(2nd Update)

In accordance with the instructions of the Ministry of Defense, the mobile units of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Georgia and the field units of the Caucasian Military District will be transferred to Tbilisi and the Abkhaz Autonomous Region for martial law in accordance with the instructions of the Ministry of Defense.

The center and the army were ready for war, a steady stream of BMP2 armored infantry fighting vehicles drove to Tbilisi, as well as some fire trucks and ambulances, and unlike three years ago, when only officers were armed with firearms, this time all of them were equipped with firearms, as well as Chouli-3 and K-15 tear gas. According to Moscow's instructions, as soon as the rioting crowd dared to storm the army, they immediately fired back.

This time, Moscow, which could not bear to be tolerant of the member countries, completely tore off its friendly face and showed a hideous appearance.

A steady stream of armored vehicles drove from the barracks of the Caucasus Military District to the city of Tbilisi, and the armed forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were mobilized to help maintain order. The city of Tbilisi was already in disarray, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not have enough manpower to occupy every street entrance, so they had to impose martial law around the city to avoid the expansion of the demonstrations.

As soon as they entered Tbilisi, the armored vehicles on Ustaveri Street were stopped by the marchers, who formed a barricade with large trucks, trolleybuses and looted buses that came from nowhere, and they hid behind them and threw stones, metal and wooden objects at the troops, shouting at the Soviet troops, "Get out, you Soviet lackeys!" ”

Lieutenant Colonel Baranknov, who had fought with these men three years earlier, ordered the army to directly ram the obstacles, and he even angrily rebuked the commander of the first BMP2 infantry tank, "What? Can't hit it? You just smash them with cannonballs and run them over! I have to bear any responsibility, I don't care if they are dead or alive, you must give me to get to the square before two o'clock in the afternoon, I will kill you before I arrive! ”

So the soldiers sitting on the infantry chariot were asked to get out of the chariot, and they jumped off the roof of the chariot and stood on the two sections of the chariot's tracks, hunching over from time to time to avoid the stones thrown at them.

As the thugs hiding behind their cars boasted to each other about how they had beaten Soviet troops with Motorov cocktails during the Tbilisi incident three years earlier, they were completely unaware of the approaching danger. The infantry chariot's 30-mm cannon was aimed at the large truck in the center.

"I stabbed a Soviet paratrooper to death with my own hands." The rioter led by the rioter had just finished drinking half a bottle of vodka, and said drunkly, "These soldiers are all bad seeds, we beat him with sticks more than a dozen times and didn't fight back. Finally, in the confusion, I snatched the ** from his chest and stabbed the beast directly in the chest. I still remember what he looked like before he died. Afterwards, our group of troublemakers were not punished in any way. I will tell these Russians with practical actions that if they dare to spread wild on Georgian territory, this is the end. ”

The people around them looked envious, as if they could become Georgian heroes who stabbed Soviet soldiers later, but forgot that the Soviet army was not afraid of them at that time, but because of discipline.

"Look, these people have stopped, and a couple of trucks have stopped them, phew, that's exactly what you said." One of them spat on the ground, then raised his middle finger at the Soviet soldiers who were jumping out of the car in a hurry.

"It's a bunch of useless rubbish on the other side, may God bless us." The cigarette-smoking thug triumphantly raised the bottle, and before he could finish his sentence, his raised left hand broke in two at the same time as a loud bang rang out. The truck he was leaning against had been shot through a large hole, through which the muzzle of the gun could be seen.

He rolled and wailed on the ground with his bleeding wounds, and the rest of the people tried to stand up and look at what was happening, but they were met with a hail of bullets. The general-purpose machine guns on the two parallel BMP2 infantry vehicles fired at the car at the same time, and the first person to look up was cut off half of his head by the general-purpose machine gun and fell in a pool of blood. The people around him were dumbfounded, and their minds that were carried away by vodka alcohol also sobered up in an instant.

Standing in front of them, is it really the Soviet army that was beaten back three years ago?

"No, they're a bunch of devils!" A thug who narrowly escaped a bullet muttered to himself.

The rest of the people began to panic, and they didn't know who said to run first, and the rioting crowd dropped their sticks and fled quickly, and everyone knew that if they couldn't run fast, they would die. But after all, manpower could not compete with the rate of fire of the bullet, and the car that had not run far was shot into the fuel tank by the bullet, and the car piled up at the corner of the street exploded instantly, a bright flame rose in front of everyone, and a huge wave of air knocked all the people who did not have time to flee to the ground.

A teenager was hit to the ground by the shockwave, and his whole body seemed to fall apart and couldn't get up, he looked back to see if everyone else was okay, but the scene he saw became the most profound imprint, unforgettable.

Those who had not had time to escape from the fire were burning all over their bodies, like moving fireballs, wailing heartbreakingly, and at the same time there was a sizzling sound of burnt flesh on their bodies, but they did not take a few steps before they knelt on the ground, their right hand propped up on the ground, their left hand stretched straight forward, and their eyes looked desperately at the scattered accomplices in front of them, who were devoured and burned alive by the fire, and turned into a pile of pitch-black charcoal.

In front of the boy was an unsurmountable sea of fire, the skin of the truck emitting an unpleasant burnt smell from the flames, and an eerie smell of meat. Just when he thought everything was settled, the charred truck shell in front of him was suddenly smashed away by some equally large object, and the whole truck rolled several times on the wide road like a burning meteorite falling from the sky, and was thrown aside.

The fearless BMP2 infantry chariot passed directly through the sea of fire, ignoring the thugs who were still struggling in the sea of fire, and just passed through the charred corpses as if nothing happened, like the black evil spirits in hell fearing the arrival of the more terrible rulers.

The young man, who had never seen such a terrible scene, clenched his mouth and was too frightened to speak. And the BMP2 tank successfully opened a safe path for the Soviet army behind it. Soviet soldiers in gas masks crossed straight through the blazing flames, and with Kalashnikov rifles in their hands, they didn't care about the eyes of other people, even in the eyes of the rioters they were as terrible as demons crawling out of the burning hell.

Yes, they are back, Soviet troops from hell, they have re-set foot on this land that was once humiliated!

All those who disturb the order of the Soviets will be punished, with their land, with their blood!