Soviet Union 1991

(The author's new book "The Idle Man of the Southern Jin Dynasty" has achieved very good results, so this 1991 book is expected to be completed in the middle or end of next month at the latest. The recent limelight is not described as tight, but exaggerated. According to the outline, it is coming to an end. The wind is tight I’ll talk first!)

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The first step, the second step, the third step... Each step was taken with trepidation as if walking on thin ice. When he walked out of the door of the Supreme Soviet, there were all soldiers with live ammunition outside, aiming their guns at the exit of the Supreme Soviet. Prime Minister Comrade Pavlov, who was standing next to him, had a pistol pressed against his waist.

Division Dzerzhinsky's Ring of Steel automatically and consciously opened a gap, leaving a glimmer of hope for Lukyanov. Rutskoy leaned closely on Pavlov's last trump card, moving very slowly with every step. He was deeply afraid that a sniper lurking in the dark would unexpectedly shoot him through the head.

The black car had been parked on the side of the road. Rutskoy opened the door and let Lukyanov and Pavlov get in first. He sat in the driver's seat and held the steering wheel tightly. Only then did he exhale, turn his head and say to Lukyanov, "Minister of the Organization Department, we are safe for now."

Before, they were worried that this was an ambush. The military had already arranged the troops in the parking lot. As soon as they appeared, they would die with Pavlov immediately. Now it seems that the phone call was probably true. Someone within the U.S. Embassy did want them to cooperate with the White House and use the resources Lukyanov had as the Minister of Organization to understand the internal trends in the Moscow political situation.

But they guessed one thing wrong. This was not an August 19th coup, but an attempt to use political conflicts to purge internal traitors. The Soviet Union had not yet reached its most difficult moment. It was impossible for the United States to repeat the political turmoil of 1991. .

"There's no time to discuss it now, let's get going."

Lukyanov took a deep breath. This was the most dangerous political game he had ever played in his life. If anything went wrong, he might be killed in the next moment. The car drove out slowly. There were T72 and BMP3 infantry fighting vehicles along the way, one after another. It was frightening to see. A steel wall appeared in front of Lukyanov. Although the dark green gun barrel was not in the correct position, Facing them, they can still feel the pressure brought by the 125mm artillery. They don't even need to load the shells into the barrel. As long as the track moves forward, they can run over the car and directly crush them into a black piece. Scrap iron.

Vladimir had an absolute advantage, but Lukyanov only had Pavlov. He couldn't make any mistakes. As long as a tiny flaw was caught, the only thing waiting for him would be to be killed on the spot.

Pavlov continued to speak, "It's useless, you can't escape at all, Comrade Lukyanov. They have set up an encirclement, and they may let you reach the Russian Embassy alive."

"Of course they will."

Lukyanov said with a smile, "From the moment we went out, our heads were not knocked off by snipers, which shows that Vladimir does not want to put you at risk. But unfortunately, they may never catch us again." ”

"As long as the Moscow embassy is surrounded, you can escape?"

Pavlov laughed at Lukyanov's ignorance, "You just want to live a few more days."

"No, I want to spend my sixty-eighth birthday next year peacefully."

Pavlov sneered and said, "So you betrayed your motherland."

The number of armored vehicles on the streets gradually became sparse, indicating that Lukyanov and his party had escaped from the encirclement, but this did not mean that they were safe. Before they stepped into the "land" of the United States, they were sinners of the Soviet Union.

When the embassy building appeared in the field of view, Rutskoy stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the speed. They left the accompanying vehicles far behind and tried to rush through the embassy door as quickly as possible. It wasn't until they got really close to the U.S. Embassy that they realized they had been fooled.

The door was closed, and heavily armed U.S. soldiers set up sandbags and barricades at the door. When they saw the vehicle approaching them quickly, they omitted to fire warning shots and fired directly at the car.

Rutskoi braked suddenly, drove to the roadside, and stopped on the edge.

Fooled.

At that moment, Rutskoy's heart fell to the bottom.

He had realized that the crisis was approaching, and he had no way to change the current situation. The troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs followed closely, and armored vehicles blocked the area. Now it was the end of the road, and Rutskoi had felt real despair.

"I am Minister Lukyanov, let me meet the ambassador!"

Lukyanov shouted loudly at the armed soldiers in front of the embassy from a distance of more than 100 meters, but received no reply. At this time, the U.S. Embassy showed aloof cruelty and cut off Lukyanov's idea of ​​​​survival.

They didn't even think about letting themselves in.

The scariest thing is to give someone hope and then drag the other person into the abyss.

Rutskoy seemed to understand something, and said in despair and pain, "We lost, Comrade Lukyanov, we really lost."

"It was a very complete loss."

Lukyanov wiped the sweat from his forehead anxiously and said sternly to Rutskoi, "Asshole, we didn't lose. They don't know it's me. Rush over and show your identity!"

Rutskoy raised his head with sad eyes, like a fooled clown, looking coldly at Lukyanov's ridiculous behavior, "This was a conspiracy from the beginning, a huge conspiracy, haven't you understood it yet? "

"The phone call that falsely claimed to be from the U.S. Embassy was completely false. It was Yazov's conspiracy to lure us out of the building. Now there is no hiding, and we are not them at all on the street. Our opponent! Our coup was planned from beginning to end!"

Lukyanov was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Rutskoy threw away his pistol and finally said to Lukyanov, "I surrender. This coup has been lost. We have no possibility of comeback. Take care of yourself. I would rather spend my next life in a secret prison." I don’t want to continue like this.”

Lukyanov looked pale, but he could no longer stop Rutskoy from leaving.

"Goodbye, Comrade Minister."

He opened the car door and raised his hands to indicate that he did not have any weapons. Before finally leaving the black car, he said to Lukyanov, "We will never meet again."