USSR 1991

Yandabiev was indeed as shocked as he imagined. Is the so-called Moscow peace agreement just a pretense to play tricks on them?Yan Dabiyev shook his head with a smile and said, "This joke is not funny at all, President Yanayev, do you want to see our two countries fight each other?"

"Who is joking with you?" Yanayev raised his head, and the majestic aura of the supreme leader of the Soviet Union was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, which even made Yandabiev move back a little subconsciously.

Yanayev continued, "First of all, let me correct two points. First, I am not joking with you. The condition for Chechnya to be independent is to defeat the incoming Soviet army. Second, Chechnya is an inseparable part of the Soviet Union. , he is not a country now, so please don't use the country to represent your Chechnya."

"Defeat us, and you can go out independently, and you can also get everything you want, as long as you can step over the huge number of corpses of the Republic Army. By the way, a week ago, our armored forces passed the developed rail transport network to the border in Chechnya, so you don't have much time left."

Yazov and Varennikov accompanied Nayev to perform a good show, not only fooling the short-sighted opposition leaders in Chechnya, but even some high-level officials in Moscow were kept in the dark.

Yang Dabiyev was shocked and angry. Although Dudayev had told him before coming that he had an ominous premonition, he did not expect it to be fulfilled at this moment.He responded with a sneer pretending to be calm, "President Yanayev, in this case, I can assure you that we will kill every Soviet soldier who enters Chechnya, and cut off their heads and hang them on trees."

"Oh, is it?" Yanayev said lightly, "Then I can tell you very responsibly that every time you cut off the head of a Soviet soldier, we will kill the militants who carried out the massacre in Chechnya together with their families." Hang it from a tree or a pole and show it to people."

"And the leaders of your armed groups, as long as they are caught by our army, they will not be sent to prison, but executed on the spot, and then the corpses will be directly filled with lard and burned. Of course, if you dare to retaliate against us, If you execute the prisoners, then the KGB will kidnap your family members like the Taliban, then dismember them into hundreds of pieces and send them back. The KGB agents are very good at these things. You execute one, we will kill ten people, always Kill until you are afraid. I heard that you have a son, Yang Dabiyev, how old is it? Do you want to see your son's body turned into a puzzle and presented to you?"

"And what I said will be passed on as an order in the army. Want to be crueler than us? The Soviet Union is known as the most brutal regime in the world. If this is the case, I don't mind carrying another inhumane massacre charges."

Chechen militants cruel?It's a joke, the Soviet Union will directly kill until the most ferocious gangster trembles, teaching him what is truly terrible.

Every word Yanayev said pierced Yandabyev's heart like a sharp sword. He looked at the calm Yanayev with a pale face, as if looking at a terrible devil In a calm smile.

"For me, Chechnya is not a war at all, nor is it a rebellion, but a merciless attack on terrorists." Yanayev picked up his teacup unhurriedly, and sentenced his opponent to death, " And one more thing, Yandabiev, you will die here and never go back."

Chapter 1 Katyusha and Birch Forest (1)

The report that Yang Dabiyev was shot in Moscow was like a lit fuse that detonated Chechnya, which was full of gunpowder barrels. I will directly shoot the people sent by your rebels to the peace talks, without even going through the normal legal procedures, it is entirely out of Yanayev's personal will.

Not only the Chechen rebels were furious, but even the old opponent President Bush looked sideways at them, and privately commented with some envy that only the leaders of the Soviet Union had such straightforward courage.

The Western world, which is not too big to watch, continues to promote Chechen leaders and liken the death of Jan Dabiyev to the sacrifice of a great liberal fighter.The Soviet side did not allow him to talk about it this time, and immediately launched a public opinion counterattack.

Just one day after the announcement of Yang Dabiyev's death, the Chechen rebels began to attack the few military bases in the territory. Dudayev instigated the Grozny garrison, and Chechen soldiers in several major cities also responded. , coupled with those young people who were bewitched and wanted to fight for Chechnya's independence, quickly formed an armed force of tens of thousands.

In Dudayev's slogan "for the independence of Chechnya", the massive Chechen war began.

The Soviet garrison with almost no preparations faced a group of fanatical religious elements, but no one was afraid, and no one retreated. Everyone silently put bayonets on AKM rifles and waited for the incoming enemy.The order from the highest level in Moscow was passed down layer by layer, and reached the ears of every soldier. Everyone must be stationed in the barracks and wait for the arrival of reinforcements. The Soviet is with you.

Varennikov had previously discussed the offensive route with Yanayev. Yanayev said that the personnel of the Soviet military base in Chechnya could not be evacuated, and they had to stay where they were and wait for the confluence of offensive forces.Those places are all terrains that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once they fall, it will be much more difficult to regain them.

On the second day after the Chechen militants launched their offensive, the Soviet troops who had been waiting at the border for a long time began to march towards Chechnya. They were still the most elite troops in the Republic and were urgently needed by the Soviet troops who had not yet emerged from the shadow of Afghanistan. A beautiful victory to wash away the previous shame.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filled the icy air, and the Soviet soldiers in beige coats seemed to feel the prickling pain of their lungs being frozen with every breath they took.They had just repelled a wave of tentative attacks by Chechen militants. The other side left four or five corpses and then hurriedly evacuated. The white snow was blown away by grenades, exposing the scorched black land, like a conical funnel. Potholes appeared in front of the position.

Comrade Valentin, the old political commissar, led a group of recruits to station on the southwestern defense line of the position. These young men from Uzbekistan and Tajikistan were good soldiers whom Comrade Valentin had taught him a few months ago.The discipline of steel makes them fearless in the face of enemies several times their own.In the enemy's attack just now, except for one soldier whose arm was bruised by fragments, no one was injured.

"Comrade Valentin, the enemy has already begun to retreat. We are holding our positions. Please report the casualties of your team?" A loud voice shouted at Valentin through the communication equipment.

"There were no casualties." The old political commissar replied proudly.

"Okay, continue to be vigilant, those Chechens will not let it go like this, the Soviet is with us." The correspondent said.

"Yes, with us." The old political commissar's reply was a little lost. After being cut off by the enemy, the soldiers in the base were like solitary boats floating in the ocean. Even he didn't know whether the great motherland forget about them.

After finishing the call, Valentin turned around with a strong smile and said to the panting young soldiers, "Good job, boys, I believe that this group of damned Chechens will not dare to attack rashly today. "The old political commissar patted the young soldier on the shoulder with his gun in his hand to show encouragement.

One of the soldiers replaced the empty magazine and reloaded a new one. He turned to old Comrade Valentin, "Commissar, how do you know they won't attack again?"

The political commissar silently looked at the direction in which those people were leaving, reminding him of his teammates in the plateau and valley in Afghanistan, and said slowly, "They are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that these people are stupid. They have roughly figured out our defense line, probably There will be a sneak attack planned tonight, so keep your eyes open tonight and don't fall asleep."

After saying this, the old political commissar lit a cigarette and squatted silently in the foxhole to smoke it, trying to bury his head as low as possible to prevent the red spot on the cigarette butt from being spotted by snipers.In fact, he is not too old, but years of hard environment and war training make him look more like a vicissitudes of life old man.

"Comrade political commissar, why don't you leave?" A recruit asked jokingly, "I heard that the officers of some military bases withdrew early, leaving their soldiers to escape alone. I thought you would run away first."

"Shh, you kids, keep your voice down." The political commissar hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and said to the young soldiers who spoke freely, "You don't understand, as a Communist Party member, don't you In order to get it, but always ready to dedicate and sacrifice for the motherland."

"Cheer up, the reinforcements will arrive tomorrow morning, and then we can have a hearty breakfast of potatoes and beef in the rear." The political commissar told these soldiers a white lie.

Although the political commissar said the painful topic in a relaxed tone, the atmosphere that had been eased from the flames of war instantly became solidified again.Everyone was silent. Although the old political commissar said that the reinforcements would arrive here tomorrow morning, no one knew what would happen in the next fourteen hours.

The political commissar patted these boys on the head, and cursed with a smile, "Don't be so sad, it's all right. Come on, sing a song to ease the tension, and you won't be nervous when you hit Chechnya at night."

"Wait, I have a harmonica to accompany me." The young soldier wearing a steel helmet took out a harmonica from his arms and offered it to everyone to appreciate like a precious treasure. He said proudly, "This is my girlfriend Nata The harmonica given by Sha, I would go back and marry him after I finished my service this year."

"Haha, that's really congratulations, Comrade Ivanov." The old political commissar hooked his neck and said jokingly, "Then you can play "Katyusha" for everyone, and you agree."

"Okay, since the comrades of the political commissar have said so, then I will play a song."

The handsome boy named Ivanov nodded. He carefully wiped the harmonica with his sleeve to avoid being soiled. Then he gently touched the harmonica to his lips and played the well-known song of the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union. "Katyusha".

"Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the sky, the gentle veil is floating on the river; Katyusha stands on the steep bank, singing like the bright spring."

The melody of the harmonica was more melodious than that of the accordion, and the tune played by Ivanov made everyone quiet.It seemed that the surrounding area was still a bloody battlefield just now, but the next moment it turned into a sunny golden field.

"The girl is singing a beautiful song, she is singing about the eagle in the prairie; she is singing about her beloved, and she is hiding a letter from her lover. Ah, the singing of the singing girl, follow the bright sun and fly away."

The soldiers held their guns in their hands, and gently kept pace, as if the bloody incident just now was just a false alarm. They were just sitting in front of the fire in the barracks after a day of training, laughing and chatting with a cup of coffee in their hands. .Valentin took off his helmet silently, and inside it was a photo of him and his wife. It was still summer that year, and she smiled sweetly.

Although his wife died of cancer last year, for Valentin, she was just waiting for him in a far away place.

Just like the girl named Katyusha in the song, waiting for her lover to return from the battlefield.

"The soldiers who go to the distant frontier convey Katyusha's greetings; the young soldiers stationed in the frontier miss the distant girl in their hearts; they fight bravely to defend the motherland, and Katyusha's love will always belong to him."

After Ivanov played the last melody, there was no sound around him.The music soothed the tension, and the soldiers became calm. Ivanov stuffed his harmonica back into his coat, and looked up into the distance with his rifle in his arms.

"Dear Natasha, I'll go home when this is all over."

Ivanov smiled happily, as if his beloved girl was right in front of him.

Chapter 1 Katyusha and Birch Forest (2)

For the old political commissar Valentin, every meeting with Major Mashkov was a torture.The head of the military base is his colleague and a bureaucratic guy.The genius knows how this fat-brained guy climbed to this position.

Tonight Mashkov summoned Valentin's political commissar in his office. As soon as Valentin entered the door, the other party approached him with a smile on his face. weird.Major Mashkov's stomach is so big that even the buttons can hardly outline the fat belly that is about to come out.

"Comrade Commissar, please sit down." Mashkov graciously greeted Valentin to sit down, which made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, it would always be accompanied by bad feelings. things happen.

"Speak, Comrade Mashkov. Do you have anything to tell me?" Valentin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and let him get straight to the point.Anyway, the previous war was also presided over by Valentin, and he never counted on Mashkov, who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Mashkov smiled awkwardly, and said, "That's right, I hope you will be fully responsible for the more than 100 soldiers in the base tonight. I need to go to the rear to see when the reinforcements from the army will arrive. .”

"Are you running away?" Valentin slowly restrained his expression. He looked at Mashkov in front of him as indifferently as he looked at those Chechen militants.

"Where is it, you misunderstood, Comrade Valentin." Mashkov rubbed his nose awkwardly, but in his heart he was furious that the conspiracy was exposed. The position of the major was originally the position he had spent and dredged up. Now He didn't want to die when something went wrong, and he didn't want to be charged with running away, so he simply let Valentin take over the command of the military base.

Anyway, if everyone dies in the end, then he can still say that he is the only survivor, and maybe he will be assigned to another place to continue to serve as an official.If these people did not die in the end and survived, then Mashkov collected enough money to spend his next life hiding in the Western world.

"Comrade Mashkov, let's get straight to the point." Valentin asked, leaning back in his chair with a serious face, "Just tell me, are you planning to run away? Yes or no, I won't embarrass you. If yes, get out as soon as possible, there is no need for a coward like you here!"