Konyev gave the order, and the crowd erupted in a thunderous response:
"Yes, sir!"
The sound of shuffling feet filled the air.
The generals took their positions, each starting to move according to Konyev's pre-arranged plan.
Within two minutes, the vast hallway was left only with Konyev, Gorbachev, and the Red Alert troops.
"The West, huh."
Konyev, who had traveled through time, knew too well what lay beneath the Western propaganda facade.
War, disease, drugs, human trafficking…
The more they advertised something, the more the truth ran in the opposite direction.
Konyev looked down at the prostrate Gorbachev, at the former president who had ravaged the mighty Soviet Bear Union into collapse in a few years.
"Take him to the palace, don't let him leave without my orders, and don't let anyone contact him."
"Seal all the windows and drains in his room."
Having made arrangements for Gorbachev, Konyev led the team to the grand hall where the meeting would be held tomorrow.
Approaching the glittering hall, looking at the centuries-old decorations around him, Konyev's gaze seemed to penetrate the river of history.
He was acutely aware that what he was doing was imitating the previous Supreme Emperors, taking the power of the Soviet Bear Union directly into his own hands.
Only now, Western propaganda was too strong, and this power grab needed to be even more thorough.
Reaching the end of the long table, Konyev calmly pulled out a chair and sat down on the high-backed chair that represented the highest seat.
In this vast meeting hall, he sat alone on the throne, looking quite lonely.
But Konyev knew that from today onwards, his every move would be watched by 286 million Soviet Bear Union citizens.
He would be the sole leader of the entire Soviet Bear Union!
Bearing the lives of five million Soviet Bear Union soldiers, the rise and fall of the entire Soviet Bear Union people!
But in this year of 1981, peaceful coexistence was not an option.
The Soviet Bear Union was already on the brink of collapse, with no way back.
Only a winner takes all could live up to the trust of 286 million people.
"The guard."
The sound of shuffling feet filled the air again.
Fifty Red Alert soldiers rushed in, forming a line, standing at attention.
Konyev nodded slightly in satisfaction, then ordered, "Check your weapons, attach silencers, each person carries at least three spare magazines."
"Everyone, change into Gorbachev's guard's clothes."
Konyev, having finished his final arrangements, closed his eyes and pondered the next move.
...
The office of the Vice President of the Soviet Bear Union.
Vice President Yanayev was quickly issuing Gorbachev's emergency meeting orders to the people on Konyev's secret list.
In the office, Marshal Yazov, the Soviet Defense Minister, was pacing back and forth, uneasy.
Yanayev put down the phone, stood up and looked out the window, "Do you think there's a chance?"
Yazov's lips moved slightly, but after thinking carefully, he replied, "Seven out of ten."
"Those on the list are all old foxes, and they all have a lot of ways to protect themselves."
"It will take some effort to bring them down."
Yanayev slowly nodded, his eyes becoming fierce, "Earlier, Konyev actually fired a gun."
"He dared to do this to his own father, he will be even more merciless to those high officials, I think it's nine out of ten today."
"Those people are completely addicted to the Western way, someone needs to be ruthless."
"And now, we all have no way back."
Yazov took a deep breath, looked at the crowd of people in front of the bowl, clenched his fist:
"As Konyev said, even if our Soviet Bear Union falls, it will be on the battlefield with the Eagles, we absolutely can't allow ourselves to be like this, directly divided by those powermongers hiding behind the scenes."
"What kind of freedom and democracy is this, it's all about their own personal interests when you strip away the facade!"
...
Early the next morning, all the dissolution factions of the Soviet Bear Union were heading towards the Kremlin.
They learned that Gorbachev was going to hold a final meeting before signing the "New Alliance Integration Treaty", and they guessed that this was the last meeting to decide the fate of the cake.
If they went late and had no one to protect them, they might end up with nothing.
Even though they were suspicious of the time of the meeting, they dared not risk their own interests.
And at eight o'clock in the morning, Gorbachev made another speech on the radio.
Based on the content of the speech, the dissolution faction had a huge advantage, and the dissolution of the Soviet Bear Union was only a matter of time.
When the dissolution faction officials arrived at the Kremlin, there was a lot of noise outside, with tall people pulling banners and releasing balloons, a festive scene.
The entire surrounding area of the Kremlin was covered in red carpets, making it look very celebratory.
The dissolution faction officials who came to the meeting happily embraced and greeted each other at the door, laughing and praising each other.
"This old guy Gorbachev is really doing things right."
"Yeah, red carpets inside and out, this is almost as grand as the day he was elected."
After the dissolution faction officials happily walked into the Kremlin, the guards outside immediately closed the door, and carefully plugged the gaps under the door with dark red cloth strips.
It seemed as if they had prepared for the possibility of blood flowing like a river inside.
In the meeting hall, the dissolution faction officials were already whispering to each other, their eyes full of the excitement of a cake-splitting convention.
But in the end, it was Konyev and the Soviet Bear Union faction who walked into the meeting room.
Gorbachev, the biggest leader of the dissolution faction, was nowhere to be seen.
Yakov, the Minister of Propaganda, felt something was wrong, and directly asked Konyev, "Konyev, what's going on, why isn't President Gorbachev here yet, you have no right to enter without him."
Shevardnadze, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, even more sarcastically said, "This is the last time you Alliance faction guys come to the Kremlin, let you have a look for a while."
Before they could continue their sarcasm, Konyev coldly looked at them, and said directly, "This is a place to discuss national policy for the people, who can come, not your decision."
"However, who can walk out of the Kremlin door next,..."
Konyev stopped there, a faint smile on his lips, looking at the dissolution faction with no warmth in his eyes.
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