As the dawn shone on Moscow's Red Square, several cars flying Russian military and national flags quickly drove through the square and into the Kremlin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"General Onegin, Mr. Belinsky, Mr. President are already waiting for the two of you in the conference room. Guard Officer Kalinin walked down the steps and saluted the two men.

General Onegin, with a solemn and heavy face, looked back at the Lincoln sedan and waved his hand: "Oh, General Kolyyan is here too." ”

Koliyan glanced at the side of the steps, his face very dismayed. When his old man dies and the big tree falls, who in the military circles can protect him and favor him? Maybe some people will fall into the trap, and his future will be worried.

Last night, when the big incident that shocked Russia occurred, high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the military and political circles rushed to the Kremlin early in the morning at the request of the president to discuss state affairs.

After shaking hands, Coryan followed the group into the emergency conference room.

Mr. President, dressed in a dark black suit, sat on a European-style chair and nodded to the visitors.

"Before the meeting begins, I would like to announce to you the bad news. Seeing the gathering of personnel, the president stood up, waved his fists, met the eyes of the participants with sad and angry eyes, and loudly announced: "Your Excellency Marshal Rutavsky, a highly decorated soldier of Russia, a builder of the country's armed forces, an outstanding commander-in-chief, gave his life for his country last night!

Everyone stood in awe, pursed their lips tightly, took off their hats and bowed their heads, and sent their most sorrowful and pious condolences to the last Russian marshal.

"Sit down!" Half a minute later, the president pressed his hands, and the crowd sat down scattered, still looking at the president with sad eyes.

"Nilchev, explain to everyone what happened in detail. The president named him.

A capable admiral got up and walked to the curtain in front of the conference table, the projector's beam turned on, and the lights in the room dimmed.

Admiral Nilchev pinched up a teaching pole and pointed to the projection screen, which showed a long convoy of motorraders moving forward at breakneck speed under the cover of night.

"This is a picture taken by our military satellite, and the end point in front of this convoy is Highway 341, please keep your eyes open and watch carefully!" General Nilchev is in charge of Russian military intelligence and has extensive experience in military intelligence gathering.

Because it was taken at night, the image was magnified tens of thousands of times, and the picture was not very clear and a little bleak.

A room full of people, including the president, were glued to the picture.

Many people did not know why, they only heard that the marshal was killed, and did not know the details, and their eyes widened at the moment.

About two minutes or so, the convoy suddenly stopped on an unmanned road!

Nilchev took a deep breath, hit the head car with the baton, and said in a deep voice with a slight trembling: "Please pay attention here!"

All the staff members stared at the car, and although they couldn't see the people in the car, it was conceivable that Marshal Rutav was probably sitting in the car.

Due to the angle of the extraterrestrial satellite shot, people can only see the roof of the car and the gray scenery around it.

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