The last time the people saw General Secretary Yanayev was at the military parade on Red Square of the October Revolution in 1999. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info, despite being the former General Secretary of the Soviet, chose a position away from his comrades in the Politburo and sat down in a low-key manner, not wanting to be noticed by others.

He just talked and laughed with the people around him about the recent situation, and the improvement seemed to be good, sweeping away the previous gloom and malaise, and even continued to analyze the current situation with Vladimir, and strictly guarded against the goal of the United States to provoke a civil war in Europe again. As for Western Europe, they will continue to take care of themselves, and one day they will reap the consequences.

On November 7, the sky in Moscow was no longer cloudy in winter, but a very rare blue sky, as if to celebrate the anniversary of the victory of the October Revolution. Moscow's neat and clean Red Square is preparing for the arrival of troops, with clear blue skies against the red walls of the Kremlin. The people, who had already gathered, looked forward to the review phalanx as they passed. All the comrades of the Politburo gathered and quietly waited for the start of the parade.

The Soviet veterans who participated in World War II gradually thinned out.

The rest of the people who participated in the parade are now only a cold tombstone.

Those veterans, who had stood on Red Square in November 1941 in rags, waiting for the order to assemble, had seen the ferocious artillery fire of the German Nazis, and the vague backs of the bullets. Follow the torrent of steel into Berlin and witness the victory flag planted on the roof of the Reichstag. Yet as the millennium approaches, many of them lose out to time. War once deprived them of their most precious things, and now time has deprived them of their last life.

This is not the first time that those veterans have participated in a grand military parade, rushing from various cities of the Soviet Union to the solemn Red Square in Moscow, many people remember the cold names engraved on the monument, those comrades-in-arms who have long been separated from their yin and yang. Now they will never see the motherland they have been waiting for.

The former comrades-in-arms and the artillery fire have long dissipated in the long river of time, and the only thing that has been precipitated is the footsteps and shouts that have been moving forward and never stopping.

Yanayev half-squinted, looked at Vladimir, who was standing in the center, and smiled with satisfaction.

He finally supported a vast Red Republic.

The country will then be revived in his hands.

The only regret is that it has not been able to recover Constantinople and restore the pride of Third Rome.

The song of the Unbreakable Alliance resounded in every corner of Moscow's Red Square, and along with the song came the armored forces of Moscow, the original T80 and T72 phalanxes have long since become a thing of the past, replaced by the latest T14 Armata tank. Pulled by a massive steel monster with 1,500 horsepower, the steel tracks cover every piece of land on Red Square, announcing the arrival of the red polar bear to the world.

Yanayev finally smiled, until he had a tight grasp of the military-industrial development before leaving, and finally paid off at this moment, but it was a pity that he could no longer move his pace, to the Crimean Peninsula, to Vladivostok, to Murmansk, to see the naval power that he was proud of.

Look at the terrified figures of the Glorious-class and Kirov-class cruisers as they pass through the Turkish Straits.

See the glorious feats of Varyag and Ulyanovsk as they roamed the Pacific Ocean.

Look at the Tu-160 bombers soaring from the Dnieper to the Far East.

Look at what it was like when the torrent of steel was once again a shadow of Western Europe.

His thoughts were distant, and when the rousing music sounded, Yanayev perked up a little, and the last terrible murderous weapon of the Soviets slowly appeared in the eagerly awaited eyes of the people of the world. The huge body made everyone feel a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere. A steel body of more than thirty meters carries a terrible warhead with a yield of almost two million tons of t-n-t.

Topol, the proudest strategic weapon, no matter how long it has passed, the whole world will tremble in its shadow.

Red Square has turned into a sea of red turbulence.

His eyes gradually became blurred, Yanayev's eyelids were a little heavy, the noise and cheers seemed to be far away from him at this moment, he was a little tired, he hadn't slept well for so many years, he just wanted to take a quiet nap.

It's so tiring.

He fell into a deep sleep and had a dream in which he sat in a birch forest with the leader of another socialist country standing beside him.

Smile kindly.

"Is it just you?"

Yanayev sighed, looked at the slowly falling golden leaves, and said, "Chiausescu, Ladislav Adamaker, Wojciech, those leaders of Eastern Europe, they should all go, right?" ”

The elder with black-rimmed glasses whispered, "They went first, and only the two of us were left alone. ”

"But I did my best, and I hope they don't blame me."

The autumn wind cut through the birch forest, and Yanayev squinted in the warm sunlight, the harsh light that made him a little unable to open his eyes.

"The country is back on track, and if nothing happens, the communist movement will rise again. We failed for more than twenty years, because of the arrogance and ignorance of the Slavs, missed the entire twentieth century. I did my best to correct the mistakes of the whole country, and as for the future, it can only be handed over to those outstanding young people. Hopefully I'm not holding them back......"

"I hope that the motherland will be prosperous."

"I'm so tired and I just want to get a good night's sleep right now. The conspiracy, the situation, has been thought about anymore...... The future is up to you. The red banner will eventually need to be carried by you, and we are already old people who do not conform to the development of the times...... It's time to let go......"

Yanayev's gaze slowly blurred, and the quiet birch forest in this dream seemed to be his final destination.

A man who saved a red empire, finally in the warm sunshine, listening to the sound of the wind passing through the birch forest, slowly closed his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep quietly.

Never woke up again.

"Goodbye, Soviets."

Gennady Ivanovich Yanaev, former General Secretary of the Soviets, died on November 7, 1999 and is buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery.

That night, the statue of Ivan the Terrible, which had been sitting in the Moscow Museum for decades, collapsed without warning.

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