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The thugs who stormed Stefan's camp were surprised by the fact that it was just an empty camp, with no soldiers on standby, no armored vehicles and machine gun emplacements, and even the sentries on the guard towers did not know when to quietly evacuate. The entire barracks stood alone in the blizzard.

Faced with the empty barracks, the Wahhabi thugs who had been in high spirits to cover up the storm and snow instantly lost their goal, as if they were going to carry out a massacre against non-Wahhabi personnel here, but they were at a loss with the butcher knives in their hands. According to the previous plan, after the combatants had been eliminated, the women who had betrayed the teachings in the shelter were to be taken back and forced to make a choice: to put on black robes that covered their bodies again, or to be stoned to death according to the punishment of the teachings.

They thought that the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who had burned their scriptures a few months earlier and forced them to change their doctrine had left the border city in the snowstorm and shouted Alahu Akbar in a moment of oblivion, but they did not know the true meaning of the word Camp Stefan.

Grand Duke Stefan, Emperor of Romania who resisted the Ottoman invasion.

Heroes who slaughtered the Ottoman pagans.

Colonel Melchevsky named the barracks after this historical figure to let the soldiers know one thing. The Soviet Union, like Stefan, never had a national question. A step back in terms of the ideological-morphological question of the state. Either you choose the city. Choose to flee or die.

Comrades Pu~Jing and Melchevsky took over the Kalashnikov rifle handed by the soldiers, and just when one of the soldiers was about to explain to Pu~Jing how to use it, the other party gently interrupted him, "Thank you, comrade." When I was as young as you, I stopped the invasion and infiltration of Western spies on the East German front. ”

"But there are no more in the GDR." The soldier straightened his gas mask and corrected it earnestly. "Our doctrine has suffered a crushing defeat in Eastern Europe, and is there anyone else who wants to believe it, except that we are persisting?"

"My comrades, the noble ideals and beliefs will not be annihilated, and one day our flag will still fly over the Berlin Tower, just as it did fifty years ago." Pu~Jing said with a smile. He gathered all the soldiers around him, no more than a hundred, and more than three thousand were scattered in various parts of the city to fight, they were besieged in the blizzard, without support. But in the face of crazy and murderous thugs. But no one chose to retreat.

A young soldier crawled out of his bunker after firing his last bullet. He loaded a bayonet at the front of the gun and kissed the badge he wore on his chest. He turned to his frightened and bewildered companion and said, "If you can go back alive, tell Colonel Melchevsky that I have done my best." Also, if I have time, can I ask you to write a suicide note to my mother? Please tell her that her son is honored to be able to give his life for his country, and tell her that I love her. ”

The young man, who had not even left his name, turned his head and rushed towards the crowd approaching the shelter without hesitation. Where are the old and weak women and children evacuated by the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he will definitely not let the bloody butcher's knives of this group of thugs push those children who are not yet ten years old. Although he is also still a child.

Pu~Jing gathered all the people who could be found, even the people from the logistics department picked up the KS23 shot-shot-gun, they knew that this was the final decisive moment, most of the ordinary residents had been evacuated to shelters, and only the thugs were still roaming the streets, looking for a target.

They put on tight hazmat suits and GP7 gas masks. These anti-chemical weapons that came with Pu~Jing were gifts he carefully prepared for those religious believers. The sealed gas canister is lifted out and released into the center of the crowd the next moment, and they will truly feel the pain of life being worse than death.

"Are all the people ready?" Pu~Jing looked around, because of the lack of manpower, many people were transferred from the logistics department, and many of them even had no experience in actual combat. It was the first time they had faced a horrific rioting crowd.

The blizzard that had been blowing all night had finally stopped, but the dawn had not yet come, and fortunately the power plant had not been overrun by the deranged religious elements, and was operational.

"There is no time for us to prepare and overcome the psychological fear, now the mob is outside, they are ready to rush into the refugee shelter behind them, swing the butcher's knife at the innocent women, we are standing here to stop this, we are the last line of defense, there is no one behind them to protect them."

The hall fell silent, save for the rough breathing of soldiers in gas masks, who looked through the two round-hole lenses at Vladimir and his leader, Colonel Melchevsky. For some reason, they slowly became calm, believing that the two people in front of them would lead them out of danger and predicament.

"Even if we die here, we will die as martyrs, Heroes of the Soviet Union, and not in the name of cowards."

"Don't we go up now, but the people?"

Colonel Melchevsky pulled the bolt of the Kalashnikov rifle, and the rubber gloves of the chemical protection suit made his fingers look thick and heavy, and it was a little difficult to insert the trigger, but he still raised the rifle and shouted, "Today, let their blood stain the city, Ula!" ”

The thugs who had continued deeper into Camp Stefan finally saw the most horrific scene, a crowd of soldiers in hazmat suits and gas masks rushing towards them, many of them with canisters with skull marks on their backs, still rushing forward without understanding what was happening.

As they approached the soldiers, the men opened the spray valve in their hands, and a stream of yellow gas gushed out of the mouth of the spray valve, and the thugs who were running in front had an intimate encounter with the deadly gas. First, I felt a sharp pain in both eyes, and both eyes lost their light. Then blisters and ulcers began to appear on the skin all over their bodies, and they clawed desperately at their throats to breathe air, but every expansion and contraction of the alveoli brought them closer to death.

Finally, the rotten, inhuman, twisted corpse fell in front of the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and with little effort, the chemical weapon, which seemed to combine erosiveness and nervousness, became something even more terrible than the mob.

When it comes to the enemies of the people, Soviet soldiers never have sympathy and pity!

The soldier with chemical weapons stepped over the corpse at his feet and continued in a neat pace, faithfully carrying out orders from above.

Kill them all!

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