The news of the restoration of the Soviet Union began to spread rapidly in Europe, and no one could believe that the former communist republic had actually recovered from the tombstones of time and history, spreading its fangs throughout Europe, through the uninhabited wasteland of Siberia, the steel giants began to revive in the Far East, and barbed wire, concrete and machine-gun fortresses reappeared on the border. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sky turned red, like blood spreading rapidly, and the evil empire returned to the North Continent, and all the rebels were at the head of the rebels.

Not only Eastern Europe, but all the countries are verifying this shocking news, they can't believe that the Soviets will come back from the dead in that cold frozen soil, let alone that they have brought a terrible army, and then Moscow has become a black hole of intelligence, whether it is MI6, the CIA, the Mossad or the French intelligence service, they cannot find out the specific information - it is said that once they set foot in Moscow, no matter how perfect the disguise is, they will be directly arrested and shot by the gendarmerie, no exception.

At the top of the Russian television station, a red beacon is constantly turning, and the radiation diffused by the radar is vigilantly distinguishing between intruders who are taking advantage of the void. The heads of the Cross and Langley even discussed a joint drone survey of the outskirts of Moscow, but to no avail.

What they saw was a city filled with metal and gunpowder, and many more secrets buried beneath the land, unknown to anyone.

The whole country was processing and adding points of war preparation materials, from small 7.62mm bullets and Kalashnikov rifles to large MiG fighters and Tu-95 bombers, and the whole country seemed to be in some kind of madness. To burst out a powerful and terrifying army in the shortest possible time.

Wartime control, an ominous haze welled up in everyone's hearts.

The leaders of the corrupt political parties in Eastern Europe have yet to figure out what terrible activities their neighbors are doing.

They want to build a new empire on the sunken continent.

When the red flag of the hammer and sickle was raised over the Kremlin again, Belarusian President Alexander Lukashenko was the first to send nuclear power to the Kremlin to celebrate the birth of the Soviet. It was also proposed that Belarus be re-annexed to Russian territory. Lukashenko, who witnessed and experienced the turmoil in Eastern Europe in the nineties of the last century, realized that the stability of Eastern Europe could not be guaranteed without a strong regime, and he chose the former over the democratic turmoil of the Soviet Union.

When he stepped into the Kremlin, he finally realized what a terrible role the leader of the Soviet Union was.

The splendid palace is now a fortress of barbed wire, machine guns, and an electromagnetic weapon, and Red Square is densely packed with double-barreled artillery tanks, and the steel protects the fort with heavily guarded fortresses. Everywhere there were soldiers with police dogs talking in whispers, and they raised their hands in salute when they saw Lukashenko's welcoming convoy heading in the direction of the Kremlin.

"Welcome to the Kremlin."

Those who listened were creepy.

Walking through the corridor full of soldiers, Lukashenko walked alone into a small and elaborate conference room, and under the bright crystal lamp, he finally met the man who overthrew the Tricolor regime and re-established the great one...... Careerist.

The bald head standing behind him looked more eye-catching than his unattractive middle-aged man.

Lukashenko stabilized his mind, he came here today to negotiate with the Soviets. After all, Belarus was the first country to receive that fax.

"Weird, isn't it?"

"Comrade Lukashenko, you must have doubts about our identity - where did such a powerful force come from, and why were they able to take over the whole of Moscow in just a few days, without even going through a civil war, and after a few weeks transform the continent into a coercive socialist state?" ”

Lukashenko shook his head a little stiffly.

Romanov ignored the other party's surprise and continued to say to himself, "I'm sorry, I can't answer this question for the time being, but sitting here today, we are going to discuss the second topic." ”

The conference room became unusually quiet.

"Our people don't need freedom, they just need the government to provide them with housing, food, medical care, shelter, and only the capitalists who want to control the country will make themselves a bloody tyrant in the name of freedom and democracy, right?"

For a moment, Lukashenko was at a loss.

Romanov pointed out the window at Red Square, a vast expanse of tanks and armored vehicles, and the occasional terrifying robot wielding iridium claws and weaving around.

Even at the height of the twenties, the Soviet army did not show such pomp.

"What do you think of when you see this scene?"

"Sea of steel."

"Wrong." Romanov corrected the other party in a serious tone, "It is the sea of steel of the Soviets, and we are about to overthrow the shackles of the old system and establish a real communist state." This is the final challenge to the shameless capitalist system! ”

Lukashenko's tone was short, and his mind slowly went blank, as if an invisible spiritual force was destroying his will until he obeyed the supreme will of the red.

"General Secretary Romanov, what do you want me to do?"

Like a faithful believer, Lukashenko reverently bowed his head, stared at the oak tabletop, and did not dare to speak for a long time. The bald head, who never spoke, stood behind him, squinting his eyes at the other party, as if to penetrate all the wavering and uneasiness in his heart.

"You don't need to do anything yet."

Romanov replied succinctly, "When the red camp across the continent is established, I want you to take the position of General Secretary of the Soviets." ”

"Huh?"

Lukashenko, who was on his back, raised his head and couldn't believe what the man in front of him said, if he was not a deranged madman, then he must be a crazy careerist.

Romanov clapped his hands, and a middle-aged man with a serious face walked into the office, looking at Romanov calmly with a pair of eyes full of ambition.

"One more thing, in exchange for this, I hope that this person will be the Minister of Defense of Belarus and control the armed forces of the country!"

Lukashenko returned to Minsk silently, dismissed the Belarusian defense minister that night, and appointed a middle-aged man from the Soviet Union as the new minister, despite pressure from a number of political leaders.

The whole country was shocked.

The defense minister, who was born in Ivanovo, Russia, and graduated from the Frunze Academy, will be the key to a new world.

His name is Vladimir Makarov.