"Got the right choice? Well, you personally command, don't have problems. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Serov put down the phone with a simple command, and now it was too late to retreat. There are many opportunities for him to give up this plan, but he has never given up, and if he gives up at the end of the day, it is too late.

Put down the phone and continue to look at the intelligence of the Afghan side, the Afghan People's Army has 300,000 people so far, equipped with 1,100 Soviet-made tanks, and by the standards of the Soviet Union's allies, Afghanistan's military strength is not strong, even after Amin's expansion, let alone Pakistan, which is facing 600,000 troops.

However, Afghanistan is not a complete rookie, and the country is mountainous, especially in the face of the northern border of the Soviet Union. This is also the reason why the Soviet Union has been so difficult to attack Afghanistan in history, but the side that is handed over to Pakistan is one of the few plains in Afghanistan, which is very suitable for the People's Army to attack after the expansion of Afghanistan. Although the original history of the good terrain there, it became an important channel for the United States to transport weapons to resist the Soviet army.

Another advantage lies in the Afghan main ethnic group on the border between the two countries, which I believe will be of great use once the war begins. This consideration must be calculated in terms of Pakistan's foreign aid, one of which is the United States, which everyone knows. The other is that India lost a certain large country in the seven northeastern states. Together, the two countries are Pakistan's main foreign aid.

But will the two countries fight for Pakistan? There is this possibility, so Serov wants to give India an excuse for war that no country can blame, and no country dares to openly stand on the side of Pakistan when it thinks of this. Because to stand with Pakistan is to stand with the opposite of human morality.

There is no need to divide the camps into camps in this matter, neither the two camps nor the neutral countries will accept it, precisely because of the serious consequences, Serov has abandoned this plan several times in the past ten years, and once the news leaks out, no one can afford this consequence.

Even now he was still hesitating, but the time for him to hesitate was getting shorter and shorter. Unlike usual discussions with others about whether the plan should be implemented, because this matter is too serious and the consequences are too serious, he can only scrutinize it himself, and every time he reads the investigation report, he will repeatedly ask for it to be destroyed quickly, and he does not dare to leave a trace of it.

For a long time, Serov considered himself perfectly adapted to the work of the KGB, and following Dzerzhinsky's example, he was perfectly capable of being hard-hearted, and completely abandoned personal feelings and morals to think about problems. He also emphasized this idea to his KGB subordinates, and to this day, Serov finds that it is all self-hypnosis, and he cannot do this. The first time I found that there was no success in self-hypnosis was in 1976 when the person died. I endured it for a long time, but I still couldn't hold back my tears.

Serov was sick, or rather, began to feign illness again. Hide at home and watch TV, sleep lazy, and get drunk alone. Let the four deputy chairmen of the KGB keep the Lubyanka running, and he is talking and laughing with Valya. A few days later, he left Moscow and hid on the shores of the Black Sea under the guise of going to Bulgaria for recuperation.

"How good is that!" Serov, who was lying on Isemotni's lap, closed his eyes and smelled the body of his former secretary. Next to him, Lukani carefully shaved his man with a razor. Ever since he suffered a loss at the hands of Valya, the General Political Commissar always had a feeling of incomprehension about the spatula. Every time a woman helps him shave, he wants to ask, "You can't use this blade for shaving, right?" ”

"If you're not happy in Moscow, just come here and sit down, we've been waiting for you!" After a while, Serov touched his smooth chin and got up, and heard the voices of two women.

"You women are indeed more wronged by following me." Serov's tone has a tone called apologetic, which is very rare. Isemotney and Lukani are ten years younger than him and nine years younger. In fact, this kind of life is unfair to both of them and Yelena now.

"Without you, I would have been a swallow like Lukani, I don't know in which old man's bed, you didn't feel sorry for us, and now this kind of life is already very good for us." Isemotny smiled at the corner of her mouth, the two of them were not the little girls they were at the beginning, and their words became gentle, "It's still the same sentence, I'm not happy in Moscow, just come here, we will make you happy, tonight, we will accompany you together." ”

"Hmm!" The dog-like comrade of the General Political Commissar stiffened slightly to show respect, he really needed to relax now.

The women who live here aren't outsiders, are they? They are all his predecessors' life secretaries and confidential secretaries. What happened to the General Political Commissar who was not in good health and recuperated in the Black Sea for a few days? It's normal to be old.

Who told you to call? Finally sticking his head out of the bed, Serov, who was about to hang up, picked up his mobile phone and said weakly, "Hey, don't you know I'm sick?" I said, it's business as usual. ”

"I'm Ustinov, the actor of the enemy army, do you want to use the descendants of those American troops?" The descendants of the American army in Marshal Ustinov's mouth are Serov's godsons, who play the role of the imaginary enemy in the exercises in the Soviet Union.

"It's not bad for this force to be discovered, and to let the Americans know!" With a long yawn, Serov said in a tone that he didn't wake up, "I really want to know what kind of reaction the Americans will have once they know that a group of descendants of American troops are in the Soviet Union, and it is estimated that it will also be a very influential news." ”

"Okay, is your body okay, how long will it take to recuperate?" Ustinov asked disapprovingly.

"It's going to be a few more days!" Serov's voice was tough, he had two arms around his neck that were wrapped around his neck on the left and right, and he had to come to a tough fight with two swallows last night and was still recovering.

Ustinov hung up the phone, but the call also woke up the two women, "Is there going to be a big exercise in the country?" Many newspapers say that the confrontation between the country and the United States will be more intense, do you think so? Isaimotney asked, leaning her little head against the man's chest as she listened to the man's heartbeat.

"Well, this may be a decisive battle, even if the United States cannot be killed once, it will completely let the world see which country will have a clear upper hand, so that the attitude of all neutral countries will completely change." Serov squinted his eyes and replied that the USSR could also win if it dragged on, after all, Eurasia simply had much more potential than the Americas. With the current situation in the whole of Eurasia, the Soviet Union slowly farmed and waited, and the situation will be clear in a few decades.

But the question is, who is willing to wait decades? He is now the youngest member of the Presidium of the Central Committee, he is in his fifties, not to mention the group of old men who can meet Marx at any time. According to the history of Serov, it can be known that in the next three years, Brezhnev, Suslov, Ustinov, Andropov, and Chernenko will die one after another. The Soviet Union spent time in constant funerals. Those who died were the heavyweights of the country.

Don't look at Serov who is not older than that group of old men now, and he has nothing to do to pretend to be sleeping with Mao Mei, but who knows how many years this state can last? He can't wait, he has to see the results quickly. And in his heart he wanted to see the Soviet Union as it really was.

As a believer in Stalin, the General Political Commissar believed that there was no problem at all in establishing socialism in one country, and there was only one problem, that is, the Soviet Union must be the strongest in the world, and the whole world should support the Soviet Union in building a communist society. To build such an ideal country, the characteristics of other countries should be the capital. Everyone in the province lives like an individual, competing with the Soviet Union for the resources of the world, so he likes countries like India and hates the United States.

Isemotny smiled, kissed the man and said, "I like to have an ideal chairman!" As he spoke, a small hand slid all the way down to grasp the man's strengths, and his mouth spewed a hot and humid breath and said, "Chairman, you need to recuperate in the Black Sea for a few more days, it's good for your body, Lukani, sit on it yourself, obedient ......"

Located in the heart of Mumbai, the Tarawi slum is home to about 400,000 people. Most of the places where people live are supported by a few wooden sticks or poles, covered with plastic or iron sheets, etc., and are crumbling in the wind. The population density of the slums is particularly high, and the climate in Mumbai is very hot, and the people take water directly from the nearby black and smelly river, so the sanitary conditions are extremely poor, and there are flammable and explosives piled up in Serov's mouth, and the roads are very narrow, Serov determined more than ten years ago that if there is a big fire, this is a purgatory.

On April 7, 1981, when the dry season in India was still going on, and it would not come until June when the rainy season in India arrived, the group of people who lived here, out of sight of the Indian government, numbly finished their day's work and entered their crowded dwellings that did not know if they could become houses.

Though the city centre of the city's largest city was scarcely cared for, at ten o'clock in the evening, when the temperature finally dropped a little, a few skilled Urdu speakers appeared in the alleys of the slum's kiln, and they walked with hateful gazes to the places they remembered in their minds, with the remnants of oil cans, and gas canisters piled together, and tattered piles of cotton deposits.

After arriving at these locations, these people took out time bombs from their backpacks behind them, and after timed them, they stuffed them into the gaps of these dangerous goods, and then walked away without stopping, and at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the earth-shattering explosions of the poor kiln continued one after another, and the fire spread instantly.

"Take these people back and kill them halfway!" Menderev's eyebrows jumped and he gave the second order. (To be continued.) )