In the middle of the night, the train stations in Paris are particularly busy.

Of course, there are no bustling tourists and a dazzling array of fashion and luxury, only the pungent smell of motor oil and gunpowder, the strong smell of war, and you can even smell it without your nose. The reflection of metal and the hideous mechanical bodies seen by the eyes, the sound of metal grinding and electric current heard by the ears, and the indescribable but real aura of murder.

The romantic capital of Paris has been transformed into an arena of steel, blood and war.

On the tracks, the suspended armored train is enclosed with strange cockpits, the warriors full of evil breath sleep in the tightly protected compartment, and the huge exoskeleton mecha, the apocalypse tank and the terrifying robot are protected by such a sealed protective box. Like a statue of steel.

In the railway station, most of the workers were not accustomed to the awe-inspiring smell of blood here, and avoided it far away, and only a few soldiers, because of their duties, had to stay here to complete the handover with the Soviet comrades. Here are a handful of sober Soviets, with huge monstrous machines, silent as a volcano about to erupt.

A veteran who looked weathered stood in front of the train station, his Gauss weapon in his hand, unabashedly turned on the protective insurance, this man struggled to use a huge construction mechanical arm, holding a cigarette, to his head. The muzzle of the black hole Gauss rifle was squeezed by the movement of the body and lifted slightly.

Leon carefully avoided the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head, and came to the veteran from the side, and he looked in a cold sweat as the trigger of the Gauss rifle stuck on a metal hook, and with the veteran's movements, he was about to go off. Leon hurriedly manipulated the nanoworms to form an energy-dissipating metal wall, blocking the muzzle of the gun.

"Smack!" With a movement of the harness, the muzzle of the firing gun was aimed at Leon.

I saw that the old soldier lifted the butt of his rifle nonchalantly. Adjusting the direction of the muzzle, aiming the dangerous Gauss rifle at the sky, Leon didn't have time to catch his breath when he saw him aim at an electromagnetic bullet, and then use the hot muzzle that could not be cooled down in the future. lit the cigarette butt in his mouth.

Leon's face twitched, ignoring his beating eyes, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hello comrade, I'm Lyon! Liaison on the French side! Leon stretched out his hands, intending to express his enthusiasm for his revolutionary comrades.

The man gave Leon a hug with his rough sandpaper-like palm, and Leon felt that he had met a bear, and quickly broke away from the arms like steel hoops.

Serov. Nikolaevich. Borif, commissar of the gendarmerie! ”

Commissar? This man is actually a political commissar! Forgive Leon. He could not see in any way that this rude and cold man in front of him had the slightest connection with this vocabulary reserved for noble and great communist fighters!

"I hope that Comrade Political Commissar will do a good job in this peacekeeping mission and maintain order and stability in the Truth Zone. Leon said insincerely, frowned, looked at the heavy weapons and equipment on the train, and whispered: "It seems that these things are not needed for the riot, what we need is reinforcements from the police force, not preparations for war." ”

"For the Soviets. The police dealt with internal contradictions, in the suppression of counter-revolutionaries. We have always done this with the gendarmerie and the army, and you know how we deal with the counter-revolution! Serov said seriously.

This seriousness of his attitude frightened Leon, "But... But it's just a contradiction within our country, a protest by the people of Shinrikyo people, maybe part of the terrorist attacks, but you know. Most of the people are innocent, and we just want support in maintaining stability. ”

"There are no innocents in the Soviets! Only enemies and people! This is not a war, but it is an operation to suppress the counter-revolution, and our army will enforce Soviet discipline in an iron-clad style! ”

"What is Soviet discipline?" Leon was a little stunned.

"Obey or die!" Serov said categorically.

Hussein prayed in the Temple of Truth. Looking at the young and immature faces around him, the expressions of excitement and panic that appeared, Hussein was proud and relieved, this is the future of truth!

Seeing him get up from his mat, the youths around him rushed up, like the old warrior to vent his uneasy excitement, they were all doing this kind of thing for the first time, this kind of thing that is extremely sacred in the scriptures, and will surely receive the grace of the Lord. Although the scriptures say that drinking and gambling are devilish things, it is too difficult to resist the temptation of the devil! Isn't it?

In order to atone for the sins of the devil that they have done, to do this kind of sacredness advocated in the scriptures, to be exciting and fun, and to accept the dedication of the saints, to form a jihadist couple, even if they go to heaven, there are thirty-six virgins, isn't it their most pious expression?

They can't wait to kill the infidels!

"Isn't it really a hassle to do this?" A worried newcomer asked, "The laws of Europe are very fair, and they will not deal with us according to the Shari'ah." They will shoot us! ”

When the excited young man next to him heard this, he scolded angrily: "Traitor to truth! They picked up the rocks around them and slammed them at the newcomer, "Coward, coward! The ungodly! ”

This frightened the newcomer, who knew what a terrible accusation of unpiety was for a Shinrikyo, who would be stoned to death in a pit, and his family would be discriminated against and ostracized, just like the girl in the community who didn't wear a scarf the other day, accused of infidelity, and seven men took turns punishing her.

Fortunately, Hussein was an authoritative elder, and he motioned for the others to be quiet, and these young people quickly left the poor 'traitor', "The government can't help us, we have a large group of sympathizers, they know that we are doing the right thing, they support us, they put pressure on the government." ”

"As long as we don't leave evidence, no one can help us, this is an anti-government, anti-dictatorship conflict, a righteous action of moderate Shinrikyo to defend their faith, and Shinrikyo all over the world are supporting us. This time we will strive to use the Shariah as the law of the zone of truth. ”

"That is to say, can we justifiably collect the offerings of the pagans who pass by, and punish them for their impiety?" Someone interjected.

"This is not possible for the time being, for now we have to follow the teachings. It is not yet possible to punish these infidels by lurking in this land, but I believe that soon we will be able to restrain the pagans with the Sharia and make them confess the power of the truth. Admit your own meanness. ”

Hussein added with experience: "In this operation, we are united, and all the congregants are supporting us, even women and the elderly, at the gate of the community, physically blocking the entry of the police and defending our dignity and truth." There is still a gap between the strength of us and the government, so this operation. We must grasp the three words ruthless, fast and accurate, and the real thunder. ”

"Whether it's the infidels or the government, give them the most damage. To be ruthless is to leave no one alive, not to let go of a pagan who may identify us, even if he is a child, and pagans are inherently sinful. Fast means to act quickly. Grab only the most valuable things. Yes, we have parishioners who are familiar with the local situation to lead the way. They know which people hate the truth the most, and those who are rich are unwilling to give to it. ”

These people are so so engrossed in the teachings of the truth that they even ignore the strange whistling sound above their heads, which they do not notice. The police are keeping the peace, they are far away from the community, of course, even if they find out, they won't care, what can the government do about it?

Outside Paris. Commissar Serov led his army to a flat open field, where huge train cannons were erected, and the thick barrels were aimed at the local community of truth.

As early as when he first came here, Serov received orders from his superiors that there were always counter-revolutionaries who thought that with their weak, insignificant strength they could threaten the revolutionary government, and that their lives were the only precious thing in the universe that could be used to threaten the Soviets.

Their stupid ideas, their stupid deeds, usually in the weak bourgeois government, make a fuss, the Soviets saw it, and only saw it, they did not maintain any social order for the rotten bourgeois government, but when they hindered the socialist revolution, the building of the Soviet Union, the progress of world communism and the realization of Internell, the Soviets taught them with iron and blood how to behave!

This kind of teaching, adhering to the principle of punishing the former and saving the future, cures the sick and saves the people, adopts the method of treating the sick by Soviet doctors who chop off their hands and stomp their feet, so as to truly make these counter-revolutionaries realize their mistakes and repent bitterly, and let them separate themselves from their reactionary families and reactionary groups.

The Soviets were willing, and willing to let these decadent and backward elements, realize the necessity of the revolution, and the helpful Soviet commissars would immediately help them to make important decisions that were separate from their past.

The result of this decision will definitely make any reasonable young man cry with joy and heartache about his past.

Of course, these prerequisites are that they survive.

There are obviously not many such people.

Because there is a cost for the Soviets to save people, how can these people create a burden on the country? It is better to die first, to save the country the cost of curing diseases and saving people, as a political commissar, he must think about the Soviets first.

The method of processing is also very simple, and the main point is three key words: fast, accurate, very!

Act quickly: we must not put too much pressure on our comrades in France, nor can we delay social production, for it is absolutely irresponsible to the country and the nation to delay the communist production movement of the whole country and even the EU for the sake of such a small number of people. Therefore, in order to avoid the interference of US imperialism and to resolve the conflict before the conflict of counter-revolutionaries is exposed, Serov suggested that this ideological conflict should be resolved by the fastest way, physical annihilation.

The most striking feature of this is that the materialist viewpoint of the revolutionary masses and the superstitious outlook on truth of the counter-revolutionaries and the counter-revolutionaries must be struggled and resolved in a targeted manner.

The way to be ruthless: the solution, the elimination of all the counter-revolutionaries of Shinrikyo.

The long practical experience of the Soviets shows that after grasping the three main contradictions, and by real thunderous means, all the counter-revolutionary groups, whether they are remnants of feudal superstition or capitalist lackeys, will keep that there will be no second conflict, and they will all support the leadership of Comrade Lenin underground!

On the contrary, if you entangle with them, they will be rehabilitated! Human rights! Democracy! This mess is coming! Endlessly come up with all kinds of tricks, causing a bunch of troubles, which is very headache.

Serov's approach to dealing with such counter-revolutionaries who are not firm enough and whose minds are not clear enough, whose consciousness is not high enough, and who are unwilling to accept the revolutionary transformation in a down-to-earth manner, has tried and tested this method of a hundred times. (To be continued......)