(1st Update)

The report of Jandabiev's execution in Moscow is like a lit fuse that detonates a Chechen stuffed with powder kegs, and the Moscow side has shown its determination in the strongest attitude, if you dare to execute the General Secretary of the Soviet of the Chechen Autonomous Region, then I will shoot those sent by your rebels for peace talks, without even going through the normal legal procedures, and completely out of Yanayev's personal will.

Not only were the Chechen rebels furious, but even their old opponent, President Bush, was sideways, and in private they made some envious comments that only the leaders of the Soviet Union had such straightforward courage.

The Western world, which is not too much to watch, continues to promote Chechen leaders and likens Jandabiev's death to the sacrifice of a great liberal warrior. This time, the Soviet side did not let him talk about it, and immediately launched a public opinion counterattack.

Just one day after the news of Jandabiev's death was announced, the Chechen rebels began to attack the few military bases in the country, Dudayev rebelled against the Grozny garrison, and Chechen soldiers in several major cities also responded to the call, plus those young people who were demagogized and wanted to fight for Chechen independence, and soon formed an armed force of tens of thousands of people.

Under Dudayev's slogan "For the independence of Chechnya", the war in Chechnya, with great momentum, began.

The Soviet garrison, barely prepared for the last wave of fanatical religious elements, but no one was afraid, no one retreated, everyone silently loaded their AKM rifles with bayonets, waiting for the incoming enemy. Orders from the highest levels of Moscow were handed down layer by layer, and to the ears of every soldier, everyone must be stationed in the barracks and wait for reinforcements to arrive, and the Soviets are with you.

Valennikov had previously discussed the offensive route with Yanayev, who said that personnel from Soviet military bases in Chechnya could not be evacuated, and that they had to stay where they were and wait for the convergence of the attacking forces. Those places are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will be much more difficult to recapture them once they are lost.

The day after the Chechen militants launched their offensive, the Soviet troops who had been waiting on the border for a long time began to march towards Chechnya, and they were still the most elite troops of the Republic without the blow of disintegration.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filled the icy air, and the Soviet soldiers in beige coats seemed to feel the stinging sensation of freezing in their lungs with every breath. They had just repelled a tentative attack by Chechen militants, who left behind four or five corpses and hurriedly evacuated, the white snow blasted by grenades, revealing charred black earth and pitted in front of the positions like a conical funnel.

The veteran political commissar Comrade Valentin led a group of recruits stationed on the southwestern defense line of the position, and this group of young men from Uzbekistan and Tajikistan was a good soldier taught by Comrade Valentin a few months ago. The discipline of steel made them fearless even in the face of enemies several times their size. Except for one soldier who had grazed his arm from a fragment of the enemy's attack just now, no one else was injured.

"Comrade Valentin, the enemy has begun to retreat, we hold our positions, please report on the casualties of your troops?" A loud voice shouted at Valentin from the communication device.

"There were no casualties." The old commissar replied proudly.

"Okay, stay vigilant, those Chechens will not give up like this, the Soviets are with us." The correspondent said.

"Yes, with us." The old commissar's reply was a little lost, after being cut off from outside communications by the enemy, the soldiers in the base were like lonely boats floating in the ocean, and even he did not know whether the great motherland had forgotten them.

After the call, a strong, smiling Varentin turned back to the young soldiers who were panting and said, "Well done, boys, I'm sure these damned Chechens won't dare to attack during the day today." The old commissar patted the young soldier on the shoulder with a gun as a sign of encouragement.

One of the soldiers, having replaced the magazine without bullets, and then reloaded it with a new one, turned back and asked the old Comrade Valentin, "Commissar, how do you know that they will not attack again?" ”

The political commissar silently looked at the direction in which those people left, reminded him of his teammates in the highlands and valleys of Afghanistan, and said slowly, "They are not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean that these people are stupid." They've roughly figured out our defenses, and it's estimated that they'll be planning a sneak attack tonight, so keep your eyes open tonight and don't fall asleep. ”

After saying this, the old political commissar lit a cigarette and silently squatted in the foxhole to smoke it, burying his head as low as possible to prevent the snipers from discovering the red spots of the cigarette butts. In fact, he is not too old, but the years of harsh environment and war tempering make him look more like an old man with vicissitudes of life.

"Comrade Political Commissar, why don't you leave?" One of the recruits jokingly asked, "I heard that the commanders of some military bases evacuated early, leaving their soldiers and fleeing alone, you are so old, I thought you would flee for your life first." ”

"Shhhh The commissar quickly snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and then said to these young soldiers, who had no taboos, "You don't understand, as a Communist Party member, not to ask for it, but to be ready to dedicate and sacrifice for the motherland at any time. ”

"Cheer up, reinforcements will arrive tomorrow morning, and then we will be able to have a hearty breakfast of potatoes and beef in the rear." The commissar told the soldiers a white lie.

Although the political commissar said the painful topic in a relaxed tone, the atmosphere that had been relieved from the flames of war instantly became solidified. Everyone was silent, and although the old commissar said that reinforcements would arrive here tomorrow morning, no one knew what would happen in the next fourteen hours.

The political commissar patted these young men on the head and scolded with a smile, "Don't cry and lose your face, it's all fine." Come, sing a song to ease the tension, and you won't be nervous when you hit Chechnya next night. ”

"Wait, I've got a harmonica to play with." The young soldier with the steel helmet took out a harmonica from his bosom for everyone to admire like a treasure, and he said proudly, "This is a harmonica from my girlfriend Natasha, and I will go back to marry him after serving this year." ”

"Haha, congratulations, Comrade Ivanov." The old commissar hooked his neck and jokingly said, "Then you can give everyone a song "Katyusha", you say yes." ”

"Okay, since the comrades of the political commissar have said so, then I'll have a song."

The handsome boy known as Ivanov nodded, he carefully wiped the harmonica with his sleeve to avoid being soiled, and then gently touched the harmonica to his lips and played the well-known Soviet Great Patriotic War song "Katyusha".

"Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river floats with a soft light veil; Katyusha stood on the steep shore, singing like a bright spring light. ”

The harmonica was more melodious than the accordion, and Ivanov's tune silenced everyone. It was as if the surrounding area was still a bloody battlefield just now, and the next moment it turned into a sunny golden field.

"The girl is singing a beautiful song, she is singing the eagle of the steppe; She is singing about her beloved, and she still has her lover's letters. Oh, the singing girl's song, fly away with the bright sun. ”

The soldiers held their guns in their hands and gently closed the beat, as if the bloodshed was nothing more than a nightmare of false alarm, and they were just sitting in front of the fire in the barracks after a day of training, holding a cup of coffee and laughing and chatting. Valentin silently took off his steel helmet, which was interspersed with a photo of him with his wife, who was smiling sweetly that it was still summer.

Although his wife died of cancer last year, for Valentin, she was just waiting for him from a long distance.

It's like the girl named Katyusha in the song, waiting for her lover to return from the battlefield.

"The warriors who went to the distant frontiers conveyed the greetings of the Katyusha; The young warriors stationed on the frontier miss the distant girl in their hearts; Bravely fought to defend the Motherland, Katyusha love will always belong to him. ”

Ivanov finished playing the last melody, and there was no sound around him. The music calmed the tension, the soldier calmed down, and Ivanov tucked the harmonica back into his coat and looked up into the distance with his rifle.

"Dear Natasha, when this is all over, I'll go home."

Ivanov smiled happily, as if his beloved girl was right in front of him.