USSR 1991

Berlin has become a place where cancer cells proliferate. Refugees are constantly impacting the bottom line of the German people's patience—while the upper echelon continues to cover up the parasites that take root and sprout on their own land, trying to use the blood of the people to make up for reconciliation. Feed a bunch of damned ridiculous moths.

At the top of the Tower of Paris, no one will notice a man in a Soviet uniform overlooking the city.

Malashenko stared at this country that was beginning to decline. The thousands of tanks and armored vehicles of the Red Empire and the Poplar that swept across Europe did not destroy Western Europe. However, the refugees were like an incurable cancer. The compromise of the French upper class The continuous spread among them, and soon here will be Long Live Francis, Attila's whip did not crush Europe, but his descendants are about to win the world in a parasitic way.

Clashes broke out every day. Refugees trying to seize power used demonstrations and struggles to sow fear in Western Europe. When the riot police could no longer stop the escalation of the conflict, the army began to intervene in the city.

The smoke of gunpowder rose in the urban area of ​​Paris, and the gloomy sky was like a haze that enveloped the chest of every European, making people breathless.The gunshots are everywhere, which is a signal that religion is challenging the regime. It is also after a thousand years that Attila's descendants have sent a signal to occupy the former Christian world.

Let this land return to the dark Middle Ages, and let the shadow of theocracy once again cover the civilization of the continent.

Let the progress of human civilization come to an abrupt stop.

The drastic social change is doomed to the rapid outbreak of conflicts in Europe, and the compromised Vatican Pope can only plead with the God he believes in but gets no response.Politicians linger in the wealth they have built.

The order is rapidly collapsing, and those who live at the bottom cannot see the slightest light.

When the refugees were receiving relief rations, the unattended homeless man froze to death in the cold long night. His hand stretched to the sky was already stiff, and he was holding the cross on his chest tightly before dying.

God, have mercy on your people!

They want to live!

"God has abandoned their poor people. Abandon your faith. Compassion and entreaty will not win you over complacent parasites. Only a cold hammer of steel will smash them all to pieces."

Malashenko (Note) watched all this with a blank face. Berlin and Paris have fallen one after another. The government cannot deal with fusion and conflict. Once a dwarf and a woman saved the country, but who will listen to them now? begging?

Everything is self-inflicted.

The vacuum implosion bomb is still ready for 24 hours. When the old era has become the last moment of darkness before the new dawn, then he chooses to kill him without hesitation.

Anyone who wants to fight back gets a gun.

Whoever wants to fight, let him fight.

All those privileged oligarchs who kept the poor in captivity and tried to form an exploitative and oppressive class like harvesting wheat were all defeated and hanged on the street lamps.Send all those bastards who advocate human rights to the gulag, and let them know what a real iron fist greeting is.

On the cold Eastern European permafrost, there are people who don't want to be slaves everywhere.

The world of communism is in the not-too-distant future.

The artificial communication intelligence sounded here, and the electronic voice without any emotion said, "Commander Malashenko, the Western Army Group has assembled and will launch an attack on Western Europe in 24 hours. Should you withdraw now? Moscow? General Secretary Romanov (note) is still waiting for your report. Both the Supreme Presidium and the Politburo meeting are waiting for the final reply.”

"Wait a minute, I just want to see the old era for the last time."

Malashenko said without emotion, "Then put an end to it."

If a country is terminally ill, and religion is like a virus and cancer that completely erodes a country, then what he has to do is to re-breed a new civilization on the corpse of the old era, and a new dawn will appear in the near future. After more than half a century of blood baptism, the Soviets finally got their chance.

The torrent of steel pushes the chances of Continental.

A chance for revenge on Westworld.

Western Europe is not yet completely down, a corrupt world teetering on the edge of a precipice that needs only a nudge to plunge into the abyss.

"Let the Soviets restart European civilization. When communism returns to the continent, you will truly feel what fear is."

"Death belongs only to the decayed world, never to the working class!"

Thousands of kilometers away in Eastern Europe, the gears of war began to gather and rotate. The moving steel cannons flooded every inch of land in Eastern Europe. Their goals were Kiev, Tallinn, Riga, Vilnius, and Tbilisi , all the traitors who turned their backs on what they once believed in in 1991.

In Stalingrad, on the banks of the Volga River, and in Smolensk, the dusty production line that had been abandoned for many years began to re-operate, and a tank with a double-barreled turret was being assembled continuously.From the assembly line to the front line like mass-produced Russian sausages.

In just one month, they created a miracle.Tens of thousands of nuclear-powered war tanks were put on trains and transported to the front lines of Eastern Europe. Poland, which thought it was safe from being sheltered by NATO troops, would never have imagined that the frail polar bear would make a comeback one day.

The citizens who were driven by the great communist Red Army fighters to work in the factory were surprised to find that hammered red flags were raised everywhere, and robots crawling like spiders vigilantly looked at all the gray animals with their evil red electronic eyes.

Since they are unwilling to accept the reality, they take up the whip and drive the nation forward fiercely.

Cowards, are you ready to fear?

The evil empire is back.

Malashenko: The commander of the Soviet army in the game "World in Conflict: Soviet Attack", and the protagonist of the book "The Rise of the Soviet Union".

Romanov: The former Prime Minister of the Soviet Union in "Red Alert 2", and the protagonist of the book "Iron Curtain Germany".

2: Death does not belong to the working class

The Kremlin, Red Square has entered the final alert. Armored soldiers twice as strong as ordinary people are wearing thick orange insulating rubber suits, standing in front of the vast Kremlin on guard, with a majestic and powerful left arm wrapped around a circle Another circle of electromagnetic coils emits frightening electric sparks, and through the integrated sealed helmet, one can see the indifferent expression behind the glass mask.

In front of the chest, the banner of the tempered logo shines brightly under the firelight.

No one knows when the martial law in the Kremlin began. When people opened their eyes on Monday, there were electronic robots with abnormally evil appearances everywhere, murderous weapons like hell minions moving very fast, crawling torsos The huge electronic eye on the body swayed with the body, and the sharp iridium alloy mechanical claws directly penetrated the strongest reinforced concrete while crawling.After they easily tore apart the soldiers' chests, no one dared to resist their orders.

A mysterious army took over the city as quickly as possible. Entertainment venues, banks, and companies were all closed down. Bankers and capitalists were thrown into the still water prison to wait for the final trial. The abandoned factories were like rusty The gears turned again, and war weapons were continuously produced according to the drawings.

The red polar bear, who had been sleeping in the dark for more than 30 years, opened his eyes for the first time and looked at the Hokuriku that he was no longer familiar with.

No one knows where these artificial intelligences come from. They only know where the red devil's claws extend, and the army will turn against each other. The political commissar who has only appeared on the screen stands on the street corner and raises the Makarov pistol in his hand .

"The Soviets, from today, return to the cold and frozen continent of Russia. Those financial oligarchs who oppressed the workers, those capitalists who tried to bring you all to their knees, are gone! Our great warriors, take up your arms , defend the motherland, and avenge the Western world that once oppressed you!"

"Death does not belong to the working class!"

"We will build a new order on the corpses of the old age!"

Above the sky, densely packed airships covered the blue sky, casting a huge red shadow on the city of Moscow.

In 1941 the order of steel was reforged.

The tricolor flag of the Kremlin slowly fell, replaced by the hammered flag familiar to the memory of the older generation.

The third floor of the yellow building of the Kremlin, the meeting room of the Politburo.

The picture flashed in front of an old man wearing a marshal's uniform. He squinted his eyes and stared at the Minister of Defense and the Chief of Staff sitting in front of him with a smile, as well as members of the Politburo.No one had any doubts about the strange old man in front of him, as if he was the great leader who saved the country.

A true leader with a firm line.

There is also a bald head with prominent features behind him, with a wonderful icon branded in the middle of his forehead - the backbone is an upside-down acute triangle, the left side is a smaller obtuse triangle, and the change is a weird hook.

He stood respectfully behind this person, but his mental brain waves were like invisible tentacles, tightly wrapped around the top of those people's heads.

The old man who was silent for a while finally spoke.

"My name is Romanov, the person in charge of Project 117. Sorry, when I stepped out of the secret underground base on Xindi Island near the Arctic Circle, the motherland I was loyal to is no longer there."

Everyone's heart trembled, feeling the pressure from the old man's mouth.