(1st Update)

I am afraid that the most regretful thing for the terrorists who captured Beslan High School is that they did not wear gas masks, because the extremist militants only captured the gymnasium and some corridors and corners, so the members of the special forces of Alpha still very easily spread the colorless and odorless narcotic gas through the ventilation ducts throughout the gymnasium.

The armed men, who were only concerned with the hostages, did not notice the wisps of white smoke coming from the ventilation ducts overhead, and it was only when the hostages sitting on the ground fell unconscious one by one that they realized that something was wrong. Before they could give a warning, the men fell to the cold floor with the hostages.

At this time, the Alpha and Vympel troops began to attack, and they uniformly used Kalashnikov rifles equipped with silencers, lined up in a narrow corridor, and quietly approached the sentry posts of the armed men.

There was a dull sound, and a blood mist appeared on the forehead of the armed man at the front, and when he was about to fall, he was slowly pulled into the grass by the special forces personnel holding his body with his hands. After the other side of the signal flag team slashed out the other side of the team, the two teams attacked from different directions and rushed towards the gymnasium.

There was silence all around, only the rustle of the signal flag and Alpha's black boots as they crossed the grass, and the snipers with Dragonov sniper rifles stared at the wind and grass on the second floor of the gymnasium, and they would not hesitate to shoot as soon as the terrorists poked their guns out of the window.

At this time, most of the militants in the gymnasium had lost consciousness, and several armed men on the second floor were completely unaware of the situation downstairs. Yanayevich is trying to stall for Yevloyev, but he seems to be losing patience.

"You're kidding me. Right? "Yevloyev gradually understood what was going on. He stood up and walked over to his desk. Pulling the phone and throwing it in front of Yanajevich, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at one of the trembling hostages, threatening, "From now until sixty seconds from now, if I don't hear the news of Dudayev's release, I'll kill someone every thirty seconds until you want to release them." ”

Yevloyev looked at his watch and said slowly. "Fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight seconds, fifty-seven seconds, fifty-six seconds......"

Ten members of the team stood in the corner of the wall, with their hands on the shoulders of the previous team member to indicate that they were ready, and after a short countdown of a few seconds, the door was popped open and members of the special forces wearing gas masks burst into the gymnasium. They pointed their guns at the armed men who had fallen to the ground and opened fire at random. All of a sudden, the gymnasium resounded with the crisp sound of bullet casings hitting the ground. There is no such thing as saving bullets with one shot, and almost everyone is using bullets to vent the anger in their hearts.

Whether it's a terrorist or a Black Widow preparing to blow herself up and be martyred. They were all beaten into a bloody sieve by members of the special forces. This is an order from Yanayev not to leave a single living mouth in the treatment of terrorists, and to shoot them wherever they are found, otherwise it will be cruel to the people.

Except for the hostages who died before the special forces attacked, everyone else was safely saved, and the paramedics risked their lives to enter the gymnasium to rescue the innocent hostages who had inhaled an overdose of narcotic gas.

At this time, there was no praise of Qu Zhong's greatness, and there was no great scenery of big people, only the Alpha troops who risked their lives to rescue, Yanayevich who was willing to be hostages, and medical workers who risked their lives to save people.

The reason why the Soviet Union is great is not how huge the war machine he has created and how many waves of steel he has feared all over the world, but that there are countless people who are willing to stand on the most dangerous front line without fear of sacrifice for the sake of the great motherland and people.

The clash was not over, and there were still ten hostages and negotiators trapped on the second floor of the stadium, Alpha and Semaphore in a group, slowly moving up the side of the stairs.

"Eighteen seconds, sixteen seconds......" Yevloyev, apparently losing his patience, raised his hand to the hostage's head, and just as he was about to say the next, the crisp sound of a Kalashnikov rifle came from outside the door.

"Oops, it's the Soviet special forces who are making a strong attack, you guys hurry out and help the others." Yevloyev gave the order to the last two armed men in the room.

The armed men, whose faces were covered in white Arab scarves, nodded, and without looking back, rushed out with Kalashnikov rifles.

Then Yevloyev picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the Black Widow to detonate the bomb vest, and who knows how many times it was shouted and there was a dead silence.

Yevloyev finally realized at this moment that things were out of his control.

At the moment when he turned his head to look out of the door, Yanayevich, who was sitting in a chair, suddenly jumped up, grabbed the hand with which Yevloyev was holding the gun, pushed it up, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at the ceiling. Yanajevic, trained in anti-hijacking, put his index finger on the trigger and pulled it as hard as he could.

There was a dull sound of gunfire in the closed room, and all the hostages were clasped to the ground with their heads in their hands. Yanajevich almost exhausted all his strength before he ran out of bullets in the pistol in the stalemate.

For a moment, the room was filled with the smell of sulfur after the guns were fired.

Yanayevich finally fell to the ground weakly at this moment, his calf was wounded by a stray bullet, dragging a bleeding leg and crawling back, Yevloyev threw away the empty pistol and took out a sharp knife from his waist that flashed with cold light.

"None of the people in this room made it out alive! Die to me! Victory is always on the side of Allah the Great, and the infidels will be punished severely. He grinned as he walked over to Yanajevic, ready to slit his throat with the knife in his hand.

Yanajevich could almost feel the cold blade against his skin, the sharp blade slowly cutting through the fragile skin, and the blood seeped out of the wound at once, but the blade did not stop at a moment's notice, but tried to continue deeper.

"You won't die so cheaply, I'll cut your throat first, and then you slowly drain the last drop of blood." The frenzied Yevloyev shouted "Long live Allah, long live Islam" in his mouth, and slowly cut the blade deep into his throat. This is the most common punishment for extremists to cut off their heads, and is used to intimidate their enemies.

Just when Yanayevich thought he was dead, the locked door was suddenly smashed open by a powerful impact, and the special forces member with a PPK pistol aimed the muzzle at Yevloyev's arm almost half a second after seeing the situation in the room, and then pulled the trigger.

Before anyone had time to come to their senses, Yevloyev had already dropped the knife and fell to the side holding his injured arm, and Yanayevich immediately kicked him away, and the special forces members immediately shot him in both hands and feet.

Four or five men pointed their guns at Yevloyev's head, and the special forces freed the last ten remaining hostages in the room, and by this point, all the rebel personnel headed by Yevloyev were annihilated.

"Do you think that's the end of this?" Yevloyev gasped and said to Yanayevich, who was looking at him, "This is just the beginning, and our jihad will never stop." Moscow, Stalingrad, Leningrad, every city will be ablaze with the wrath of Allah! ”

"Worry about yourself first, Yevloyev." Yanayevich smiled, "Soon you will know what KGB interrogation methods are, and to be honest, you will definitely regret why you did not die in the attack." ”

KGB.

Yevloyev's face turned pale for a moment when he heard the name, and during the years of Gorbachev's rule, the people, who had gradually relaxed government supervision and repression, seemed to have forgotten about this organization that represented death and bloodshed. But he resolutely hid behind the scenes, facing the enemies of the state with a pair of cold eyes and countless torture tools.

Soon Yevloyev will know that, in contrast to the rampant religious, the KGB, which treats the enemies of the people, will let these people know what the fate of the enemies of the Soviets is! (To be continued.) )