The Kremlin, the Red Square realm has entered the final alert, the armored soldiers who are twice as strong as ordinary people are wearing heavy orange insulated rubber suits, standing in front of the vast Kremlin on guard, the majestic and powerful left arm is wrapped around the electromagnetic coil after circle, emitting terrifying electric sparks, through the integrated sealed helmet, you can see the indifferent expression behind the glass mask. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of the chest, the banner of the tempered symbol shone brightly in the firelight.

No one knows when martial law began in the Kremlin, and when people opened their eyes on Monday, they were full of unusually evil looking electronic robots, like the murderous weapons of hell's minions moving very fast, the huge electronic eyes on the prostrate torso swayed with the body, and the sharp iridium alloy mechanical claws directly penetrated the strongest reinforced concrete as they crawled. When they easily tore the soldiers' chests, no one dared to resist their orders.

A mysterious army took over the city as fast as it could, entertainment venues, banks, companies were shut down, bankers, capitalists were thrown into the still water prison to await the final judgment, and the abandoned factories turned again like rusty gears, producing a steady stream of weapons of war according to the drawings.

The red polar bear, which had been sleeping in the dark for nearly 30 years, opened its eyes for the first time and looked at the Hokuriku that he was no longer familiar with.

No one knows where these artificial intelligence come from, they only know where the claws of the red devil extend, and the army will turn against it, and the commissar who has only appeared on the screen will stand on the street corner, raising the Makarov pistol in his hand.

"The Soviets, starting today, return to the cold tundra of Russia. The financial oligarchs who oppressed the workers, the capitalists who tried to bring you all to their knees, are gone! Our great warriors, take up your weapons, defend your Motherland, and take revenge on the Western world that once oppressed you! ”

"Death does not belong to the working class!"

"We will establish a new order on the corpses of the old era!"

Above the sky, dense airships obscured the clear blue sky, casting a huge red shadow over the city of Moscow.

In 1941 the order of steel was recast.

The Kremlin's tricolor flag slowly fell, replaced by the familiar tempered flag in the memory of the older generation.

On the third floor of the Kremlin's yellow building, the Politburo conference room.

The scene flashed in front of an old man in the uniform of a marshal, squinting and smiling at the ministers of defense and staff sitting in front of him, as well as a group of members of the Politburo. No one had the slightest doubt about the strange old man in front of them, as if he was the great leader who saved the country.

The right leader with a firm line.

Behind him is a prominent bald head, with a wonderful icon imprinted in the middle of his forehead - the core is an inverted acute-angled triangle, on the left of which is a smaller obtuse triangle, and in a variation is a strange hook.

He stood respectfully behind this person, but the mental brain waves were like invisible tentacles, tightly wrapped around the top of those people's heads.

The old man, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.

"My name is Romanov, the head of the 117 Project program, and I'm sorry, but when I stepped out of the secret underground base of Novaya Zemlya, near the Arctic Circle, my allegiance to my homeland was gone."

Everyone felt the pressure from the old man's mouth.

"This is the world far more depraved and corrupt than ever before...... In a crisis-ridden Europe under prosperity, Eastern Europe is mired in revolutionary turmoil and civil war, and incompetent Western European governments are still enjoying nightmares in greed and decay. It was a country of decay, and the mighty empire of Eastern Europe was now an incompetent federation of gangsters, opium, and maidens. The unbreakable alliance became a joke, and our lifeblood fell into the hands of a bunch of shameless villains, wantonly ruined. ”

Would you like to see such an ending?

"They are like a herd of grey animals, and if there is no one behind them to drive them forward with a whip, the kingdom will decay. To become a decaying and declining Confederation, I say this, do you all understand? ”

"The Legion of Vengeance returns to this land today, we will take over the city, hang all the betrayers on the gallows, and execute the capitalists who oppress the people, and we will declare war on this West, on the Western world that once persecuted us!"

The Romanovs lightly pressed the switch on the remote control, and the TV screen in front of them showed their familiar faces.

That was the scourge of the General Secretary of the USSR, Comrade Gorbachev.

Romanov's next words made everyone recite them: "Three hours ago, we executed Gorbachev in his apartment, and the record of his last speech will be broadcast to the world." You think I'm crazy? No, we just lack a war, a war to rise again. You call me a Trotskyist, a dangerous radical. I have the technology to be ahead of my time, and it is more than enough to start a war that will reduce the West to ruins! ”

"This is the signal of war, that the Soviets will build a truly communist state on the ruins of Western Europe!"

Defense Minister Sergei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his hand tremblingly, "But both the West and the United States, both use nuclear weapons, how can we guarantee that we will not be hit by their devastating blows?" As long as the major Russian cities are attacked, our logistics and supplies will soon be cut off. The army will only become a target if it is on the front line. It is simply impossible to defeat Europe on its own. ”

Romanoff pressed the button, and the slide moved on to the next one, a spherical black contraption held in place by three stout 90-degree curved steel pipes, surrounded by a triangular slope forged from concrete, with flashing electric arcs on the sphere, far beyond all recognition.

"What is this?"

Defense Minister Sergei opened his eyes wide.

"This is our gift for the Western world, and soon, in Moscow, Smolensk, Ulyanov, Polytan, Vladivostok, any large city that you can think of that could be the target of a nuclear bomb attack, will build such devices to deal with conflicts. Antimatter equipment is capable of disintegrating any physical attack. The West will be horrified to find that the Soviet Union can withstand nuclear bombs launched from all over the world. ”

The corners of Romanov's mouth drew an arc, and he said slowly, "Its name is called the Iron Curtain. ”