Although since the establishment of the National Emergency Committee was announced on the 19th, the committee has been committed to the control of information.

The troops that Yazov ordered into Moscow to take control of the Soviet state television and radio stations, and the committee forced the publication of all social newspapers to be stopped, and only the nine newspapers that were under control could be distributed.

However, the entire press of the Soviet Union has long since completely lost its reverence for the CPSU. Not only the nine newspapers appointed, but even all the workers in the media industry, none of them carried out the orders of the committee.

When Yeltsin confirmed that he was safe for the time being, he immediately began to burn a raging fire of "making trouble" in his heart.

He summoned the journalists of most of the Moscow newspapers and informed them about the Letter to the Russian People. In this battle letter, Yeltsin publicly declared the eight-member committee, the State Emergency Committee, illegal, and completely shattered the wishful thinking of Kryuchkov and Yazov to convince him.

In addition to this, Yeltsin called for a general strike of workers throughout Russia and encouraged people to take to the streets to show their strength.

Moscow's vast and efficient propaganda machine was in motion, and the founders of the CPSU who created it could never have imagined that one day it would be used to put an end to the Soviet Union once and for all.

Yeltsin held a press conference at 11 o'clock on the 19th, and just after noon, his "Letter to the Russian People" had already covered almost every street and alley in Moscow in the form of leaflets, tabloids, and even manuscripts and word of mouth.

The dream of the National Emergency Committee, which thinks it can control the situation, has only been done for half a day, and it has been ruthlessly punctured by the facts.

At this moment, Yeltsin is more like the former CPSU, and the seemingly powerful State Emergency Committee is just like a tsar who is powerful from outside. The biggest difference between them is that Yeltsin dared to mobilize the masses from the very beginning.

Yeltsin's outstanding performance in the August 19 incident was not so much his own ability as a farce in which "there were no heroes at the time, and the erector became famous."

But when the coup d'état gets the army on the streets, it is impossible to control the situation, and basically knows that this is just a castle on the beach.

It is important to master the gun, but the structure of modern society is like a set of chess. The army is at the top, but once the people at the bottom, who seem to have the least influence, are mobilized, the little mouse can eat the elephant.

At this time, the coup d'état was initiated, either bribing the army with tangible benefits and taking the line of "reactionary warlords". Either you have to give the army an ideal, so that the gun has a reason to convince itself.

However, the National Emergency Committee does not have either of these points. It is they themselves, if not the power in their hands has been forced into a corner, in fact, they are also the supporters of the reform of the map. During the six years that Goetz was in power, real GCDs were already rare in the upper echelons of the Soviet Union.

If someone in a meeting thinks, "We've got a GCD!", that's a big deal.

Where did such a coup d'état with such a group of people get the confidence to make the soldiers believe in something they didn't believe in?

As for the use of profits, if they had such a sum of money in their hands, the USSR would not have fallen to such a point.

Today's Soviet Union is probably no different from the last days of every dynasty. Even this kind of deadly political struggle, in the eyes of others, is nothing more than laughable rookies pecking at each other.

However, for those in the game, before the dust settles, no one knows what kind of face will be hidden under the mystery of fate.

"Popov, look at this!"

Campov dragged him out of a street-side confinement room used to hold drunkards, and then stuffed him with a poorly printed leaflet. Popov, who had just woken up from a hangover, felt a pain all over his body. No need to ask, it must have been repaired when he was caught by the police.

"Kampov, you kid, do you have any wine, what the hell, these gray dogs, they're really ruthless!"

"I don't have wine here, but I know where it's available, and it's completely free. ”

"What?free wine?" Popov's eyes lit up green like a wolf when he heard this.

"Look at this, you've been squatting in the little dark room for a long time, and something terrible is happening outside!"

Kampov snatched the flyer out of Popov's hand, unfolded the flyer that he had crumpled into a ball, and then slammed it in front of Popov. The words "Letter to the Russian People" immediately caught Popov's eyes.

"Committee of Eight...... Coup...... General Strike ...... Defending the White House ......"

After reading the contents of the leaflet, Popov's breath couldn't help but become short, and the overnight drink was completely awake. No one believes in the health problems of the map, the National Emergency Committee is carrying out a coup d'état!

And yet—

Popov pursed his lips and snorted: "Kampov, what does this matter have to do with me? Oh, there is still a relationship, I want to respond to Mr. President's call, I can stop going to work today! Those damn KGBs can't arrest me anymore to go to work." ”

"Hey, that's not the case!" Kampov said urgently: "Now there are rumors that the eight-member committee is going to do something against President Yeltsin, and many people have decided to go to the White House to defend our president." The eight-member committee violated the Constitution, and the coup must be corrected!"

Unlike Popov, who didn't care about politics, Kampov was very indignant at the illegal coup d'état carried out by the Committee of Eight. Such an undemocratic and illiberal poisonous vegetable incident can only be brought out by the authoritarian CPSU. Sure enough, the Soviet Union has fallen to the point where it is today, and it is all the fault of the system!

As a "fan" of Yeltsin, Campov not only wants to go to the White House to support Russia's own president, but also tries his best to help Yeltsin get his head! Popov is more or less a mouth!

Popov rolled his eyes and shook his head again and again: "What does this have to do with me? Yeltsin or the Committee of Eight, can any of them fill the shelves of the Soviet Union with goods? Life is so difficult, only vodka can make people feel better!"

Kampov, of course, was familiar with the temper of his old friend Popov, and immediately said confidently: "Hey, there is no more vodka." However, there is alcohol in the White House Square, and the NEMART mall has unlimited supply, and the 56-degree Red Star Erguotou! As long as you go to the White House to listen to the speech, you can get free alcohol. ”

"Red Star Erguotou? So what are you waiting for? Hurry up! Don't talk about the White House, if you have a drink, there is no problem for me to go back to Afghanistan!"

When Popov and Campov arrived near the White House, they found that it was already crowded. In the small square on the banks of the Volga River, at a glance, the crowd gathered around the White House like ants, blocking the water.

Yet even with so many people gathered here, the crowd was silent, and all eyes were on a tank car in front of the White House.

The tank was already so full of people that it was impossible to discern its model. Only a cannon barrel raised high and pointed diagonally into the sky can clearly indicate its identity.

The most conspicuous person in the tank, and at the same time the focus of the attention of everyone present, was naturally Yeltsin, who was speaking in a hundred times more spirit.

Against the backdrop of the magnificent White House, Yeltsin surrounded himself by a group of high-spirited aides, bodyguards, and officials who were looking forward to their own sake, and they were truly in the limelight for a while. Yes, anyone who sees so many people supporting themselves will have infinite confidence.

Although it was so far away that it was impossible to hear what Yeltsin said. However, Kampov still seemed excited, and suddenly, he violently raised his arms with the crowd and began to shout wildly.

“демократия！свободаслова！Ypa！”

"Let the eight get out!"

"The CPSU must take responsibility!"

It seemed that Yeltsin's speech had come to an end, and the crowd began to shout slogans in a mess. Everyone shouted unscrupulously and happily that even whispered at home in the past, as if they had all become fearless giants at this moment.

"Popov, look, we're going to bury the Soviet Union!" Kampov frantically shouted with the crowd, and the powerful illusion that the crowd provided him with made him feel that he was simply omnipotent!

As she spoke, a young girl with a large box of wine bottles in her arms crowded into the crowd. She took out bottles of simple red star two-pot heads from the box and stuffed them into the hands of the surrounding crowd. There was no need to say more, and almost instantly, the bottle in her arms was gone.

Khampov waved the wine bottle in his hand and fanatically proclaimed to Popov: "Look, we will have the last bloody struggle! Overthrow this system, overthrow these stupid bureaucrats! Russia's tomorrow will be even better!"

"Come, give you all this wine!" Campov threw the wine bottle to Popov and shouted excitedly: "Drink, cheer! We will welcome a beautiful new Russia! Long live Russia! Long live Yeltsin!"

"Long live Yeltsin!" Ula shouted, and the crowd around him who had got the wine raised their bottles in unison and shouted loudly. These cheers, in an instant, seemed to even the heavens and the earth to change color for them.

It's just that Popov, who is a heavy drinker, was stunned there with the bottle in his arms.

For the first time, he didn't pour the wine into his stomach for the first time, but put his hand in the hem of his shirt and quietly touched the long scar on his stomach.

If the Soviet Union no longer exists, then what is the point of everything he has experienced?

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