takes a certain amount of time to reach an agreement with the United States. Turkey can completely reverse the situation during this period and hide more cities. And there is no guarantee that the White House politicians led by Mario will deliberately delay time.

Cyprus is no longer a simple contest between Turkey and Greece. It is more of a competition between the forces supported by the United States and the Soviet Union in Cyprus. From the current situation, Cyprus is more dangerous. After all, Turkey's military strength is there, and its number and equipment are far superior to the Greek and Cypriot armies.

The Soviet Union cannot send troops to Cyprus. Once this If we do so, the whole situation will become more complicated.

However, a reminder from Defense Minister Yazov reminded Yanaev of something that happened a long time ago.

"General Secretary Yanaev, have you forgotten that we still have an army in Africa waiting for the call of the motherland?" Yazov said, "Those troops who returned from the Far East Military District and the Afghan war and were disarmed, and finally had to make a living as private military contractors in Africa, do you still remember them?"

Defense Minister Yazov's words reminded Yanaev that when the army was massively disbanded in 1992, there was indeed a group of people who responded to the call of the party and the country and traveled to South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia and Congo to carry out dirty secret wars. Including the opposition coup that supported the independence front to overthrow the authorities, the The Russians have been buying up local mines and controlling the blood diamond trade in Africa, becoming agents of the underground world. Behind all the bloody secrets, there is a group of Russians who are eager to respond to the call of their motherland again. They are armed with Kalashnikov rifles, shuttle through the jungle, and attack their targets like ghosts. In Africa, the most terrifying thing is not the opposition militias who claim to be independent and liberated, but these silent Siberian giant bears.

The Soviet Union originally disbanded 300,000 troops in the Far East, and at least one-fifth of them chose to enter the primitive tropical rainforest. Excluding retired and dead personnel, there are still nearly 30,000 "mercenaries" in Africa who have been forgotten there. And this force may have a decisive influence on changing the situation in Cyprus.

In the Donetsk conflict, the military quality of the East Ukrainian militia was far superior to that of the civil wars in the Middle East. When they were still trying to attack with human bombs, the Crimean militia was already familiar with the barrage of slow progress and the coordinated combat of infantry and tanks.

"The Moscow Legion scattered in Africa back then?" After so many years of busyness, he almost forgot the existence of these people. They could not respond to Moscow's call, but they still influenced the political situation of every African country in the most turbulent Africa in the 1990s. Even this company has the terrible military strength to overthrow any small country in Africa.

Yazov's proposal is not impossible. In the Bay of Pigs incident, the CIA also organized a mercenary force of thousands of people to try to overthrow Castro's regime, but the latter failed.

"Maybe Cyprus needs them? As long as Clerides is willing to pay for their employment." Yazov said seriously, "Although it has been so long, it is time for Turkey to re-experience what the Soviet army is."

Zimbabwe, Africa, Punitive Battalion.

Sergeant Gordon couldn't even remember how long he had stayed in these places full of malaria and rain. At first it was Mozambique. When they stabilized the local situation, they moved to Zimbabwe. President Mugabe's attempt to reclaim the land of Europeans and whites through violent means aroused the dissatisfaction of the British. They used military groups to launch attacks and tried to split the independent Zimbabwe and make it a divided and war-torn place.

Alkasha has become the commander of the disciplinary battalion. In fact, he is only one step away from the core decision-making power of the company, but Alkasha prefers to command the charge on the front line.

After so many years of blood baptism, Sergeant Gordon found that he had adapted to this bloody life. He also tried to return to society, but found that he had derailed from the surrounding affairs. He was more accustomed to the smell of burning gunpowder, the smell of blood, and the humidity that would never dry up in the rainforest.

Gordon has stayed here since he came back from Moscow. Many people left, and many people like him stayed. Under the baptism of war, they became a real war machine.

Only at certain moments in the middle of the night, holding the red star badge, would he think of the motherland he had fought for, and his heart, which had long been calm, began to stir again. He hoped that one day, one day, he could fight again for the motherland he had been defending.

Gordon turned over and tried to lie on the rattan chair in a more comfortable posture, but the sudden noise outside forced him to stand up and stick his head out of the window.

It was a black car, different from the ugly and violent steel monsters like the surrounding BMP armored vehicles. The black nobility made Gordon see through it at a glance, and the company headquarters sent someone over again to ask them to perform new tasks. But Gordon thought of one thing wrong. The person who got off the car this time was not a guy in a suit and tie, but an old man wearing a Soviet military uniform.

Gordon's eyes widened, as did many people like him around him. Because they had seen the dull-looking old man in front of them many times in newspapers and on TV. He is the Marshal of the 6th Army of the Soviet Union and General Valennikov, Deputy Minister of Defense. It is rumored that Varennikov will retire as the marshal of the Army this year and live out his life in a villa outside Moscow.

Alkasha emerged from the camp and was also stunned when he saw Varennikov, but Alkasha subconsciously raised his hand and saluted Varennikov with a military salute.

Varennikov patted Alkasha on the shoulder and said with some emotion, "Comrade Alkasha, right? People have to accept old age. I am worried that I will not be able to return to Moscow alive during this long journey."

Alkasha replied respectfully, "We will definitely protect your safety, General Varennikov."

Varennikov paced back and forth in the muddy camp. He waved his hands and said with emotion, "No need, boys. I'm not here to accompany you today. I just want to ask you one thing, just one thing." talk."

Varennikov stopped. Decades of military career have given him a strong aura. His eyes passed over every dull look, and he asked slowly, "Are you still willing?" Will you risk your life for the motherland again?”

After Varennikov finished speaking, everyone fell silent. They looked at Varennikov as if they were meeting a monster, not understanding what the other party meant. After so many years of bloody war, they seem to have long forgotten the promises they made when they joined the army.

Fight to protect the motherland.

Valennikov repeated, "Are you willing to fight for the motherland again?"

"Yes!" The enthusiastic Gordon was the first to raise his hand and shouted to Varennikov. Next comes the second, third, and fourth. Those faces that had long lost their expression became rich again. They raised their rifles high and shouted loudly. The jungle has worn away their will, but not their faith and spirit.

"willing!"

It was like an army that had been forgotten for many years, finally waiting for the call of the motherland.

Everyone put on the military uniforms they had brought back, wiped the red stars on the red berets and put them on again. For them, this was an honor. The soldiers in the punishment camp would rather die on the battlefield than spend the rest of their lives in this dark jungle.

Gordon looked resolutely at the mountains in the distance. He was finally going to wave goodbye to this damn jungle.

"Motherland, we are back." (To be continued.) 8