Text Chapter 2 Only two people died

A not-so-splendid cup-throwing moment suddenly started a bloody killing scene. The GRU soldiers who were originally hiding outside the living room window broke the glass, and then pointed their silenced submachine guns at these unarmed colleagues. , pulled the trigger, and flames flew out in an instant. Those soldiers who had not yet recovered were shot and fell to the ground. The red wine on the table was shattered by the bullets, and the wine was scattered on the floor. Even the silk flowers torn by bullets on the dining table, mixed with the smell of human blood, danced in the air with the excitement of the Brandenburg Concerto, and lingered for a long time.

The clear sound of broken discs, the sound of gunfire, the painful pain of people falling to the ground, and the flickering candlelight formed a bloody symphony.

And Yanayev, who single-handedly planned this murder, stood quietly at the scene, watching these poor people who chose to be enemies of the Soviets fall one by one as if they were enjoying a musical. He had long known that Alpha and Signal Flag were unreliable, and that too many soldiers had been incited to rebel by Yeltsin. That's why Yanayev searched the GRU a year ago for down-and-out soldiers who were loyal to communism but were marginalized for this mission, promised them the best interests, and quickly built a team. Only loyal to his team. For this huge conspiracy, Yanayev planned for a full year.

The symphony struck its last note, and no one could stand up anymore.

"Since you are unwilling to be used by me, then please go see Marx. Motherland will never forgive a traitor, and neither will Stalin." Yanayev said softly, and became the last Alpha member to fall to Yanayev In front of him, he looked helplessly at him with a pleading look. But Yanayev just looked at him with indifferent eyes, and waited until his pupils were dilated and his breath was gone before he looked away.

"Yanayev, what are you doing!" KGB Vice Chairman Kryuchkov yelled crazily after reacting from the shock. In less than a few seconds, the KGB elite in his hand turned cold body, yet the culprit was still so calmly smiling while tasting wine.

He suddenly felt that the three-person secret meeting held here yesterday should not have dragged Yanayev into this coup. Compared with the coup, the amiable vice president seemed to have a bigger conspiracy of his own.

"Why are you doing this!" The deputy chairman of the KGB was so angry that his voice trembled, but he did not dare to make a mistake at this time because ten submachine guns were pointed at his head.

"It's nothing, this is just redemption." Yanayev said. He asked the GRU soldiers to lower their guns aimed at Kryuchkov, and then ordered the soldiers to inspect each corpse to confirm that everyone was killed. Then he waved these uninvited guests out of the room.

Now only Kryuchkov and Yanayev were left in the living room. With the sweet smell of blood in the air, Yanayev raised his glass to Kryuchkov and said, "My dear Comrade Chairman, you just You need to take care of your business, and you don’t need to worry about anything else. The script will develop in the direction you have already written. The "New Alliance Treaty" will not be signed, and the great motherland will not be disbanded, as long as all the high-level officials do their best. Don’t make any mistakes in your duties, otherwise we will be the ones who will be hanged.”

Only now did Kryuchkov realize that what Yanayev told him was just the tip of the iceberg of the huge plan. The palms of the deputy chairman of the KGB began to sweat. It was the same time yesterday when everyone was at a loss. Only he came with the conspiracy script prepared. Come on, has Yanayev already decided to treat all senior officials as puppets in his hands? And Kryuchkov now has no other choice but to follow Yanayev's script.

Coup is a cruel art. Until the last moment, no one dares to say that he is the one with the last laugh. Are there many unlucky guys who have failed in their efforts and turned from the king of spades to the three of diamonds at the last moment? What's more, Yanayev only took the first step. Getting rid of Alpha would mean cutting off Yeltsin's potential supporters. Even if he really wanted to assassinate Yeltsin, Yeltsin would just be a sick bear with his claws removed.

If someone looks back at what Yanayev did this year, they will be surprised to find that he actually surrounded himself with the top leaders of the Soviet Communist Party, either overtly or covertly, and gradually emptied out Gorbachev's power. right.

The moonlight outside the window became soft and sad, and the seeds of conspiracy slowly fermented over Moscow's Red Square, turning into a strange cloud of suspicion that enveloped everyone's hearts.

Looking at Kryuchkov sitting in a chair in despair, Yanayev stepped forward, picked up the sleeves of his suit, and said coldly, "Listen up, Comrade Kryuchkov, now is the most critical part of the coup. Period, please cheer me up and don’t relax. A bloodless revolution is as ridiculous as a utopia. Substituting profit for profit will inevitably sacrifice some people, do you understand? Killing is not the best method, but it is the most direct and effective method. We have nowhere to retreat and no compromise. It’s Moscow, it’s Red Square, it’s the Kremlin, it’s our last faith!”

Faced with Yanayev's strength, Kryuchkov actually became submissive. He was really not ready for a coup, but Yanayev had a clear goal and a firm stance.

Kryuchkov seemed to have been hesitating for a long time. Now was the time to choose his side. The end of the wallflower was destined to be disastrous. Finally, he became cruel and gritted his teeth and said to Yanayev, "I choose to join you, Comrade Yanayev. But I feel that I need to know your plan. Our ultimate goal is just to prevent the signing of the New Alliance Treaty. "

In May 1991, Soviet President Gorbachev reached an agreement with the heads of 15 republics to form a "new Soviet Union", a loose confederation of states. The culprit of all this was Gorbachev's democratization, openness, and diversification reforms, which led to the rapid strengthening of the centrifugal tendencies of the republics. Although in the full referendum held on March 17, 76% of the citizens and nine republics insisted on the federal system and the Soviet supreme leadership, they could not control the pig-like supreme leader who bypassed the Politburo's unconstitutional behavior and signed a separation treaty with the member states.

To a certain extent, even if a pig sat in the position of the Soviet supreme leader, this would be better than Gorbachev. If there really is a world ranking of idiots, Gorbachev will definitely win the crown and defend his title.

"The New Union Treaty will definitely be stopped, don't worry. Although our methods are slightly different, the ultimate goal is still the same." Yanayev patted his chest and assured.

Chairman Kryuchkov's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he heard this, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. He moved his mouth, and it seemed that he spent a lot of effort to squeeze out a sentence, "What are your methods? Aren't we acting together?"

Yanayev, with a faint smile on his face, was like the holy smiling devil in Raphael's "Michael Conquers the Devil", stabbing his spear into the heart of the enemy with the halo of self-proclaimed justice. He said slowly, "You think too much, Comrade Kryuchkov. In my plan, this coup only requires the death of two key figures, one of whom is the traitor Yeltsin."

Before Yanaev spoke, Kryuchkov had already thought of one of them being Yeltsin, and the other one, not because he didn't want to think about it, but because he didn't dare to think about it, but Yanayev still read out the name for Kryuchkov.

"The other one is the cowardly and stupid General Secretary Gorbachev." Yanayev paused and added, "Oh, by the way, I hope you can temporarily bear it and stay in this room obediently before the delegation arrives in the Crimean Peninsula."

"House arrest?" Chairman Kryuchkov's mouth twitched when he heard the name just now, and now the only expression he can show is a helpless bitter smile.

"No, it's protection." Yanayev said seriously, "Protect my plan to be implemented smoothly without interference. And soon, everything will be over."