PS: I asked if I had a share in the spring salon, and it seems that my desire to travel to Japan with 2 gods has been disappointedTOT

(3rd Update)

"My father, I heard that Dudayev is starting to get a little dissatisfied with you? Still arguing in the office? "Ahmed? Kadyrov's son Ramzan? As soon as Kadyrov, the little Kadyrov, entered the door, he saw his father's dull face. He walked over to his father, sat down and asked with concern.

Although Kadyrov Jr. was only 16 years old, the fierce and aggressive character of the Caucasian was already evident during this period, not only organizing an armed force on his own, but also often participating in the guerrilla attacks behind the Chechen War of Independence, which made the Soviet army look gray. Kadyrov not only did not care about him, but also encouraged his son to continue to grow and develop, for him, a tough heir is always much stronger than a weak heir, and if the son is not tough, how can he suppress a group of arrogant seniors in the army. Don't go back to the West by the time you return to the West in a hundred years, and the armed forces led by Kadyrov will immediately fall apart.

"yes." Kadyrov sighed, holding his chin and explaining to his son, "Dudayev continues to absorb foreign Wahhabi forces in an attempt to form a strong armed force, which is not necessarily a good thing for Chechnya, son." ”

"Not a good thing for us Sufis to be exact, isn't it, father." Although Kadyrov Jr. is young, it does not mean that he is ignorant, for the intrigue between his father and the major factions, Kadyrov Jr. has been exposed to it since he was a child, and his far-reaching training in politics is more far-reaching than Kadyrov.

"Hehe, my child, you have grown up, and you can finally see Ni Duan." Kadyrov touched his son's hair with relief. He continued, "Now I'm going to try to stop the Wahhabi fighters from continuing to take in, hmph, don't think I don't know what the royal family in the Middle East is thinking, this is Chechnya, not the Arabian Peninsula. ”

"But my father. If you do that, you're pushing yourself to the tip of a knife. Kadyrov Jr. sighed, and he analyzed, "You will only cause discontent among the Wahhabi sect, these crazy guys can do anything." Maybe after you quarreled with Dudayev, he began to prepare for your assassination. ”

"Assassination? My son, you think too much. Once I, as the spiritual leader, die, do you know how much turmoil it will cause in Chechnya? Kadyrov laughed, thinking to himself that his son was still a little immature in politics, and that he should learn more from his side and see how he could mediate between enemies and allies.

"Nope. You won't die, father. They will put you under house arrest and then use the Sufi army to fight the Soviets, and when the Sufis are almost dead, they will be able to grow inside Chechnya. In this way, will you still say that Dudayev has no effect on your house arrest? Kadyrov Jr. asked rhetorically.

This time Kadyrov couldn't laugh, he closed his eyes and thought slowly, what his son said didn't make sense. As long as the leaders to whom they are loyal are controlled, the secularized forces will be led by the nose. Taking 10,000 steps back and saying that he really chose to sacrifice generously, only his sixteen-year-old son may not be able to suppress those old fritters in the army, and his troops fell apart and were broken one by one, isn't it the same ending?

Calculated within a game, a game within a game, Kadyrov only now realizes that he is taking it for granted. Imprisoning themselves can gain a united front, so why don't they choose to take risks?

The tea in his palm gradually cooled, and Kadyrov put him aside, and asked his son this serious question with a serious expression, "Then my child." What should you do if you were me? ”

Kadyrov Jr. replied without hesitation, "Resign from the post of Chief of the General Staff, and get out of here, the sooner the better, maybe they have already begun to prepare for the attack." We can withdraw our troops from the territories where we are stationed, and then issue a declaration of neutrality, and as for whether we support Chechen independence or not, we will try to suppress it as much as possible, and then we can sit back and watch the tiger fight. ”

"As soon as the people of the extremist forces are almost dead, we will negotiate with the Soviet army. They need a proxy to stabilize the situation, and if I'm not mistaken, Moscow has long wanted to stop because of the economic downturn, so that we can get a great initiative at the negotiating table, and it will be a win-win situation for our faction, and for the future of Chechnya, the Soviet government, of course, in the end it is only those extreme doctrines that will suffer. ”

"What if, in the end, Chechnya won, and the Soviet army lost?" Kadyrov asked.

Kadyrov Jr. smiled coldly, "From the 2,800 people who were exterminated in Dagestan, it can be seen that Chechnya has no chance of winning in front of the Soviet Union, if those rabble really win independence, then we will take refuge in Moscow and tell the Soviet government that as long as you help me, we can establish a pro-Soviet regime and split Chechnya." Chechnya wants independence, but it is not said that it will become one, or two Chechnya. With such benefits, do you believe that the Soviet government will not help us? Moscow's leaders wish they could see a Chechen who has been suffering all day, and they will laugh out loud in their dreams. ”

Little Kadyrov counted Dudayev's every step they took, so that Kadyrov had an impression of his son for the first time, he habitually patted his son's head, and said with a smile, "My child, in the future, you will definitely become a better tyrant than your father." ”

Kadyrov doesn't know if he will ever see his son take over the business, but Kadyrov Jr. will be given the title of Caucasian strongman in the future that all extremists fear.

"I'm going down and telling the guards to be vigilant, by the way, father, if you give permission, I want to make a bureau." Kadyrov Jr. said, "A bureau where extremist-sectarian people have nothing to say. ”

"What bureau?" Kadyrov asked with some vigilance, he was a little worried that his son's immaturity would ruin a big deal.

Kadyrov Jr. squeezed his father's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, my father. Didn't I predict that Dudayev would launch a sneak attack and put you under house arrest? Then let's let the militants come and attack us, and then we'll catch them all. If this really happened, how should Dudayev explain it to the Chechen people? The president wants to assassinate the spiritual leader? At that time, the backlash of our faction will be even more intense. If he didn't come to assassinate, we played a game. ”

"You guy." Kadyrov said helplessly, "How do you know when they will come back and attack me, could it be that I am going to live in ambush every day?" ”

"This kind of thing should be short, not long." Kadyrov Jr. stretched, "It will be tonight at the earliest, and no more than ten days at the latest." Surprise is the only way to achieve results. ”

"I ask you, what would you do to these assassins if they really sent someone to attack me?" This time, Kadyrov wanted to test his son's determination.

"Chief of Guard." Little Kadyrov shouted to the door, and the chief of the guard, who had followed his father for many years, walked in, and asked respectfully, "Sir, what can I do?" ”

"Tell me to go down and strengthen the vigilance at my father's mansion these days, for there is likely to be a surprise attack. You gathered the security forces and secretly moved my father to a safe place. ”

Kadyrov Jr. paused abruptly when he said this, "If someone really attacks, kill all but a few mouths and tongues, and cut off the head and send it to Dudayev." After suffering this loss, presumably Dudayev has no excuse to attack you again. It's a good deal, father. ”

"Also, I want everyone to know that Sufis are moderate, but that doesn't mean we don't dare to kill."

"Chief of Guard, did you understand what I said?" Kadyrov Jr. tilted his head and asked calmly, in his eyes eating and killing were as ordinary as physiology-needs.

"Understood!" The chief of guard replied.

Kadyrov looked at his son with admiration for the first time, he was only sixteen years old, and his tough, intelligent, and political acumen had far surpassed his aging body and head, and what would happen to the country if he really became the leader of Chechnya?

Kadyrov began to look forward to what interesting things would turn out next.

On this day, the long-enduring Caucasian wolf finally showed its hideous fangs. (To be continued.) )