Soviet Union 1991

(The second update is complete)

The remaining militia fled to the gap in the valley in the northwest, preparing to go out from here on the road leading to the outside world. ＋◆Just when these people were glad that the hunting god behind them did not catch up, the surviving militia once again felt the horror of the Soviet armored forces.

The woods on both sides of the muddy road began to shake, and the birds perched on the branches were startled, as if there were terrible monsters in the jungle ready to rush towards them. The low trees in the front were broken by the steel tracks. In the midst of everyone's dumbfounded eyes, a BMP infantry fighting vehicle floated up in a crazy way at a 45-degree angle, fiercely crushing everything in front of it, and the dust raised blinded everyone's sight.

"What kind of monster is this!" The resistance militia who had never seen a BMP infantry fighting vehicle thought they had seen a devil.

These militiamen who only pointed their guns at innocent people experienced for the first time what the Soviet Red Army's infantry-tank coordinated combat was. The 30mm 2a42 machine gun tore the people in front of them into pieces. The soldiers who were also hiding in the bushes also shot at them. The militiamen who didn't have time to escape fell on the yellow land like harvested rice.

Gordon watched the helpless African children fall in front of him. He wanted Alkasha to stop the attack, but how could the soldiers who were red-eyed with killing calm down. Those people didn't even have time to put down their guns and surrender before they were deprived of their lives by bullets. As the gunshots became sparse, fewer people could still speak, until the dust and fog cleared, and no one could stand up again.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur. The battle started and ended in less than a minute. A perfect decapitation operation won a great victory with zero casualties among Soviet paramilitary operatives.

"Check to see if there are any survivors." Alkasha held the Kalashnikov rifle in his right hand and made a commanding gesture with his left hand to let the military operatives in the bushes go outside to finish the job.

Gordon walked to the road, where a group of people fell down densely, some were resistance soldiers, some were unarmed villagers, and some children under the age of eighteen looked up at him with their eyes wide open, and their dilated pupils ruthlessly announced his death.

"Oh my God, what have we done."

Looking at the scene of corpses everywhere, Gordon said with regret, he dropped the gun in his hand and ran to a child who was still alive. The child's Kalashnikov rifle was thrown aside. He was shot in the abdomen and was constantly oozing blood. His whole body was twitching constantly, and his lips were slightly opening and closing, trying to say something.

Gordon held his wound with both hands and shouted to the soldiers searching around, "Is there a medical officer? There is still a survivor here!"

Alkasha, who was communicating with someone, turned his head and saw Gordon helping a child soldier stop bleeding. He shook his head helplessly and walked towards him, unfastening the buckle of the holster on his waist with his left hand. Gordon saw Alkasha walking towards him and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that the other party's next move was to take out a pistol and shoot the child soldier in the head in front of him.

This shot completely cut off his life, and blood splashed on Gordon's face. He didn't even expect Alkasha to do it so cleanly.

"Asshole! Do you know what you are doing? You are violating the Geneva Convention." Gordon stood up and grabbed Alkasha's collar angrily, raised his fist and wanted to punch the other party in the face, but Alkasha grabbed his wrist with one hand.

"Don't be naive. These people are not protected by the prisoner of war agreement. In fact, we are not protected by the Geneva Convention either." Alkasha pointed at the body behind Gordon and said coldly, "You are saving him, but do you know what this man wants to do before he dies?"

Gordon turned his head and saw that the body behind him had already touched the trigger of the Kalashnikov rifle before he died. I am afraid that if Alkasha hesitated a little longer, Gordon would lie on this land forever like them.

Alkasha shook Gordon's hand away when Gordon hesitated for a moment, and instead picked up his collar and carried Gordon to the other side of the valley, saying as he walked, "Don't you want to see the truth? I will let you know all the truth now."

A large pit can be vaguely seen at the end of the road. Before approaching, there is a strong smell of decayed corpses. Gordon can't help but cover his nose. When he really came to the edge of the pit, the scene in front of him made him bend over and vomit.

This is a mass grave full of corpses. There are not only men and women, but also babies of several months old. Because of the hot weather, many of them have already shown a highly rotten appearance. Flies are spreading over the corpses in large numbers, and white maggots are constantly wriggling and eating the rotten meat.

"These are the people they caught in the mine a few months ago." Faced with the disgusting scene, Alkasha was surprisingly calm. He even lit a cigarette before introducing the origin of the dead to Gordon. "After they tortured the poor women enough, they dragged them and the useless babies directly to this place and shot them. As for the men, they were generally people who died of serious illness or overwork. It was much easier to just throw them here and fill them with soil. Anyway, they have a steady supply of slaves and don't care about a few lives."

"And the executioners responsible for executing the refugees are those child soldiers. Do you still feel sorry for those underage beasts? There is no Madonna in Africa, because they are all dead. Only those in the Western world who have not experienced war can have Madonnas like this Damn, these people don't accuse us from the moral high ground? Don't know why someone would kill someone for a bag of food, and are unwilling to understand their interests. The higher-ups are the ones behind these disasters, and what we have to do is to re-establish order in this chaotic country. What you are killing is not. A child, but a pitiful and hateful victim in this civil war."

When Alkasha said this, Gordon stopped talking. He slowly squatted on the ground, his thoughts a little confused. The political education he had received for so many years seemed to collapse at this moment. The Soviet iron fist that hit the enemy was at this moment. It seems to have been given a new meaning.

"Speaking of the Holy Mother, a few days ago, members of a peace organization that called for resolving disputes with love and peace were shot down by an RPG while flying over opposition-controlled areas in a helicopter. It is said that all members were killed and were stripped after death. Hanging on a tree with all your clothes on, haha, so ironic. So do you think it’s useful to treat your enemies with tolerance and kindness?”

At this point in the story, the cigarette in Alkasha's hand was almost burnt out. He threw the remaining cigarette butt into the pit, patted the shoulder of Gordon who was squatting on the ground, and said comfortingly, "Remember me?" The first thing I said when I met you? thi private saf day ca. Change the way you examine it. This place full of violence does not need bullshit voting democracy, otherwise it will be the end of the current civil war. They are only willing to listen to the warlord leader with the most weapons and the largest number of people. As long as there is a strong man, Mozambique will be defeated. Will not fall."

Gordon, who had buried his head in his arms and was silent for a long time, raised his head and reached out to Alkasha. The other party grasped his hand understandingly and pulled Gordon up.

Gordon glanced at the corpses for the last time and said expressionlessly, "In that case, let's execute the remaining members of the resistance movement together."

Alkasha pulled out the pistol from his waist, handed it to Gordon, and said with a smile, "I'm extremely happy."