(2nd Update)

Lieutenant Card, who had not seen modern equipment in years, had been living a guerrilla life similar to that of a hairy and blood-drinking guerrilla in the bathroom in the mirror. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info So much so that he hesitated for a moment after seeing the faucet valve, and then slowly unscrewed the switch and released the tap water.

Washed his body and wiped his face, Kad found it hard to believe that the haggard guy in the mirror was a heroic soldier who had stepped into Afghanistan six years ago, and he had taken the long-lost Soviet military uniform from the hands of Tajik**, and then put on the buttons and hat.

When Lieutenant Kad came out of the bathroom, four of his other teammates were waiting for him in the corridor, waiting for him to take a specially mobilized military transport plane from the Tajik border airbase to Moscow.

Major Vasily helped him straighten his clothes, then looked around at the people around him, and said slowly, "Let's go, wait until you have to face the warm cheers of the motherland, don't show discouragement." You are not deserters or sinners, you are great Soviet heroes, you know? ”

Everyone nodded, and Card actually wanted to open his mouth and show a smile, but found that he had long forgotten what a smile was after so many years of hard labor. Major Vasily didn't force him, but led the five of them to the long-awaited Il-76 transport plane, and arranged for everyone to sit in their seats. After everything was confirmed, he stepped off the plane.

Then they watched as Major Vasily waved goodbye until the hatch closed, isolating them from two different worlds. Major Vasily watched silently on the tarmac as the plane drove towards the taxiway, silently wishing the soldiers who had experienced hardship.

Card sat in his seat, his eyes closed tiredly, as if he had had had a long nightmare that had lasted for years, and now he was finally able to get rid of the nightmare, hoping to wake up and start a new life.

There were only five tired Soviet prisoners in the huge cabin, who fell asleep with their heads resting on their seats, listening to the roar of the plane's engines. By the time they woke up from a shaking, they found that the plane was ready to land at Moscow International Airport.

Looking out the window, Lieutenant Cade saw a welcoming crowd standing on the tarmac, and after waiting for the Il-76 transport plane to stop smoothly on the tarmac, Lieutenant Cade walked to the door and waited impatiently for the door to open.

At the tail of the cabin, a small crack revealed a soft light, spilling into the dim space, and then the crack slowly expanded, and the light continued to pour into Card's sight like a raging tide, until he couldn't open his eyes. It was only after he had adjusted to the light outside that Cad could see the crowd of cheers, his mother, whom he hadn't seen for many years, looking at him with tears in her eyes, and a middle-aged man in a long black trench coat standing beside him smiling and waving to him.

Oh, it turns out that the motherland has entered winter, and I haven't seen snow for a long time. He looked at the snowflakes falling on his shoulders and said silently to himself.

There were guards with guns standing nearby, and Card's first reaction was that the man standing next to his mother should be a person in the army with the rank of major general or above.

"Mom!" Card dropped his luggage and ran over, opening his arms and hugging the old woman who greeted him, and Card buried his head deep in his mother's scarf, which he had been familiar with since he was a child.

"After so many years, I thought I'd never see you again, my child." Kade's mother raised her head, looked at Kade, who had lost a lot of weight, stroked his cheek with her rough hand, and said bitterly, "My God, thank you to President Yanayev for giving us a chance to reunite our mother and son. ”

"Your Excellency President Yanayev? Are you saying that this operation was personally arranged by His Excellency the President? Card said with some surprise, he glanced at the tall man next to him in disbelief, and said, "Are you a representative sent by the government?" ”

The man smiled, put his hand to his nose and took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Uh, I guess." ”

"Thanks to the help of the party and the government, I thought we would never be able to return to our dear motherland. For so many years I have wanted to tell everyone that the men of the 9th Company did not disgrace the Soviet troops, and we held the high ground until the last man. Card squeezed the man's hand tightly, excited.

"Son, let it go, the war is over, and I hope you and your mother will live well from now on." The man standing in front of Card patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile. He seemed to have an indescribable personality charm that made Cad instantly let go of his still somewhat nervous emotions.

"What is your name?" Carder hesitated in his mind for a long time, and finally blurted it out. The mother standing next to Kader patted him on the head and whispered in reproach, "You kid, how did you talk to the president?" ”

"President?" This time it was Carder's turn to be dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the middle-aged man next to him, who was approachable no matter how he looked, was actually the supreme leader of the Soviets. And unlike Brezhnev's high-minded pride, he does not seem to have the authority of a leader.

"Your mother is right, I am the President of the Soviet Union, Yanayev."

Yanayev, who seemed to have penetrated his thoughts, shrugged his shoulders and showed a helpless look, "The president was also born from a commoner, and I am no different from you." In the Soviets, all people are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low statuses and souls. ”

Yanayev's casual words won the applause of everyone present, and Card, who was standing next to him, applauded the most fiercely, this time not the previous perfunctory applause for his superiors, but his heartfelt respect for the supreme leader from the bottom of his heart. In everyone's opinion, this president seemed to be the hope for the future of the Soviet Union.

Yanayev was satisfied with everyone's applause, and this was what he wanted. After the blind tossing and turning of the two fools, Borezhnev and Gorbachev, the Soviet Union lacked the most strength to solidify the hearts of the people.

"See, I'm saving you, great Soviet, even if those damned intellectuals don't understand and think I'm a dictator, but I'm really saving you from decay." Yanayev touched the sickle and the Order of the Iron Hammer on his chest, and felt sad. In his efforts, the emblem of socialism has not fallen, but the flame of revolution has been scattered and on the verge of extinction.

Five Soviet prisoners of war lined up and received medals from Yanayev himself. For each person he walked by, Yanayev patted them on the shoulder and gave them an affectionate hug as a sign of encouragement. Finally, Yanayev stood in front of them and bowed deeply to the suffering men.

"The motherland is sorry for you, and I am here to apologize to you on behalf of the government that has forgotten you."

There was silence in the audience, even the reporters did not know how to shoot this scene, and the Soviet government, which has always been great and wise and never makes mistakes, actually showed an unexpectedly humble image, how should tomorrow's report be written?

"The policy of the Soviets was not 100% correct, and we had all sorts of problems in our development. But it's not terrible if something goes wrong, it's terrible to make a mistake and try to cover it up, which we absolutely don't allow. So, please accept our belated apologies, these five forgotten soldiers. Your honor may be late, but it will never be absent. ”

Yanayev's voice was steady and powerful, and it was heard far and wide through the loudspeakers, and after a brief lull, the crowd once again burst into thunderous applause, and with tears in his eyes, Kade glanced at his colleagues, who also gave Yanayev the warmest applause.

"Long live the Soviets!"

"Long live socialism!"

"Long live the great communism!"

I don't know who in the crowd can get up, and the slogans and shouts instantly rise and fall from each other, even muffling the roar of aircraft engines. The people surrounded the Supreme General Secretary and cheered with the warmest cheers.

(These chapters try a little sensational style, I don't want everyone to keep watching the plot of pretending to be forced to slap the face until aesthetic fatigue, if you think it's good, please tell me, in the future I will continue to show the strength of the Soviet story plot to appropriately add the details of the fate of these little people in front of the big era, I hope to bring different surprises to readers.) ）