The barrels of the T72 were aimed at the White House building, and according to the arrangement of Comrade Yazov, they were going to launch the last deterrent offensive. The plan drawn up by the General Staff www.biquge.info was to carry out shelling. Shoot from the top floor all the way down, but not to the floor where Comrade Pavlov is located.

The bombardment of the White House is just a cover-up, and Alpha's army will secretly break in and carry out a bold rescue operation.

The barrel was slowly raised, and the polished and smooth barrel mouth was aimed at the high-rise glass of the building, and in order to deal with the conservatives who were trapped in the beast fight, Yazov even brought in the "Soviet river of fire in the air" - the Tunguska self-propelled gun, which was reliable to the power of tank fire, and Yazov finally chose the safer 23 mm artillery fire, so that at least the whole building would not collapse tragically.

The black barrel was aimed at the glass of the high-rise, and under Yazov's order, it began to spray tongues of fire frantically, where the Tunguska muzzle passed, the glass windows were instantly shattered, and the continuous explosion left a scorch mark on the surface of the building after the shelling, and the impact of the 23mm gun continued to burst the window, and the broken tempered glass continued to fall, scattering a glass rain under the sunlight. It was a sight to behold, especially as the hot shells kept falling to the ground, emitting a pleasant roar.

Lukyanov in the building didn't feel so good, everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, their eyes closed. The entire White House was trembling, as if it were experiencing an unprecedented earthquake, and their position would collapse the next moment. The sound of explosions, the roar, the constantly shaking floor, Lukyanov clung to the table, afraid that his whole person would be thrown out of the window, everyone stayed away from the window position, the 23-mm shells were not a joke, it only took one shot to penetrate the fragile wall and tear everyone inside to pieces.

After a round of strafing, Tunguska finally died down. After the devastation of the storm, there was no glass left intact on the upper floors of the building, but there were holes left after the shooting, and there were crumbling broken walls.

The sound of artillery fire stopped abruptly, and Lukyanov sat almost paralyzed on the ground, wiping a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, panting with palpitations. The artillery fire just now almost made him think that he was going to die here, and he almost swallowed a few quick-acting heart pills.

After the shelling stopped, people stood up one after another, and they looked out the window nervously, as if they didn't think that they were actually saved, or such a dramatic ending.

"We're safe for the time being...... Hurry up, everyone move down, don't sit here and wait for death. ”

Rudskoi strode forward, grabbed Lukyanov by the tie, and said angrily, "You'd better explain to me, Comrade Lukyanov, why things turned out like this." ”

Lukyanov pushed the other side, took two steps back, and said in a cold voice, "This is a coup d'état, Rudskoi." You should know what the end of the coup will be. The price is deadly, and since you lose, you have to accept the punishment. Besides, we haven't lost yet, what are you anxious about? ”

"My people are not here to send you to death!"

Rudskoi pointed to the demoralized soldiers behind him and said angrily, "It's okay if you want to die, but don't think about letting my people die with you." I'm sorry, Comrade Lukyanov, we won't fight this battle, now we quit, I'm going out and surrendering! ”

"You dare!"

Lukyanov angrily scolded behind his back, "You think you can get out of the White House, and everyone outside is waiting for us to die." When you die, you can keep your mouth shut forever, and no one can tell the truth anymore. ”

Rudskoi pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it directly at Lukyanov's head.

The scene instantly became tense, and the people around looked at the angry general in fear, not knowing what dangerous move he was going to make.

Rudskoi took a deep breath to try to calm his emotions and slowly replied, "I don't want to know what the truth is." Haven't enough people died in Moscow over the years? The Khrushchev clique, the Yeltsin clique, and countless others who opposed Yanayev's politics ended up either in prison or spent the rest of their lives in a Kazan madhouse. I don't want to die in Siberia yet, do you want to freeze to death in which coal mine? ”

Rudskoi's voice was colder than a winter blizzard.

"That's it, Comrade Lukyanov, goodbye, by the way, we won't be meeting anymore."

Rudskoi wanted to go out, but before he could take two steps, a sudden explosion knocked him to the ground, and he got up in disgrace and looked out the window in horror.

After the 23mm artillery fire, the 125mm bombardment followed, of course, which was far more exciting than the Tunguska attack, and Yazov gradually added a thousand pounds of straw to Lukyanov until he was crushed and crushed.

Next came the show time of the armored units of the Taman Division, and more than twenty tanks did not take a salvo, otherwise the entire White House building would be directly moved to one floor after one round.

Each tank's shells were fired at intervals of three seconds, and just as the other side thought it was over, there were explosions and vibrations, keeping them in an atmosphere of fear at all times.

Psychological tactics are more effective than any kind of direct offense.

Everyone was waiting in panic for the Taman division to launch the final bombardment, but Pavlov smiled, "Comrade Lukyanov, don't blame me for not showing a way out. Now General Secretary Yanayev has given you one last chance, it's still too late for you to surrender now, and if it's a little later, the end will only be buried here. ”

A trace of hesitation flashed on Lukyanov's face, Pavlov's words made his originally firm and desperate heart shake a little, coupled with Rudskoi's immediate withdrawal, he felt very embarrassed.

Is it surrender or resist?

Lukyanov did not have an answer.

Just when he was in the most dilemma and couldn't make a decision, suddenly the phone rang. Fortunately, the shelling just now did not interrupt the communication, and he was able to pick up this "life-saving straw" call.

The voice on the other side was unfamiliar, and Lukyanov did not hear it. But as soon as he spoke, he froze himself in place, unable to move.

"Hello, Comrade Lukyanov, I am an officer of the US Embassy, if you want to be rescued, do it according to my method...... Otherwise, there is only a dead end. ”