(1st Update)

After a fierce and brief battle during the day, the Soviet troops drove almost all the rallying people, capturing more than 70 armed thugs and killing more than 20. The soldiers of the 4th Motorized Rifle Regiment also accidentally discovered an arsenal in an abandoned warehouse, which actually contained more than a dozen rifles full of bullets, and even an RPG rocket cartridge. The members of the infantry regiment immediately fed back the news to their superiors.

Lieutenant Colonel Barranknov quickly fed back the news to General Rogionov, and the top brass immediately imposed martial law and curfew at the highest level, and Soviet troops and armored vehicles patrolled all major neighborhoods to maintain order. Just when everyone thought that the smoke of gunfire had gradually subsided and Georgia had settled down again, more intense fighting was brewing and fermenting, becoming a real nightmare in Tbilisi.

It all started with the loud explosion in the Chavchavadze neighborhood, which almost alarmed half of Tbilisi's sleeping residents, who got up and looked out of the window through the curtains, fearing that something worse would happen. The light of a flame stands out in the dark Georgian night.

Tonight the whole of Tbilisi became panicked, enough blood had been shed during the day, and the guys who had been boiling with blood to get Georgia out of the hands of the Soviet Union gradually calmed down, yes, after paying a terrible price, they began to feel frightened, and for the first time found that street politics was so terrible, and the promises of the leaders of the movement and the fantasies they had once dreamed of, after being crushed by the violent machine of the Soviets during the day, became blurred.

Is this really the life they want?

After the Georgian rally dispersed, the mob began a new round of sneak attacks under the cover of night. First of all, an armored vehicle in charge of martial law at the intersection of the Khavchavadze neighborhood was attacked by rockets, which caused six casualties among Soviet soldiers.

At the same time, other places were harassed by mobs, a residential building was set ablaze by a group of masked thugs, the light of the burning fire lit up the entire neighborhood, and the owner of the house, a Soviet veteran who had received medals and awards in the Great Patriotic War, rushed into the room, because without warning, the Soviet veterans were no match for the able-bodied thugs.

After knocking the unarmed old man unconscious with an iron rod, he poured gasoline on him and burned down the entire house. They also erected a wooden sign outside with the phrase "This is what happened to all Georgians who served the Soviet army." Finally, there is a striking swastika sign. In this bloody and brutal way, ultranationalists warned the inhabitants of Georgia whose faith had been shaken not to try to stop resisting.

The ultra-nationalists have completely pulled down their hypocrisy and turned into a naked threat to the Georgian residents.

By the time the fire truck arrived, the flames had engulfed the building, and the wooden house had completely collapsed into scorching ruins. There was also a gray-haired woman sitting in front of the flames, crying out with all her might, and the thugs grabbed her by the hair, making her watch them burn her husband, and finally threatening the kind Georgian aunt to make her a medium for Tbilisi to spread fear.

If they had found out that there were people who had volunteered to help the Soviet army identify Georgian independents, they would have ended up like this.

If the whole city was soaked in the terrible shadow of the extremists, only one group would have rejoiced in the situation and even celebrated each other with champagne. They are the initiators of this upheaval, the so-called President Zvyad of Georgia and his interest groups.

It had been more than 24 hours since the Soviet troops had been stationed in Tbilisi, and during these 24 hours he had not even come forward to explain anything, and had been secretly plotting those shady actions. The daytime demonstrations were defined as spontaneous acts of the masses, so much so that when Moscow sent people to ask him to come forward and advise him, Zvyad only claimed that he was sick and did not want to travel.

Zviad's actions repeatedly challenged the Soviet Union's bottom line, and Moscow's top brass did not want to see Zvyadeh tear his face into arms, but the other side saw this forbearance as compromise and cowardice. continues to challenge the authorities' tolerance with impunity.

Costava and Chanturia were the main planners of the riots, and they were also allies of Zviad, or more precisely, allies of interests. How to reap greater political benefits.

The political level of Kostava and Chanturia was obviously inferior to that of the scheming Zviad, and they would never have thought of this plan proposed by Zviad, who was responsible for the specific implementation of the great riots, but the initiators quietly erased the part in which he participated.

Zviad had his trademark fake smile on his face, but he looked coldly at the two fools in front of him. They thought they were just executioners, and even if they were to lose everything, they would be punished much less than the mastermind Zviad. However, Zvyad is much deeper than the two city governments, as long as there is no trace left behind the scenes, the Moscow top brass can finally get these two scapegoats. No matter how you look at it, Zviad is the ultimate winner.

"Tonight is a night of panic for the Soviet troops, and at the same time a night of freedom for Georgia." Chanturia's excitement and excitement were palpable, and he raised his glass to Zviad and Kostava in celebration, "We will make the invincible Soviet troops really feel it with night and gunpowder, and let us toast to the great victory of Georgia!" ”

"Cheers!" The other two raised their glasses in the same way, only Zviad took a sip and then put it down, sighing as if he was preoccupied.

"What's wrong, Zviad." Chanturia was a little drunk, and he patted the Georgian president on the shoulder, although Zvyad was nominally the supreme leader, but in front of the three veterans of the independence movement, they were high and low.

"I'm worried." Zviad deliberately looked worried, "Isn't it too early for tonight to fight yet, and we're sitting here drinking and talking?" ”

"Oh? So what do you mean? Costava asked quietly, staring at Zviad's face and slowly narrowing his eyes as if to read something from his face.

"My suggestion is that I continue to mediate with Moscow in order to fight for the greater interests of Georgia's independence. And you continue to be responsible for the fight against the Soviet troops, leading the Georgian people to victory. Zviad deliberately set a trap for the two to jump out of the fire pit, "to achieve the maximum benefit with the least sacrifice." ”

After these twenty-four hours of operation of the Soviet Union, he has seen through the thinking of the top brass in Moscow, the army, oh no, it should be said that the supreme leader will never let Georgia become independent, no matter what the cost, even jade is burned.

Zviad did not want a real revolution, he just wanted to make enough political capital, and the risk of continuing the armed insurrection was far greater than peace negotiations. What Zvyad has to do is to take advantage of their turmoil, negotiate with Moscow in a third-party way, and finally put all the results into his pocket and then unload the donkey.

"But Zvyad, there's one thing I want to emphasize, why don't we come to peace talks? The three of us are advancing and retreating together. Kostava said another tentative word, he had long been unhappy with Zviad's finger-pointing attitude, and he seemed to vaguely guess Zviad's true thoughts.

Zviad was a little speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Kostava continued to press on, "Or do you have other plans, Zviad, and are you ready to reach some shady agreement with Moscow?" ”

Chanturia on the side was still a little confused, and looked at the confrontation between Costava and Zviad for some reason, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What are you arguing about?" ”

"Nothing, we're going to talk about the final ownership of leadership after we're done."

Zviad's tone grew cold, and the corners of his mouth stared at Costava with a strange arc.