(1st Update)

Rumors of the killing of innocent people by armored vehicles on Lustaveri Street in Tbilisi quickly spread, and the survivors who fled trembled and cried to those around them how Soviet soldiers shot and killed the so-called "innocent people" and how the steel tracks of the armored vehicles were crushed over the corpses. Some citizens who did not know the truth were indignantly incited, and each took out his weapon from his home and prepared to take to the streets to denounce these "brutal Soviet soldiers".

The situation in Tbilisi continues to deteriorate, and the situation has become more serious than the turmoil of three years ago, or the Moscow leadership hopes that the situation will continue to deteriorate and that they will find an excuse for the Great Purge.

Anyway, from the time the first thug was shot, the Moscow authorities have completely torn their faces with the Georgian member states, and since you don't listen to me when I reason with you, then don't blame me for being unkind. At the same time, Yanayev's strategy of repression also had the flavor of shocking the tiger, warning the other member states that if you don't know each other, this is the end, and even if the Soviets finally disintegrate, they will have to pull you along with you.

All of them, in the face of the frantic desperate frenzy of the Moscow authorities, will become cautious and cowering. They only want to get out of the Soviet Union, not to burn with this evil empire.

Isn't the kindness in Yanayev's heart just that when the opponent is not behaving well, he runs over them directly?

The BMP-2 armored vehicles, which divided into several routes, continued to advance towards the city center, as fearless as ever, and the unarmed civilians around them scattered in fear when they saw the arrival of the Soviet troops, either hiding in the alleys on the side of the road or running into houses, as if they would be torn apart by armored vehicles if they were one step too late, and the whole street was suddenly empty.

Perhaps the thunderous tactics of Rustavery Street a few minutes ago have become a weapon of fear, imprinted on the hearts of every Georgian and turned into an indelible shadow.

Four BMP2 infantry vehicles passed through the Lunacharsky neighborhood, and the commander sitting in the armored vehicle noticed an old man in a dirty Soviet military uniform on the side of the road, groping in the muddy trenches, not caring how much mud his face and hair were stained with, and his palms were red and swollen from being soaked in the cold muddy water for a long time, but he still did not stop groping. The commander, out of curiosity and respect for his predecessors in the Red Army, ordered the advancing infantry vehicles to temporarily halt their advance, and was stopped by the war machine, which had been given the order to keep advancing. The driver of the first BMP2 infantry tank, not understanding what the commander meant, poked his head out of the cockpit and asked, "Captain Valenin, why did you ask us to stop?" If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to reach the building. ”

"What's the hurry, wait a minute." Second Lieutenant Valentine scolded the driver, then jumped out of the chariot and walked over to the dusty old man, and asked softly, "Hello, old man, what are you looking for in such a dirty ditch?" ”

"My Order of the Red Star is gone." The old man sat on the ground in pain, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and whimpered, "A group of marching students snatched my medal and threw it into the gutter, I just wanted to stop this group of children from doing stupid things, is it not worth cherishing the stable life we have bought with blood and life?" ”

The old man sitting on the ground raised his head, a muddy and dirty face mixed with old tears, the silent cry of the Soviet veteran, who was in his last years, made Varenin involuntarily feel distressed, his eyes glimpsed the old man's empty cuffs, and his heart suddenly understood.

A somewhat indignant Second Lieutenant Varenin walked up to the infantry chariot, patted the body of the armored vehicle and shouted, "Everyone has listened to me, immediately roll off the infantry chariot, now you have something to do!" ”

"What to do, Captain. Don't we have to move forward? Someone in the car asked puzzled.

"Forward, of course, the enemy is in front of us. But before you move forward, give me a look up at this old man. Second Lieutenant Varenin pointed his finger at Corporal Ivauri, who was looking for the medal, and when everyone turned their attention to the old man, he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "See, this is how this group of thugs treated our Red Army predecessors, ruined our construction, and also dutifully named it in the name of freedom and justice!" Do you want to teach such a person a lesson? ”

"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison.

"Didn't you all eat? Be louder, I can't hear you, do you want it? Ensign Valentine raised his voice and repeated.

"Yes!" The soldier sitting on the roof of the car repeated, this time all of them answering more loudly and neatly.

"Very good, this ditch is not deep, everyone get out of the car for me, find me the red star badge and move forward! Soviet soldiers can't even protect their own people, what kind of heroes! ”

Ensign Valenin's orders were unquestionable, and these enthusiastic lads hurriedly jumped out of their chariots to join the ranks of the insignia in the search for the badge, groping in the ditch in spite of the winter cold and the filth of the sludge, and no one complained or disobeyed, for they knew that what they were doing was for the people. These Soviet soldiers, taking advantage of their numbers, quickly rummaged through the sludge for the lost badge.

"Look, I found it." A young man held up the badge he had found as if he were showing off a treasure, and everyone around him stopped looking for it and came forward to praise him. He carefully wiped the dirt with his cuffs, then handed it to Ivauri with both hands, and said to him with a smile, "It's good that the badge hasn't been damaged, it's just a little dirty." Don't be sad, seniors. ”

Facing the smiling young soldier, Ivauri's eyes suddenly blurred, and cloudy old tears ran down his cheeks, he had a lot to say, but in the end he only said thank you with an excited expression.

Ensign Valentine wiped away Ivauri's tears and the dirty sludge on his face with a clean towel, and said in a heavy tone, "My predecessors have suffered, and I know that not everyone can understand our lofty ideals, and there will always be miscellaneous people who laugh at us, but no one can deny its greatness. You did your best in the Great Patriotic War of 1942, and now it is up to us to take the flag in your hands and move on. ”

"Don't stop crying, senpai. Your will to fight against all odds will be inherited by us. ”

Ivauri was speechless for a moment, as if standing before him was the company commander who had taken the hammer-sickle red flag from his dead standard-bearer in the last charge, leading everyone in the most tragic advance. I vaguely remember that the company commander planted the red flag on the ground before he died, even if he was killed by several gunshots in the end, his hands were still holding the red flag tightly before he died, and the body remained standing and did not fall.

"Don't be stunned, boys, we're ready to clean up those bastards." Second Lieutenant Varenning climbed back into the first infantry chariot, and when everyone was seated, he patted the driver's lid and shouted at the people inside, "Hurry, it's time to go." Otherwise, we won't be able to catch up. ”

"Forward, Davarich." The others shouted in unison.

The BMP-2 infantry tank at the front started and continued to move forward, and some Soviet soldiers sitting on it smiled and waved goodbye to Ivauri, rushing to the unknown, dangerous ahead like young faces preparing to go to the front in 1942. But the veteran Ivauri knew that no matter how dangerous the front was, these young and determined soldiers would not retreat, because he saw in these people the shadows of their comrades who died back then.

When they waved goodbye to their relatives and ran to Stalingrad, didn't they look as firm as they did?

"Company commander, political commissar, have you seen it?" Excited, Ivauri kept looking in the direction they were going, and said to himself, "The Soviets have not fallen, and our will is still inherited." ”

Your will, we will inherit.

This sentence kept echoing in his ears for a long time.