Chapter 881: Purging Policy
In the evening, the dim street lamps begin to light up in the square of the Romanian Parliament, revealing the bloodiest scene in the country. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info On the street lamps on both sides of the avenue leading to the main entrance of the Capitol, the stiff corpses of congressmen are densely hung, swaying in the cold wind, like the pendulum of death.
And each corpse has a sign hanging around its neck, writing their crimes and confessions in blood-red letters, which is thrilling to watch.
"I'm sorry for my homeland".
"I murdered Romania".
Looking at the stiff corpses swaying in the wind on the street lamps, even passers-by shuddered, as if walking on an abyssal road to Yellow Springs. These traitors, who oppressed the people and made a fortune, were finally punished and nailed to the pillar of shame in Romania forever.
The brutal entertainment of the year finally ended with brutality.
A total of 37 MPs were killed in the riots, and 37 were the focus of attention on the blacklist, except for most of the MPs who fled in confusion. The riots instigated by the Social Democrats were not senseless shocks, but well-planned ones.
They want those people to get the punishment they deserve. Since you betrayed the people in the first place, pay now with their blood for the crimes you have committed.
Even three hours after the bloody events in Capitol Square, the Romanian troops fighting in the outskirts did not know that the top brass had been wiped out, and they were still trying to put up a final resistance.
Even when the electronic warfare jamming of Soviet fighter jets and the various units were unable to obtain the last information, fierce battles were still fought.
The last elite of the National Guard were fighting, with plenty of T55 tanks, BMP infantry vehicles, towed artillery and rockets, but they were no longer able to withstand the onslaught of Romanian motorized troops, and they tore apart their proud defensive lines. The commander had promised the Bucharest side that he could stop them for a month, but after only three days, the elite troops were almost completely fed.
The Romanian army missed a critical transition due to social unrest, and the Soviet reconnaissance units in the face of information technology were no match at all, not to mention that their intelligence was constantly fed back to the command of the Romanian rebel army.
Why did the troops that had no combat effectiveness suddenly burst out with such a terrifying explosive force?
Because only the communist commissars of the Soviets could explain the problem. When they executed the twentieth troop of the source of corruption, no one dared to question their faith. It only takes a bloody war to transform an incompetent pig into an animal of war.
After being slaughtered and slaughtered, coupled with the blessing of the aura of faith, they are no different from the original communism.
The accomplices of the degenerate and corrupt regime are definitely no match for the Romanian People's Army, which maintains its faith.
With the assistance of Soviet troops and the cover of air force fighters, the Romanian armored units were devastated like divine help, and soon pushed to the right bank of the Kargeras River, which was only a line away from Bucharest. The National Guard, on the other hand, was no longer able to hold them back.
The figure of Voyneia appeared at the front, and at the most critical moment of the war, his figure had to be united with the fighters at all times, the most powerful military force after the liberation of Bucharest, and a gift from the Soviets to himself. With absolute control of the army, Vojnia will become the only powerful force after the power vacuum in Bucharest.
With the help of the people, the last obstacles were executed, and the corpses hanging from the street lamps became the final cornerstone of their own control of the country.
He was the Grand Duke of Vanthal in Bucharest, the only savior.
As long as the army is in control, whether to believe in socialism or take the road of capitalism is not at all a matter of worrying about the choice of problems.
The snow began to melt, and after a winter of cold, it finally began to slowly recede.
In the spring, the weather in Romania is still gloomy and cold, and after the snow melts in the early spring, there is muddy black sludge everywhere, and the foot will leave a deep mark on it, Vojnea sits on a bumpy jeep towards the final front line, and as far as the eye can see, there are many holes in the buildings and broken walls, Bucharest has been half destroyed under the double blow of artillery fire and bombardment, and the Soviet army is carrying out a devastating offensive, leaving everything in ruins.
One step away, one step away.
And now, they will liberate the city center.
Romania has fallen into the abyss, and the greedy moth of corruption gnaws at the last of the state property. It's time for someone to right it off the wrong path and make sure that the tragedy doesn't happen again.
The other side is already crumbling, and soon he will have the city in ruins with his own hands.
The Romanian People's Army was preparing to cross the not very wide river. With the assistance of Soviet air strikes, the new national flag was planted on the roof of the Reichstag.
In front of Vojnea were the fighting troops ready to go to the front, young and scrappy with a look reminiscent of the Romanian Communist Army.
Voineia was responsible for the final general mobilization of the army for the war. He stood by the river, his shoes soaked by the icy water that came up, but he still couldn't change his determination to fight, and although the sound of the loudspeaker was not loud, everyone could clearly hear what he was saying.
The smell of gunpowder and rust in the air gradually dissipated.
Bucharest, as far as the eye can see, is their future.
Voineia stood out very prominently on the turret of the T55 tank. He strives to let everyone clearly see his figure, as well as the red flag waving in his hand.
"Dear fighters, as you can see, every day in the rear is preaching the great victory of the Romanian rebels, how many corrupt government troops have been annihilated by the United Allies. Maybe you think that this is just a stabilizing exercise, or maybe you think that our victory is a very slim thing. But I can responsibly tell you here that our army is indeed marching towards a great victory, that good will triumph over evil, and that the great Romanian people's army belongs to the faithful country! β
His finger pointed to the opposite bank, a ruin steeped in fire and smoke, the last stronghold of the democrats.
"There is also good news that I hope to be able to share with my comrades."
Hearing the good news, the shrugged head couldn't help but raise his head and look at Voinea's energetic face.
"Just three hours ago, there was a coup d'Γ©tat in Bucharest. Those guys who were loyal to the corrupt regime were finally punished, they were hanged on the street lamps leading to the Capitol, those vile corrupt politicians, those oligarchs who dominated the economy of this country, no one could escape our punishment! β
The crowd was overwhelmed by the sound of cheers rising and falling, and the soldiers, armed with Kalashnikov rifles, cheered the impending victory in advance, as if they saw the figure of the goddess of victory waving to them.
Voinea's manifesto was more effective than any shot in the arm, and they seemed to see their future.
A future free from oppression and discrimination.
"In 1989, we made an unforgivable mistake at the cost of Romania not stepping out of poverty for 10 years. And now you are here to correct the mistakes you made ten years ago. This country must be brought to normalcy, and we can no longer allow this group of people to spoil this great country, even if they die, in the execution ground of generosity for justice and truth. Justice in Romania is ten years late, but it will never be absent again, and the despicable thieves will be executed under a righteous trial! β
Voinea pointed to the city on the other side of the river, which was full of high-rise buildings, and when the political center collapsed, everything that Constantinescu had would disappear.
Power, monopoly, wealth, privilege.
Everything is like smoke.
"Soldiers, in the city before you, the undying corrupt moths are relying on the last city to resist stubbornly, let us put an end to it today, the glory of the people's victory will finally shine on the whole of Bucharest, and the great companion of glory will follow you all the way with your neat steps! The despicable enemy has nowhere to hide, and they will be crushed under our righteous punishment and pay the price for what they have done! β
"This is our last attack, and the tanks and tanks of the armored forces will run over every inch of Bucharest's territory, drain their last drop of blood, and completely wipe out their existence!"
"Purge Romania of its enemies, purge the moths lurking in this country, and destroy everything!"
Purge.
Voynea's final order was to purge Bucharest. Purge the remnants of the Romanian armed forces and wipe them out. Purge the remnants of the blacklist and eliminate them all.
The surging army will only remember the only conviction instilled in Voinea.
Purge and extermination.
When these two things were done, Voineia had to turn back to dealing with the most formidable enemy, NATO.
Tank and armored divisions had penetrated deep into the Romanian hinterland, and with the disappearance of Constantinescu, the traitorous agreement between NATO and Romania had become a dead letter, and the new government categorically did not recognize those unequal treaties.
The old times passed with the collapse of the old regime.
They will usher in a new era in the midst of war.
What Vojnea has to do now is to spread out the full content of this document. Let the people of the whole country know the shameless face of the NATO aggressor.
People who do not want to be enslaved, you should all stand up and resist the NATO invasion!
Because you are the masters of the whole country! (To be continued.) )