Soviet Union 1991

"Pope, how many divisions is he worth?"

This is Comrade Stalin's famous saying, which is engraved in the history of the Soviet Union. Western countries ridicule and blame his arrogance, and the followers of the ** regard this sentence as a classic. This is a contempt for theocracy and a deterrent to the exploiting class. It constantly reminds the financial tycoons of Wall Street and the asset oligarchs of the London Stock Exchange that in the cold continent far away in the East, there is a group of working class people burning with red will, watching them with hostile and hateful eyes. It makes them feel uneasy and like a thorn in their back.

Just like the speculator consultant Grela who is trying to take advantage of the situation now, he wants to get more benefits from Yanaev, but he forgets that the other party doesn't buy it at all.

The essence of the working class is to fight and accuse, and they will not compromise with the decadent and corrupt bourgeoisie.

The Soviet Union does not need to give in to anyone. Negotiations at the political table are based on equal strength between the two sides. Poland does not have the strength to talk face to face with the Soviet Union. Yanaev is the leader of this negotiation.

At this moment, Grela finally understood that the other party had no intention of bargaining with him. He was only responsible for notifying Poland that we were going to do this and asked them to cooperate.

It was okay not to cooperate, but the wheel of war would roll over you.

And he actually thought he saw an opportunity to force the other party to give in, and wanted to be the General Secretary of the Soviet Union, but he was slapped in the face. The other party had no time to play with him. Poland could choose to resist to the end in Romania, but if Yanaev himself took action, the ending would not be so good.

Yanaev stood up and pretended to leave. This action made Grela, who was sitting opposite, nervous. He thought the negotiations were going to break down. "Does Poland continue to make demands now? If it continues, we will end this negotiation."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. Poland has no demands anymore." In the surprised eyes of everyone, Grela shook his head firmly. He had already experienced Yanaev's methods. If he continued, Poland might have to pay a greater price.

"Are there any other requests? If so, it doesn't matter, you can continue to raise them. The Soviet Union is very happy to know what our allies are "planning"?"

Yanaev has returned to a kind smile from his previous indifferent expression, but from his eyes, it can be seen that the kindness is accompanied by unseen cruelty.

It's like accidentally peeping into the most terrifying scene of the abyss.

If I insist on doing this just now, the situation will be difficult to end.

"Everything... will be carried out according to the previous plan... Poland, there are no requirements."

Gerela replied with a wry smile. If he thought that Kwasniewski's arrogance came from ignorance, then his near miscalculation was an underestimation of the Soviet Union's bottom line.

Romania has become a political arena that Yanaev must win. Poland is actually pushed to the table by Western countries led by the United States to be used as a knife. After this negotiation, Grela also realized that none of the NATO bastards are good things. They are all pushing Poland into the fire pit!

Kwasniewski thought that he had learned the lesson of Poland blindly following the Western countries and had gained an advantage on the battlefield in Romania, but it was still a game between the great powers.

"Go back and advise your president, it's not too late for Poland to turn back now."

Before leaving, Yanayev turned around and stood at the door, leaving a mysterious figure to the other party. His voice echoed in the conference room, sounding like an omnipresent ghost, "NATO wants you to be a pawn and cannon fodder, German armaments, and American financial support. In the final analysis, the Western political powers are unwilling to confront the Soviet Union head-on. In order to let a small country in Europe stand up and block our progress, they specially created a beautiful lie. Join NATO, join the European Union, and obtain loans from the World Bank Group? Think about it, don't these beautiful promises require you to pay the price of blood? It's too naive. Even if you win the war in the end, will they fulfill the promises on paper?"

He still endured the stupid words and didn't say them out loud.

The originally lively conference room returned to its deserted state. Most people walked out of the door nervously, and finally they didn't have to stay in that high-pressure atmosphere.

Although Grela, who was walking in front, was smiling, his background seemed a little lonely. The representatives of the Kremlin deliberately kept a certain distance from him.

Grela didn't come back to his senses until he walked out of the Kremlin.

He called the president's office. The first priority was to inform Kwasniewski of the unfortunate news.

"Withdraw troops? Are you kidding?"

The Polish president raised his voice a lot. He couldn't tolerate such a result. It was not easy to make a key breakthrough in Poland. Why withdraw troops now? Please tell Yanayev and the Soviets that Poland will never take a step back! "

"Listen to me, Mr. President."

Grela's sudden outburst scared Kowasniewski, but he calmed down and didn't speak. He tolerated the other party's unreasonableness and wanted to hear his opinion.

"We really can't fight this war in Romania anymore. If we continue to fight, Poland will lose everything... Although we want to intervene in the Romanian incident and control the oil pipeline, but... behind this is the West encouraging Poland to be cannon fodder. Ah! We helped them conquer Romania, and what happens next? All we have is a piece of paper!"

"Well..." Kwasniewski's reply was very plain, even disapproving.

Grella was stunned. He suddenly realized something and his expression became nervous. He clenched the mobile phone with both hands and lowered his voice, "Did the President know the true purpose of NATO all along, but still did it? Could it be that he still did this? Are you really aiming to join the EU and get closer to Western countries?”

"President Kwasniewski, you are playing with fire!"

Grella was suddenly angry. A president risking the fate and future of an entire country on a high-stakes gamble was simply acting out of control.

"Counsellor Grella, I know what you are going to say."

Kwasniewski, who was far away in his office in Warsaw, folded his feet on the table, sat down with his back against the chair, and answered him slowly, "Whether it's the fate of Poland or the interests of the people, I am Are you looking for a way out for this country? Do you think Poland has a bright future? Depression, social sentiment is generally dissatisfied, and the war can divert everyone's attention. What's more, we have the United States and Germany behind us. If we win this war, Poland will have new development opportunities. This is a high-risk gamble! , you are right, but this is also a high-return income!”

Gloria held her forehead and looked gloomy. He seemed to be watching a political clown directing and performing a funny comedy. However, thinking of Yanayev's words, he couldn't laugh at all. This is simply a joke on the fate and future of the country. Although there have been a few political idiots in Eastern European countries, there have never been such desperate gamblers. And gamblers are more prodigal and more terrifying than idiots!

"Since Yanayev has promised us to withdraw from the east and will no longer hinder the movement of the Polish army, we can just agree."

Kwasniewski still looked indifferent. His unscrupulousness came from the new agreement signed with NATO a few days ago. They are willing to provide a batch of Leopard 2 tanks or a considerable number of anti-tank missiles to slow down the Bucharest armored forces. heavy artillery fire.

"For the rest, come back slowly, don't be in a hurry. Bucharest won't be able to last until the end. The Polish army, haha, can't deal with a Soviet Union, but it's more than enough to deal with Romania. When Bucharest is captured, I want to see Yanaye What else can I say?”

Obsessed!

Grella hung up the phone angrily. He turned his head to the side and said to the driver, "Drive and go to the Polish Embassy immediately! Hurry up!"

After the car started and left the Kremlin, he still clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently because of the anger just now, and taking a deep breath was not enough to relieve the grief and anger in his heart at this time.

Smashing her fist hard on the leather sofa, Grella yelled, "Idiot! You will pay the price!" (To be continued.)

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