USSR 1991

Look at the fearful figures of the Glorious and Kirov-class cruisers as they passed through the Turkish Strait.

Look at the glorious feats of Varyag and Ulyanovsk as they ran rampant in the Pacific Ocean.

Look at the flight of the Tu-160 bomber from the Dnieper River to the Far East.

See what it's like when the Iron Torrent is once again the shadow of Western Europe.

His thoughts were pulled away, and when the exciting and magnificent music sounded, Yanayev cheered up a little bit, and the last terrible weapon of the Soviet Union slowly appeared in the eyes of people all over the world who were looking forward to it.The huge body made everyone feel a terrifying and depressing atmosphere.The steel body of more than 30 meters carries a terrifying warhead with an equivalent of nearly 2000 million tons of TNT.

Poplar, the most proud strategic weapon, no matter how long it has passed, the whole world will tremble under its shadow.

Red Square has turned into a sea of ​​red turbulence.

His eyes gradually became blurred, Yanayev's eyelids were a little heavy, the noise and cheers seemed to be far away from him at this moment, he was a little tired, he hadn't had a good sleep for so many years, he just wanted to be quiet take a nap.

It's so tiring.

He fell into a deep sleep and had a dream. He dreamed that he was sitting in a birch forest, with the leader of another socialist country standing beside him.

The smile is kind.

"Is it just you?"

Yanayev sighed, looked at the golden leaves falling slowly, and said, "Ceausescu, Ladislav Adamek, Wojciech, the leaders of Eastern Europe, they should all Are you leaving?"

The elder with black-rimmed glasses whispered, "They took a step ahead, and we are the only ones left to support the overall situation."

"But I did my best, and I hope they don't blame me."

The autumn wind passed through the birch forest, Yanayev squinted his eyes in the warm sunshine, the dazzling light made him unable to keep his eyes open.

"The country is back on track, and if nothing else, the communist movement will rise again. We have failed for more than 20 years because of the arrogance and ignorance of the Slavs and missed the entire twentieth century. I try my best to correct The mistakes of the entire country, as for the future, it can only be handed over to those outstanding young people. I hope I did not hold them back..."

"I hope the motherland will prosper and prosper."

"I'm too tired, and I just want to sleep well now. I can't think about the strategy, the situation... The future, I leave it to you. The red flag will eventually need you to carry it. We are no longer The old man who is in line with the development of the times...it's time to let go..."

Yanayev's eyes gradually blurred. The quiet birch forest in his dream seemed to be his final destination.

The man who saved a red empire, finally in the warm sunshine, listening to the sound of the wind passing through the birch forest, slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on his mouth, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Never woke up again.

"Goodbye, Soviet."

Gennady Ivanovich Yanayev, former General Secretary of the Soviet Union, died on January 7 and was buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery.

That night, the statue of Ivan the Terrible, which had been in the Moscow Museum for decades, collapsed without any warning.

(End of the book)

Not counting follow-up follow-ups: they're back

This winter in Ukraine is colder than ever. The deep snow seems to swallow the whole world. Under the economic depression, Kiev is more deserted than ever.The shops closed early, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.The entire sky was painted in dark tones, and the propaganda pictorials of politicians on the street looked ridiculous at this moment—the lofty and beautiful slogans, which ran counter to the reality, formed the most ridiculous scene. Poroshenko’s pro-Western European policy did not bring Without any real gains, the outlook is even bleaker than ever.

The sound of the horn of war has not gone away. After a brief pause, Luhansk and Donetsk broke out sporadic war conflicts again, and the situation in Ukraine is tilting towards the weight of war again.

The war in Eastern Europe is clouded.

On Liberty Square in Kharkiv, a bald, blond man in a gray windbreaker and an old round-horned hat looked at the incomplete Lenin statue on the square in silence.The armored vehicle leading to the front line passed by him, and the young people sitting on the roof of the armored vehicle were talking and laughing, but no one noticed the silent man on the side of the road.

He lowered the brim of his hat and whispered, "Death does not belong to the working class."

Then he turned and left, he was going to do what he should do.

Hundreds of kilometers away from the Kremlin, a burly middle-aged man, with a few strands of black in his thick white hair, frowned broadly. He passed through the streets he was familiar with before, but he was never seen again. The familiar hammer and sickle red flag.

The country is going downhill in depression.

He put on the marshal's uniform again and walked towards the Kremlin.

Steady footsteps, like a steel chariot, crushing the corpses of capitalists and oligarchs, advancing all the way.

Your iron father, I am back.

In a small beer hall in Berlin, frustrated art candidates climbed onto the table and stared at all the silent passers-by in front of them.

His actions were a bit funny, and the other guests looked at him with a slumped expression. Everyone was worried every day. They were afraid that their country would become a motherland possessed by parasites in the future.

No one dared to make fun of what he said next, and the man with the tuft of beard said, "Today, I stand here! Standing on German land! Standing in Berlin, where our ancestors died with blood and dignity On the watered land! However, I am very disappointed, standing in front of me is a nation, a nation groaning in humiliation and bending its spine! After the end of the Second World War, the pride of our nation is gone! Those victors, even the disgusting and despicable refugees, dare to ride on our necks and do their best. They trample on our dignity at will, the dignity of the most noble nation on the European continent! Tell me, you choose To be a freedom fighter like Benjamin Martin, or a slave?!"

Speeches that were diametrically opposed to the values ​​advocated by the government exploded in the beer hall, and fell into the crowd of spectators like thunder.

Something that I thought had long since dissipated began to stir.

In the darkest depths of their hearts, they uttered a heartfelt cry.

"The future of Germany is the future of the people of Germany, not the future of a group of blood-sucking refugees who are attached to Germany like parasites! They want to establish a real country on our land, and the Germans should only Do one thing!"

"Take the butcher knife and kill them all!"

In France’s Champs Elysees, Fontainebleau, and Arc de Triomphe, wave after wave of protests broke out, and they have been entangled in political correctness for a long time. It is not only No. 10 Downing Street, but also the Elysee Palace. .Refugees are like locusts swarming in, sucking the blood of this country.

The French were finally outraged.

They took to the streets and protested loudly.The Paris Police Department immediately mobilized its police force on alert, and aimed their batons and shields at the demonstrators, ready to suppress this large-scale riot at any time.

The protest demonstration appeared to be orderly.

However, the most unbelievable scene appeared in front of them. A short man led the protesting Parisians forward. All this was like a reappearance of the plot of overthrowing the corrupt republic and the decadent dynasty during the French Revolution. Parisians who love revolution joined this grand event in the resistance.Like killing King Louis, like overthrowing feudal autocracy, like that grand revolution, breaking the shackles of the old era and freely leading the people forward.

Since the government cannot represent their interests, the French people have the right to choose a new national leader!

Surrounded by the crowd, the short man stood in front of the police and said calmly.

"France, your emperor, I'm back."

In an instant, all the policemen put down their weapons and scrambled towards the legendary king.

Long live Your Majesty.

Long live the French Empire.

Not counting extra episodes: red fire spreads all over Europe

1: Return of the Evil Empire

When a civilization develops to the extreme, it will inevitably decline.Just like Paris, which created the most brilliant art and cultural center in European history, the hometown of artists that even Nietzsche praised, is increasingly sinking amidst government corruption and political correctness.France's lack of aggressiveness made this ancient continental European country sink in despair. I don't know what kind of heartbreaking feeling Emperor Napoleon, who created the French Empire, felt after seeing this scene.