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Since the planned construction of the new capital city of Malkas in 1995, the former temporary capital of Nazran has been increasingly reduced from a political center to a second-rate city, and under the influence of the CIA's pawns, Wahhabis, who fled from Chechnya to Ingushetia, have begun to unite there, and the CIA is willing to contribute financial and human resources to train these communist-haters, and they also want to use the CIA to raise the banner of independence.

And it just so happened that the indulgence of the first secretary of the Ingushetia Soviet, Magomendovich, gradually increased the power of the local Wahhabi forces, and Yanayev, who had been focusing on Chechnya, even ignored this inconspicuous autonomous region, which also led to the growth of Wahhabis as a warm soil. By the time the central government really sensed that something was wrong, Wahhabis, who cooperated with the CIA, had already begun their own plans to resist.

Faced with the fact that the first secretary of Nazran had to abandon the government offices and organize the crowd to evacuate quickly. They began to wreak havoc everywhere like mad locusts, the red flag of the hammer and sickle was forced to be lowered, and the rioters set fire to the flag, and then flaunted their might to those around them.

According to Yanayev, these rioters are like weeds in March, and they cannot be killed by any amount of killing.

However, the army is also very happy to clean up these weeds that are growing in the Caucasus, and each time they clean up, they have an extra medal on their chests and a little more room for promotion.

The rioters set up barriers on the city's main streets, set fire to the planks on which vehicles were moving, and were littered with fallen innocent pedestrians. The rioters wielded props and rifles, ready to put up a stubborn resistance. Waiting for the arrival of the Soviet troops, it was a great honor for them to be able to sacrifice for real pigs.

The BMP infantry tank continued to move forward, crashing through all the obstacles that stood in its way, and it was a bloody scene all the way down. People lying on the ground drenched in blood, shops with broken glass smashed on the ground, and injured people hobbling towards the hospital with their wounds covered. The few who survived the disaster hid in the shadows, watching in horror as the chariot and the silent soldiers on it passed in front of them.

When the Soviet soldiers saw the scene of their mother kneeling on the side of the road with a bloody child and crying bitterly, they finally couldn't help but clench the rifle in their hands, and also understood why the central government would issue a cruel order to kill everything. Because they are not dealing with people, but with a bunch of brutes.

As long as the corpse, not the living, any of the insurrectionists is innocent, and their life is a crime against the Soviet people.

"The enemy position is ahead, are you ready?" Standing on the first chariot, the commissar waved his hand and pointed to the turbulent area in front of him with thick smoke, and said to the soldiers behind him with a resolute face, "This is a righteous action, our enemy, cruelly hurting our compatriots, our people. Today we want to make them feel the fear of iron and blood, and today we want to make them remember forever our name, the Great Soviet. Let them continue to feel fear in hell, and they will never be allowed to leave a single mouth alive! ”

Not a single mouth is allowed to be left alive. As soon as he finished speaking, a hind helicopter whizzed over the commissar's head and flew towards the chaotic neighborhood. The air currents raised by the spinning wings blew the commissar's uniform up and down, and he raised his pistol, turned back to the fighters behind him, and said, "Ula! ”

The Ministry of the Interior frantically dispatched Hind helicopter gunships as air support. In the hands of Comrade Pu~Jing, there is an unwritten rule in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, that is, the thugs of Islam must be dealt with the most severe blows. 80-mm rockets were intended specifically for two kinds of people, the first for enemies of the communist world, and the second for thugs of the Islamist sect.

The insurgents thought they had laid out the neighborhood so well that they only had to shoot at the attacking soldiers from behind cover. They even fantasized about cutting off the heads of Soviet soldiers and hanging them high, as they did in Chechnya, showing off to the people around them how many infidels they had slaughtered.

But this time the heathen whose minds were filled with hatred was far more terrible than the most staunch holy warrior.

There was a roar in the distance, and the thugs hiding behind cover looked up to see a violent and evil helicopter whizzing overhead, and the machine gun on the head of the helicopter was looking for a target. That was the terrible nightmare of the guerrilla fighters of Afghanistan, the Mi-24 Hind helicopter.

"Spot the enemy and start clearing the road. Let's give these bastards some color. ”

It doesn't matter if it's the streets of Nazran or the scorching valleys of Afghanistan, unless everyone falls, once the kill mode is on, the Hind helicopter won't leave until all the enemies are annihilated.

The concrete bunker of less than ten centimeters could not stop the pace of the Hind helicopter at all, and the thugs hiding behind the bunker were like exploding watermelons, and the blood and internal organs became a blur of flesh and blood after stirring, and they were directly carved into the ground. The fury of the hind's cannons tore all the enemies in its path to shreds.

The people who hid more tightly were frightened by this scene, especially after seeing that only half of their accomplices were left to crawl towards them, and then they were crushed to pieces by the hind's aerial cannons, the bloody and terrifying visual impact made the weak-willed people collapse instantly, rushed out from behind the hiding bunker, and then were directly strafed by the hind helicopter into a pool of bloody and fleshy corpses.

"Ground troops, the blockade in front has been cleared, you can move on."

"Understood."

The commander of the first vehicle patted the hatch and signaled that the BMP infantry tank could move on. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and let out a steel monster roar, then rushed towards the obstacle ahead. The 100-mm gun of the BMP infantry tank aimed at the obstacle and fired the first shot of the war.

After the loud explosion, all that left the ground was a black pit of flames. The obstacles blocked in front have long since turned to ashes, smoothly opening up a way forward for the follow-up troops.

The uniform and neat sound of the loading of Kalashnikov's rifles, the hatred in everyone's eyes, and they vowed to pay the blood of these rioters.

And those rioters will feel the fear of the rioters in Tbilisi!

They will pay the price of blood, knowing that no one can stop the will of steel, and that any obstacle in front of the Soviets will be burned to ashes. (To be continued.) )