Soviet Union 1991

(First update)

After a fierce but short battle during the day, the Soviet army basically drove away all the protesters, captured more than 70 armed thugs, and killed more than 20. Soldiers of the 4th Motorized Infantry Regiment also accidentally discovered an arsenal in an abandoned warehouse, which actually contained more than a dozen rifles full of bullets and even an RPG rocket launcher. The members of the infantry regiment immediately reported the news to their superiors.

Lieutenant Colonel Barankenov quickly reported the news to General Rogionov, and the top leaders made a decisive decision. Tbilisi immediately implemented the highest level of martial law and curfew, and Soviet troops and armored vehicles patrolled and maintained order in all major streets. Just when everyone thought that the smoke of gunpowder was gradually subsiding and Georgia was settled again, more intense fighting was brewing and fermenting, becoming Tbilisi's real nightmare.

Everything started with the violent explosion in the Chavchavadze district, which almost startled half of the residents in Tbilisi who were sleeping. People got up and looked out the window through the curtains with some anxiety, worried that something worse would happen. A bright light of fire was particularly abrupt in the dark night of Georgia.

Tonight, the whole of Tbilisi became panic-stricken. Enough blood had been shed during the day. Those guys who were originally passionate about Georgia's separation from the Soviet Union gradually calmed down. Yes, after paying a painful price, they began to feel scared. For the first time, they found that street politics was so terrible, and the promises of those movement leaders and the fantasies they had longed for became blurred after experiencing the Soviet violent machine crushing during the day.

Is this really the life they want?

After the Georgian rally residents dispersed, the mob started a new round of sneak attacks under the cover of night. First, an armored vehicle responsible for martial law at the intersection of the Chavchavadze district was attacked by a rocket, causing casualties among six Soviet soldiers. After the attack, the murderer immediately dropped the RPG launcher and disappeared into the darkness under the cover of night. Everything seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and it was skillful and experienced.

At the same time, other places were also harassed by thugs. A residential building was set on fire by a group of masked gangsters, and the burning flames illuminated the entire block. The owner of the house was a Soviet veteran who had won medals and commendations in the Great Patriotic War. The thugs rushed into the room. Because there was no sign in advance, the Soviet veterans were no match for these strong thugs.

After knocking the unarmed old man unconscious with an iron rod, they poured gasoline on him and burned him and the whole house directly. They also erected a wooden sign outside with a sentence on it: All Georgians who served the Soviet army will end up like this. Finally, there was a striking swastika sign. The extreme nationalists used this bloody and cruel way to warn the Georgian residents whose confidence was shaken not to try to stop resisting.

The extreme nationalists completely dropped their hypocritical faces and turned into naked threats to the Georgian residents.

When the fire truck arrived, the flames had already engulfed the building, and the wooden house collapsed completely into a hot ruin under the burning flames. There was also a gray-haired woman sitting in front of the flames and crying hoarsely. The thugs grabbed her hair and made her watch them burn her husband to death. Finally, they threatened this kind Georgian aunt to become a medium for spreading fear in Tbilisi.

If they found someone who voluntarily helped the Soviet army identify Georgian independence elements, their final outcome would be like this.

If the whole city was immersed in the terrible shadow of the extreme nationalists, then only a group of people would be happy about the current situation and even open champagne to celebrate with each other. They are the initiators of this unrest, the so-called President Zvyad of Georgia and his interest groups.

It has been more than 24 hours since the Soviet army entered Tbilisi, and he has not even come out to explain anything during these 24 hours. He has been secretly planning those shameful actions. The daytime demonstrations were defined as spontaneous mass behavior, so that when Moscow sent people to ask him to come out to advise, Zviad only claimed that he was sick and not suitable for travel.

Zviad's actions repeatedly challenged the bottom line of the Soviet Union. The Moscow high-level officials did not want to see Zviad tear his face and fight, but the other party regarded this tolerance as compromise and cowardice. Continue to challenge the tolerance of the authorities unscrupulously.

Kostava and Chanturia were the important planners of the riots. They were also Zviad's allies, or more precisely, allies of interests. This group of guys with their own ulterior motives gathered together because they needed to face the Soviet enemy together, but they had their own little calculations in their hearts. How to obtain greater political benefits.

However, the political level of Costava and Changturia was obviously not as good as that of the shrewd Zviad. They would never have thought that the plan proposed by Zviad, in which they were responsible for the specific implementation of the riots, would be quietly erased by the instigator of the riots.

Zviad had a trademark fake smile on his face, but he looked at the two idiots in front of him coldly in his heart. They thought that they were just executioners, and even if everyone suffered losses in the end, their punishment would be much lighter than that of the mastermind Zwiad. However, Zviad is much deeper than the two of them. As long as there are no traces left behind as the driving force behind the scenes, the only two scapegoats that Moscow's top officials can get in the end are these two scapegoats. No matter how you look at it, Zviad is the ultimate winner.

"Tonight is a night of panic for the Soviet army, and it is also a night of freedom for Georgia." Chantulia's excitement and excitement were beyond words. He raised the wine glass in his hand and congratulated Zviad and Kostava, " We will use night and gunpowder to make the arrogant Soviet army truly feel, let us drink to Georgia’s great victory!”

"Cheers!" The other two people also raised their glasses. Only Zviad took a sip and then put the glass down. He sighed and looked worried.

"What's wrong, Zviad." Chantulia was a little tipsy. He patted the Georgian president on the shoulder. Although Zviad was nominally the supreme leader, among the three veterans of the independence movement, In front of them, they did not distinguish between high and low.

"I'm very worried." Zviad deliberately showed a worried look, "Tonight's battle is not over yet, but we are sitting here drinking and talking. Isn't it a little too early?"

"Oh? What do you mean?" Kostava asked calmly. He stared at Zviad's face and slowly narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

"My suggestion is that I continue to mediate with Moscow to strive for greater benefits for Georgia's independence. And you continue to be responsible for fighting the Soviet army and leading the Georgian people to victory." Zviad deliberately set a trap and waited. The two jumped into the fire pit and "achieved the greatest benefit with the least sacrifice."

After the Soviet Union's twenty-four hours of action, he has seen through the thoughts of Moscow's top brass. The military, oh no, it should be said that the supreme leader will never let Georgia become independent, no matter what the cost, even if they both die together.

Zwiad does not want a real revolution, he just wants to gain enough political capital. The risk of continuing the armed rebellion is far greater than peace negotiations. What Zviad has to do is to take advantage of their unrest, negotiate with Moscow through a third party, and finally put all the results into his pocket before unloading them.

"But Zviad, there is one thing I want to emphasize. Why don't we carry out peace negotiations? The three of us advance and retreat together." Kostava added one more sentence tentatively. He had already stopped. I liked Zviad's gesticulating attitude, and seemed to vaguely guess Zviad's true inner thoughts.

Zviad was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Kostava continued to press forward step by step, "Or do you have other plans, Zviad, and are preparing to reach some shady agreement with Moscow?"

Chantulia on the side was still a little confused. He looked at the confrontation between Kostava and Zviad without knowing why. He swallowed and asked, "What are you arguing about?"

"Nothing, we are discussing the final ownership of leadership after the discussion."

Zviad's tone became cold, and he stared at Kostava with a strange curve in the corner of his mouth.