The presidents of the three Baltic countries, who have re-entered the negotiating table, appear to be much more hardened than before, and directly choose to say no to Yanayev's conditions, pointing out that they cannot accept Yanayev's conditions, which is equivalent to turning them into traitors on the pillar of historical shame of the three Baltic states.

Vytautas euphemistically said that the Soviet Union should consult with them and use a more subtle means to prevent the secession of the member states, rather than relying on force to bring them to their knees, so that their own government can give some account to the people. Yanayev smiled as he watched the three leaders dance and dance, and the more the discussion went on, the more he realized something was wrong. The men seemed to be stalling for time, and after three hours of pointless discussion, Yanayev could finally confirm that the group was indeed dragging themselves and waiting for reinforcements.

Just as he was about to end this meaningless discussion, Putin, who had an ugly face, stepped forward and whispered bad news in Yanaev's ear, "NATO is mobilizing troops, and armored clusters and fleets are approaching from eastern Germany, southern Finland and the Baltic border." Although Germany and Lithuania were separated from Poland, the British and French fleets and the Finnish armored forces faced the Estonian territory directly. ”

This plot was completely unexpected by Yanayev, who calculated that NATO should at most issue a statement condemning the incident, but he did not expect that Europe would have the idea of trying to clash head-on with the Soviet Union. Then Yanayev suddenly remembered the top leader of the country across the Bering Strait.

Yanayev nodded at Putin, and when he turned his head to the three national leaders, they all secretly rejoiced, and they all thought that they had finally found the secret weapon that the Soviet Union could fear. Somewhat disappointed, Yanayev did not show the long-awaited look of exasperation, and Arnold even suspected that what Yanayev had just received was not the news of the pressure of NATO troops, but just an inconsequential matter.

After laughing a little, Yanayev shook his head and pointed his index finger at the three people at the negotiating table, "Seriously, I'm really a little impressed by everyone here right now. To allow NATO to mobilize troops in such a big way to put pressure on the Soviet Union in just six hours, according to the character of those capitalists who are unprofitable and cannot afford to be early, you should not use any resources as collateral, right? ”

Vytautas just wanted to interject, but was stopped by Yanayev with a gesture, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't want to hear what you want to say, we Soviets have always been straightforward, and since NATO intends to clash with us head-on, I don't mind turning the three Baltic states into another version of the Cuban Missile Crisis." ”

When they heard about the Cuban Missile Crisis, the faces of everyone present changed. I saw Yanayev stand up unhurriedly and instructed Putin, "The huge red war machine is waiting for my orders, and now I will show you the real steel torrent of the Soviets." ”

The Baltic Sea is now more than unpredictable at the negotiating table. A fleet appeared here silently, like a school of free fish, swaggering through this sea.

The Baltic Sea was calm, and the British and French sailors did not have the slightest will to fight, and they were all stretching out in the sun on deck. It doesn't look like a fleet in combat shape at all. Even the captain knew that this operation was just a demonstration, and no one wanted to fight the madmen of the Evil Empire. Decades of exaggerated Western propaganda imprinted the most evil side of the Soviet Union into the minds of these poor soldiers, turning it into instinctive fear.

A destroyer and a few frigates, the sparse line-up roamed the Baltic Sea aimlessly, like headless flies that couldn't find their targets, buzzing their wings back and forth, trying to find targets that would interest them a little.

Suddenly, a tsunami-like sound of water hit everyone's ears, and both the captain and the sailors felt an earthquake-like roar beyond the horizon. It felt like a huge monster was coming towards them from the depths of the ocean, but the radar screen was blank.

"Hurry up and find out what's going on!" The captain frowned, he anxiously gave the order to order, ordered all the crew to enter a state of emergency alert, and these casual sailors hurried to their respective posts, completing the battle in the shortest possible time. At the same time, their eyes were fixed on the white mist that swept up on the horizon, and the small black dots that gradually grew in size from afar.

When these soldiers finally saw the monster as it was, the captain who was stunned forgot to warn him for a moment. His mind went blank except for the appearance of a steel beast with teeth and claws and strange rumors he had heard in the Caspian region a few years ago.

Legend has it that the Soviets developed a transport vehicle that resembled both a large transport plane and a warship, and that it could occasionally be glimpsed on the surface of the Caspian Sea with its terrifying figure rolling up monstrous waves. At first, Captain Brydon thought it was a lie made up by someone, but he didn't expect that the way he met the Caspian monster for the first time was so straightforward.

As for how this guy managed to appear in the Baltic Sea, thousands of miles away, for no reason, I'm afraid that the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces of the USSR will know the reason.

The huge steel monster didn't seem to have the slightest interest in this small fleet, and after maintaining a safe distance, the Caspian monster whizzed past them, and the sandfly supersonic anti-ship missiles, which were also armed to the teeth, had no interest in this group of people, and its goal was to be in the waters behind the fleet, or did it not bother to fight the British at all? However, the impact of the Caspian Sea monster on the British Navy was not trivial, and it was a resounding slap in the face to the admirals who still laughed at the Soviet Union for not daring to do anything.

When everyone thought that the matter was over and they could breathe a sigh of relief, the real finale began to play out. No sooner had the poor Anglo-French fleet seen off the fearsome steel monster than they met the oncoming Baltic Fleet. The number of destroyers alone was enough to crush the British and French fleet, and the British captain Brydon, who was dwarfed by the blade of fear, poked his back in the back, said to the Baltic Fleet, "This is the British fleet, in order to avoid an unpleasant conflict, please adjust your course to the east, over." ”

The British and French fleets had not invaded Soviet territory, so he could still speak out on the high seas, but Captain Bryden seemed to have forgotten that the Soviets were unreasonable, and that in their conception the demarcation line was only the maximum range that artillery and missiles could reach.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by the captain of the Baltic Fleet, "Hell, who are you?" Where did a bunch of waste come from? Is it the navy of Mongolia? Our Baltic Fleet has always disdained to deal with weak and poor creatures, and the Baltic Fleet has never been in the habit of being polite to others, and if you are not willing to adjust your course, then we will just rush over! ”

The fleet from hell kept its promise, and rushed towards the British and French fleets in a daze, without the slightest intention of changing course.

Knowing that his strength was inferior, Brydon was forced to do nothing by the other party's brutal and fierce reply, so he had to order the ships to adjust their course, not to provoke these madmen, and after adjusting the direction, the British and French fleets and this group of deep-sea Leviathan-like terrible Soviet fleets came to a dangerous distance to pass by. When the eyes of the sailors on the deck of the British and French fleets were attracted by this imposing fleet, the sailors of the opposing side did not even raise their eyelids and directly ignored them, just like these NATO fleets were not worthy of being their opponents at all.

A hundred years ago, the huge imperial naval fleet on which the sun never sets, and the peak navy of the Red Soviet a hundred years later, history always likes to come with some black humor that cannot be laughed or cried. Bryden looked at the vast fleet as if he had seen the shadow of the island of Great Britain at its peak.

However, the Red Soviet Bear, angered by the West, with vodka in his left hand and a sickle and hammer in his right, will punish the whole free world in his own way!