Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Yes, by the sound. And you know—"

"Since this number is calling this phone...you make a record first."

Sitting back in his seat solemnly, the general picked up the microphone:

"minister."

"Let your people withdraw from the southern defense line of Evenki, and soon a new army will take over the defense work."

"Now?"

"That's right, but don't worry, those who go will communicate with you about the rearrangement of the defenders. There are two ship girls among the expatriates...don't conflict with them."

"I understand."

click -

Putting down the phone, despite being full of doubts, Sergeyevich and Alexander ordered the army to put down their guard against the incoming troops in accordance with the requirements of the GFB.

On the bumpy road in the south, Fetisov's armored troops are slowly advancing.

On the tank at the front, Tashkent and Chapayev stared closely at the direction of the fence and the grid, guarding against all possible blows.

But it turned out not to be necessary—the Kremlin's plans have never disappointed in either their execution or their integrity.

"Miss--"

The federal soldiers stationed at the gate did not immediately raise the baffle, but walked over to salute.

But when he saw the small sickle and hammer flag hanging from the tank, his heart skipped a beat.

"The higher-ups allowed us to pass, comrade, it should be the order of the teacher-you can confirm it."

Chaba smiled brightly.

"Code: Soviet..."

The soldier suppressed his horror, glanced at the tablet in his hand, and compared it with the clearance sign—it was the red flag hanging on the tank.

"...Welcome to the Evenki defense area, Ms. Chapayev."

He hurriedly saluted and stepped aside, fearing that something might happen to him, after all, even if the mother-in-law patted him on the shoulder jokingly, she could pat him into the wall, and she couldn't get it out.

"Don't be so nervous, comrade... I prefer the title comrade to lady—" Chaba continued to comfort the other party with a smile.

"Yes, comrade."

Rather than being dragged to a lesson later, it's better to admit cowardly now.

The head soldier was sweating coldly, while the lead car entered, followed by a long line of majestic eastern armored troops stationed in the defense zone, giving him the illusion that he was witnessing history.

Every car has a Soviet symbol and a red flag.

If the bigwigs in Moscow saw this scene, they would probably be so frightened that Kucha would pull up his chair.

……

"...is that all right?"

After making [-] consecutive phone calls, the current GFB chief Aidlayev was finally able to calmly ask the ship girls and signal flag troops who surrounded him in front of him.

"Very good, Citizen Aidlayev. You have cooperated, and as a reward for your cooperation, you will have the opportunity to continue serving the Supreme Soviet—" Majestic nodded.

The transfer of the GFB Minister of the Northern Union to a room near Arbat Street in the National Defense Building is to facilitate the snipers outside the building to keep an eye on him, and it is also convenient for them to observe the security forces outside the building from the south side and want to get close to this man.

However all the soldiers stationed at the GFB have dropped their defenses - right after Minsk performed a bouldering chest, and the Majesty slapped some hapless ghost trying to arrest her into the decorative Wendai pool .

"I don't understand the point of doing this. A large part of these defense areas are controlled by Khodorkov's private soldiers. Even if our troops are withdrawn, it will be difficult to take over."

"That's not something you need to consider. Now we need to further examine whether you are suitable to be our comrade or a citizen."

"..." Aidlayev closed his eyes slightly. Before he became a minister, he thought that sooner or later, the ship's wife would be unable to bear the constraints of the oligarchs and leave the federation, but he didn't expect this day to come so suddenly and quickly, and they The way of expressing dissatisfaction is so thorough and violent.

The Kremlin, which had just been blown away, was still emitting green smoke. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Federal Defense Building, one could faintly see a bit of gray color—a reminder to Mr. Minister at all times...they are serious!

And the red stars are embroidered on the body armor of the signal flags in front... You don't need to look at it to know, but if you act rashly, first your legs, then your hands, he will eat at least five rifle bullets in non-lethal parts.

These good guys were originally brought out by me and my subordinates...

He closed his eyes again in pain: "So, are you going to judge me? Just because I don't support your war with the Sirens?"

"GFB does not support the war because of many reasons. We will not put the problem on one person, but it is not a day that the two old bastards, Khodorkov and Gusinsky, cannot see the situation clearly. Oh my god, they must be arrested." Wei Yan calmly took out a bottle of vodka—but thinking that she might offend the commander if she smelled of alcohol when she reported to work later, she reluctantly put it back in her ship.

"It's time for the ship girl to take power..."

Hearing Wei Yan insulting the oligarchs by name, Aidlayev sighed: "No matter how good human beings are, it is impossible to compare with you. We have already realized this, but until now..."

"You're wrong, it's so troublesome to govern, we don't want to waste time on it-the highest power belongs to the Soviets, and humans still have to do it themselves."

Minsk stared: "However, as in the past, the waste of social resources and the situation where individuals have too much information must not happen! Otherwise, no matter what crisis we face—external or internal, our country will be extremely fragile..."

"But the Soviet Union has proved with its demise that it can't work!"

"Is there a country that is immortal for thousands of years? The history of mankind seems to go back and forth, but the whole is still moving forward—"

After the minister's sophistry, a very penetrating, slightly younger voice sounded from outside the door.

With a force that cannot be ignored, Kremlin pushed open the door and came in. The signal flags on both sides gave way to his way to the minister's desk and saluted him.

"Well done, comrades, this mission can be recorded in the annals of history." Da Kechao soldiers returned the salute, and quickly pulled out the chair in front of the minister's desk, and pushed it to the dejected Mr. President behind him.

"Thank you, Comrade Kremlin." As if he had received the highest approval, the lieutenant who led the team was very excited.

Behind him, the president of the North Alliance was escorted and pressed to the chair facing the GFB minister in the room.

"Your Excellency President!!" The minister stood up in fright, and the signal flag closest to him suddenly raised his pistol to threaten him—but Da Ke held down his wrist.

"Let them talk." The strong man shook his head.

"...Adlayev, it seems that we have all eaten the bitter fruit of arrogance."

The president was sitting on pins and needles, but he didn't believe that Da Ke would kill him directly, so he could only exchange information with the minister.

"Now at the Kremlin..."

"All have been taken over, including building No. 13, the secret passage and the cathedral."

There is some anger in the eyes of the President of the North Alliance, but more fear:

"They killed Berezov..."

"... His substitute?"

"No, it's him."

"……my Lord……"

Hearing that the old man, one of the oligarchs, was crushed by the people of the new Soviet Union just like a minion, the minister completely lost his ability to imagine and slumped on a chair.

"Are you going to just pop up like this and shoot all the oligarchs? This country will be in chaos soon!!"

The president then turned his head and roared at the Kremlin standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands behind his back, overlooking the streetscape of Moscow—

"The world can function without anyone, including you and me, Mr. Citizen."

Da Ke did not sneer, but stated a fact very calmly.

The more easily he is like this, the more ugly the president's hysteria looks:

"That's right - so even if you become president, it won't change anything!"

"President? No, Mr. Citizen, the power of the President is given to you by the oligarchs, but the power of the Supreme Soviet is given to you by the people."

"In the final analysis, it is nothing more than coercion by force. What is the difference between you and those dictators!!"

"The difference? You'll see right away."

Dake took off his military cap, and took out a cigarette from his pocket, but he didn't light it, because she noticed Wei Yan's eager eyes, as if as long as he lit a cigarette, Wei Yan would follow him.

He sniffed it under his nose, then looked outside at the security personnel who had just been recruited by the Red Army and began to help maintain the security of the political center, showing a confident smile.

"These people below don't even know my name, so where does my personal appeal come from?" Da Ke shook his head and glanced at the president again.

"...What did you say?" The bald old man's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Although there are indeed some advanced elements within you who are moving closer to the Soviet Union, it does not mean that these advanced elements can control your security forces, let alone mobilize these security forces before the rise - they all joined spontaneously after seeing the red flag. ——" Da Ke slowly broke down the president's psychological defense.

"What a joke!!"

"You might as well ask yourself, have you ever imagined that the powerful Soviet will come back to save you when you are unable to handle government affairs?"

Da Ke's gaze can read people's hearts, but he didn't use spiritual powers on the president——

It is no longer necessary.

"...Damn it, Adlayev...we're afraid we're going to stop here..."

The president suddenly became depressed.

In the early days of his acting as a spokesperson, when he kept the chair under his buttocks in order to maintain the balance of multiple parties, he really had this kind of "rebellious" idea many times.

There is a beast named Destruction in everyone's heart, but people with strong self-control can lock it up and prevent others from seeing their irritable side.

"... I hope you can keep your promises, don't let Jian Niang take power, and don't lead this country into the abyss of totalitarianism..."

If a person can use the power of the ship to maintain his own rule, or the ship to rule the human beings, the human beings have no countermeasures. This is their greatest fear all the time, at least, in terms of war methods.

Thinking from the human point of view, Dake can agree with the idea of ​​separating ship mothers and human beings, but thinking from the point of view of the survival of the population - this will be infinitely harmful.

For some reason, he thought of a sentence:

Everything...for existence.

He didn't respond to Mr. Citizen's request, and extended the curtains on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows to both sides, and even pushed back the bulletproof curtains behind - looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he was facing the top of the Kremlin, above which, the Soviet Union and Aurora Erzheng is cutting down the flag of the Northern Union and replacing it with a brand new red flag.

They also knocked off the badge representing the Northern Union on the tower and replaced it with the "ruby glass pentagram" stored in the museum.

Tears overflowed from Soviet Union's eyes, even though there was only a small drop, sliding down the arcuate dome, washing away some dust for the Kremlin.

"Davari, we're back—!"

She raised her arms and shouted towards the dense crowd in the square.

"It's a sight to behold."

With a sore nose, Dake said happily.