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Volume 2 My Comrades My Soldiers Chapter 156 Helpless Pushkin

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    Every country has a mother river, and Soviet Russia is no exception.  A river called the Moskva River flows slowly through the center of the city.  It originates from the southwest foothills of the Moscow Hills, flows southeast through twists and turns, passes through Moscow, and flows into the Oka River.  The Oka River is the second largest tributary of the Volga River, the mother river of Soviet Russia.  Moscow is located in the middle of the Russian plain, straddling both sides of the Moskva River and its tributary Yauza River. The city of Moscow is named after the Moskva River.  Although it is located inland, water transportation can reach the sea directly because the Moscow Canal connects the Moskva River to the Volga River.  Coupled with the navigation of the Volga River to the Don Canal, Moscow has become a five-sea port with access to the Baltic Sea, White Sea, Black Sea, Azov Sea and Caspian Sea. It is the true heart of Soviet Russia and the political, economic and cultural center.  Along both sides of the river, there are many health resorts, spreading all the way to the Black Sea.  As the former head of state of Soviet Russia, Gore was ill, so naturally he would not go to an ordinary hospital. Instead, he would stay in a sanatorium where various medical experts from Soviet Russia gathered.  "How is Comrade Gore doing now?" Pushkin asked the medical officer who followed him into the room and saw that the old man was sleeping soundly.  The medical officer is around fifty years old. The military uniform vaguely exposed under his white coat should be that of a senior colonel.  "Comrade Pushkin, there is nothing wrong with Comrade Gore's health." He stood up straight, like a javelin.  " Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, serving around the top leader. Medical skills are not the most important thing.  You have a good attitude and you have to be able to speak.  "Yes. Got it. What's your name?" Pushkin nodded slightly. "I'm Ulyanov. I graduated from the Department of Medicine of the Frunze Military Academy!" As he said that, he gave a military salute.  "Thank you, Comrade Ulyanov." Pushkin stretched out his hand: "I will wait in the hall. He wakes up and calls me." After a brief glance, although his mental power is not as exaggerated as Wushan, it is still quite impressive.  , there is no eavesdropping or video recording equipment here.  It would be strange if there was. After all, this is Gore's own lair. Even if it is a national one, it is impossible to monitor a head of state.  No one can.  "Vladimir, are you too tolerant?" Primakov is now his absolute confidant.  He is old enough to be the other person¡¯s father, and he is even a little older.  However, in officialdom, I have never heard that age is the primary factor in determining status.  If that¡¯s the case, everyone should just stand up and compare their IDs. Whoever is the oldest will be the number one in the country.  , "Yevgeny, you are obsessed with your appearance." Pushkin scolded softly: "Now, I feel really scared when I am in this position. The country is so corrupt. I need to unite all the people who can be united." "We  Both came from the KGB, and this organization is indeed very majestic. When you reveal your identity, you can see that people around you are trembling. " "But what about the other side?  This organization.¡± ¡°Not only do I understand this, but Kryuchkov and Shebalshin also understand it. Otherwise, do you think they will cling to Gore¡¯s lap?¡± ¡°I prefer Chinese culture.  There is a saying that goes well: "Governing a big country is like cooking small dishes." "Forget it, you don't have a good impression of the Chinese, and it's rare for me to tell you. I can only tell you that there is nothing we can't do to govern this country well."  "I understand, but I must know how to employ people." "Don't mention Yakovlev, just Zyuganov, Lavrov, Ivanov, Yazov." He named more than thirty names in a row, and he was quite familiar with them.  "Everyone can only play his due role when he is in the right position, are you clear?".  Primakov nodded unconsciously, not knowing whether he understood or not.  No matter what, it still overturned the impression in his mind that this young man didn't matter.  Originally, relying on his seniority, he might be able to take over Pushkin's role and become the Supreme Emperor.  Maybe when you have enough strength, you can take the opportunity to pull him down and take advantage of the situation to get into that position.  Now, he finally knows that this man definitely has hidden power, and he is not his only choice.  ¡°Don¡¯t you see, my position has just moved forward slightly, from vice chairman to chairman of the Safety Committee?  I guess I won't be able to gain control of the KGB.  Thinking about it, both of them came from this organization. After coming out, they looked at it with a detached attitude. If used well, it is a kind of help. If used excessively, they will become street rats, even worse thanEven the old Stalin was worse.  "You are right," Primakov said honestly: "I hope they will have a satisfactory result when they send troops to Georgia this time. Otherwise, our country will be devastated by war." "Yes, I am very happy that you think so.  Glad." Pushkin sighed: "Every republic is ready to take action. I hope to scare the monkeys, not the wolves." "Isn't that an exaggeration?" Primakov was startled: "There are squadrons on the periphery.  We are resisting, and the Western troops can't get in. They are just a few small fish." "What if there is a push from the Chinese behind it?" Pushkin glanced at him.  This was said in a very soft voice, which made Primakov shiver.  Today, China is brazenly sending troops to Eastern Europe, and even Western countries dare not move.  ??Soviet Russian soldiers?  Stop talking nonsense, we are all in disgrace in Afghanistan.  Southeast Asia has unknowingly entered China¡¯s pocket.  Even Java and Luzon were all captured. Who among the experts wouldn¡¯t know that it was the hands and feet of the Chinese?  You want to say that China does not dare to send troops?  That's even more of a joke. Just pick any name. In a word, they are not Chinese serving soldiers, but mercenaries. Isn't that how they are treated in Eastern Europe?  "If anyone really believes that they are mercenaries, they are a fool.  As a former member of the KGB, Primakov naturally has channels. Soviet Russia's control over Eastern Europe is now weak.  Information can still be obtained at any time.  China¡¯s military has become so powerful that even the West is afraid of it.  Is he the next Sam?  Fortunately, it¡¯s on a high-end weapon.  In terms of sea and air, these are China's weaknesses.  ¡°Perhaps, let China and Sam fight dog with dog, and Soviet Russia take a breather, and then it can return to its peak.  After a while, Gore woke up.  Pushkin looked at the old man in front of him and couldn't believe that he was the once brilliant head of state of Soviet Russia.  Just a few hours later, everyone held a short meeting in the Kremlin and sent troops to attack.  It¡¯s been a while.  He actually seemed to have aged twenty years.  "Mikhail, I'm sorry." Pushkin said softly.  "Vladimir, are you here? Sit down!" Gore closed his eyes slightly and sat up after hearing the words.  "My brother-in-law was driven away by your people, right? Maybe you are right, he is not the material." When he spoke, he gasped slightly: "But I think I have to have my own people, right? So, let  You're disappointed. Don't worry, I'm telling the truth." "If you want to condemn me to death, please give me a decent way to die, okay? Please agree to my last request, and don't get involved.  My family. They are all innocent." "Mikhail, I am serious." Pushkin spent more time in this villa sighing: "I have not thought about what I will do to you in the future.  "You are still a member of the Central Committee of the Soviet Presidium, and your treatment is based on the treatment of the head of state." "Are you serious?" Gore opened his eyes and nodded firmly.  He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I still misjudged you. In this case, why are you trying every possible means to drive me down?" "The times are developing, but you are standing still." Pushkin said very slowly: "What you call reform is just  Your wishful thinking has put you on the opposite side of everyone. "It's no exaggeration to say that it's me today, but I won't know who it is tomorrow." "Oh, it's better to leave the country to you than to those who want to kill me."  He's a good person." Gore lay down comfortably, and Pushkin quickly put a pillow on him.  "Thank you, Vladimir, I am the one who should say sorry." "I have always thought that this country will prosper, become rich and strong, and regain its former glory." "Now, I am finally free. So, from now on.  I want to study the history of the party." "That's no problem," Pushkin nodded: "Mikhail, I want to ask, who are your bodyguards?" "Shame on you, Vladimir." Gore shook his head.  : "Originally, I thought that with their skills, no one in the world could do anything to me. They were like chickens and dogs in front of you." "Haha," Pushkin didn't want to explain: "Where did they come from? I need it now  Recruit a group." "This" Gore pondered for a moment and raised his head: "This is an organization that existed during the era of Khrushchev and even Stalin, but due to the lack of connection between successive generations, this is now the case.  The organization has lost control. The people I want are the last ones because I promised at that time that there will be no relationship between the two parties."Disappointed, it seems that the only way is to find a solution in Wushan, "It is said that we are going to fight with Sam. Both sides have already aimed nuclear weapons at each other's capital." Pushkin asked nervously: "Where is the nuclear button? I  I want to know where it is!" Gore didn't refuse and explained to him.  As the nuclear weapons base of Soviet Russia, it is naturally impossible to be near the capital. It is on the edge of the Eastern European plains, close to the Ural Mountains, and is surrounded by swamps.  button, just under his seat in his office.  Over at the base, everyone has gone through strict political review and is guarded 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  In order to prevent Sam from attacking the Soviet Union's power supply system at that time, there was also a set of self-contained power generation equipment.  In other words, even if there is a power outage in Moscow, the command will reach the designated location within five seconds through both wireless and wired methods.  Of course, there was a time when the relationship between Soviet Russia and China was quite tense, and some of them could directly attack China.  But the vast majority of them are aimed at Sam. After all, that country is the number one enemy of Soviet Russia.  "Vladimir, I have to tell you with regret that our base is now ineffective against China." Gore sighed: "I only found out this after my latest inspection." "How is it possible?"  Pushkin stood up suddenly, his eyes widening.  "There are more troubles," Gore waved his hand: "Our nuclear physicists. Rocket experts, astrophysicists. Missile experts." He was breathless when he spoke: "Aircraft carrier experts, weapons experts. Almost  All the high-level talents have disappeared without anyone noticing. "Pushkin wanted to punch this old man to death. What a loser.  "Can it be fixed against China?"  He suppressed his anger.  "No," Gore said dejectedly: "All the relevant information is missing. You have to know that the alignment direction is not even a few meters different, let alone now that our eyes are completely black?" Pushkin was not in the mood to listen to him.  What, he walked out with a black face.  In the hall.  Primakov saw his expression and followed him uneasily without saying a word.  The car was speeding, and there was no sound in the car.  Pushkin¡¯s head was always leaning on the leather cushion, without saying a word, with his eyes closed tightly. Only the chest rising and falling violently proved that he was still awake and quite angry.  "Vladimir. He's just an old man. Is he guilty?"  Primakov carefully comforted: "What's more, he will never have a chance to turn over." "Turn over? I really want him to turn over, turn over!" Pushkin still closed his eyes: "You know  Well. The Soviet Union is finished, and I am finished." Economic development only requires good policies from above.  The following will always supervise a certain area, and it will always develop.  But this is military technology.  How should he do it?  Don¡¯t say that Pushkin himself is not an expert in this field, even if he is.  It is impossible for one person to hold up the whole sky.  No wonder, Wushan is always so confident every time it faces itself. It is already clear that it was China.  They have been making small moves over the years, even if they show off their strong muscles in front of the West, nothing will happen to them.  It turns out that they were trying to take advantage of the opportunity to show off their power.  Pushkin bets that as long as Sam takes action, the Chinese will not mind teaching them a profound lesson.  As for the Soviet Union, it has completely withdrawn from the industry of competing for hegemony.  The weather was very sunny, and although Moscow was far inland, there was still a lot of dew in the morning.  Under the sun, those small crystal water droplets sparkle, and before long, they will evaporate into the air and disappear without a trace, as if they never existed at all.  Last night, he went back and had a good sleep. He got up early in the morning and went straight to Katyusha.  Pushkin felt that Soviet Russia was like those dewdrops, like a flash in the pan.  The epiphyllum has once bloomed, even at night, it is still blooming in an instant.  But what about Soviet Russia?  From the day it was established, it was overwhelmed by Sam.  Now, China is also on top.  "Vladimir, have you had breakfast?" When Wu Shan saw him, he was very affectionate: "Not bad, buddy, I can't tell that you use your methods so skillfully." "I happened to have no breakfast, give me Chinese food  Yes, pure Chinese food." Pushkin also thought about it, and he was really not pretending to be relaxed.  ¡°What¡¯s supposed to come will come. Since I ousted Gore from power, I have to bear the responsibility¡±All consequences.  Breakfast is indeed Chinese style, including steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, fried cakes, rice treasure porridge and soy milk.  Pushkin has never discovered that eating in Wushan has a beautiful melody, as if all actions should be done that way.  His speed is neither too fast nor too slow, just right.  And from a warrior's perspective, Pushkin discovered that even while eating, no one could attack the other party, whether it was a sneak attack or an open attack.  After a person reaches Xiantian, he is constantly comprehending, comprehending life, and comprehending nature, which is the word "enlightenment".  The day you realize it seriously, you will be in the golden elixir stage. ????????????????????????????????? If acquired is the realm of seeing mountains as mountains, innateness is the state of seeing mountains as not mountains.  When you reach the golden elixir stage, the mountains are still mountains.  "However, the former is ignorant, while the latter feels the true meaning of nature.  Pushkin didn¡¯t expect that a grown man could look so good while eating.  Conscience of heaven and earth, his sexual orientation is very correct, and the outside world does not know it. In 1983, he married Lyudmila Alexandrovna Putinna.  Not only that, there are two daughters, Masha is six years old and Katya is five.  The other person didn¡¯t seem to know that he was observing him and was concentrating on eating breakfast.  Everything happened so naturally to him.  "Vladimir, you eat slowly." Wu Shan clapped his hands, took an egg and peeled it in his hand: "I will eat this thing, one every morning, just right." Pushkin smiled widely,  Worse than crying, I quickly picked up the chopsticks and started eating clumsily.  (To be continued)
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