News of the Soviet resumption began to spread rapidly in Europe. No one could believe that the former Communist Republic had recovered from the tombstones of the long river of time and history, spreading its fangs throughout Europe, passing through the deserted wastelands of Siberia. The steel giant began to recover in the Far East, and barbed wire, concrete and machine gun fortresses reappeared on the border.

The sky became red, like blood spreading rapidly. The evil empire returned to the northern continent, and all the rebel ministers should beheaded.

Not only Eastern Europe, all countries are verifying this shocking news. They cannot believe that the Soviets will be resurrected from the dead in the cold frozen soil, nor do they believe that they have brought a terrible army. However, at this time Moscow has become a black hole in intelligence. Neither the MI6, the CIA, the Mossad or the French Intelligence Agency can find out the specific information. It is said that once they step into Moscow, they will be arrested and shot directly by the military police, no matter how perfect the disguised is, they will be arrested and shot, without exception.

At the top of Russian TV, a red beacon was constantly rotating, and the radiation from the radar was vigilant to distinguish the invaders who were taking advantage of the situation. The people in charge of Fox Cross and Langley even discussed jointly dispatching drones to survey the suburbs of Moscow, but found nothing.

What they saw was a city filled with metal and gunpowder, and there were more secrets buried under this land, no one knew about it.

The entire country is processing additional manufacturing war preparation materials, ranging from 7.62mm bullets and Kalashnikov rifles to MiG fighters and Tu95 bombers. The entire country seems to be in a state of madness. A powerful and terrifying army is about to burst out in the shortest time.

Wartime controls, an ominous haze emerges in everyone's hearts.

The leaders of corrupt political parties in Eastern Europe have not yet figured out what horrible activities their neighbors are doing.

They want to build a new empire in the sinking continent.

When the red flag of the hammer sickle rose again over the Kremlin, Belarusian President Lukashenko was the first to send nuclear power to the Kremlin to celebrate the birth of the Soviet Union. He also proposed to allow Belarus to be merged into Russian territory again. As a witness and experiencing the turmoil of Eastern Europe in the 1990s, Lukashenko realized that without a strong regime, the stability of Eastern Europe would not be guaranteed. Compared with the high pressure of the Soviet Union, he chose the former.

When he stepped into the Kremlin, he finally realized what a terrible role the Soviet leader was.

The magnificent palace is now a fortress defended by barbed wire, machine guns, and an electromagnetic weapon. The Red Square is covered with dense double-barrel artillery tanks, and the steel environment protects the heavily guarded fortress. Soldiers holding police dogs are talking in a low voice. Seeing Lukashenko's welcome convoy coming towards the Kremlin, they raised their hands to salute.

“Welcome to the Kremlin.”

The listener was creepy.

Walking through the corridor full of soldiers' alert, Lukashenko walked into a small and exquisite conference room alone. Under the dazzling crystal lamp, he finally saw the ambitious man who overthrew the Tricolor Flag regime and re-established a great regime...

The bald head standing behind him looked even more eye-catching than the middle-aged man who was not good-looking.

Lukashenko calmed down his mind. He came here today to negotiate with the Soviets. After all, Belarus was the first country to receive the fax.

"It's strange, right?"

Romanov smiled and said, "Comrade Lukashenko, you will doubt our identity where such a powerful team came from, why did they take over the entire Moscow in just a few days, and even without a civil war, transforming the continent into a compulsory socialist country in a few weeks?"

Lukashenko shook his head stiffly.

Romanov ignored the other party's surprise and continued to say to himself, "Sorry, this question cannot be answered for the time being, but today we are going to discuss the second topic."

The meeting room became extremely quiet.

"Our people do not need freedom. They only need governments to provide them with residence, food, medical care, and shelter. Only capitalists who want to control the country will openly make themselves a bloody tyrant in the name of freedom and democracy, right?"

For a moment, Lukashenko was at a loss.

Romanov pointed his hand to the Red Square outside the window. The vast Red Square was filled with dense tanks and armored vehicles. Occasionally, evil terrifying robots were seen waving the steel claws of iridium alloy, and they were wandering around.

Even when it was the strongest time in the 1920s, the Soviet army did not show such a grand occasion.

"What did you think of when you see this scene?"

"Sea of ​​Steel."

"Wrong." Romanov corrected the other party in a serious tone, "It is the Soviet sea of ​​steel. We are about to overthrow the shackles of the old system and establish a true communist state. This is the final challenge to the shameless capitalist system!"

Lukashenko's tone was rapid, and his mind slowly became blank, as if there was an invisible spiritual force destroying his will until he obeyed the highest will of the red.

"General Secretary Romanov, what do you want me to do?"

Lukashenko looked like a loyal believer, bowed his head devoutly, stared at the oak tabletop, and did not dare to speak for a long time. The bald head, who never spoke, stood behind him, narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party, as if he wanted to penetrate all the shaken and uneasiness in his heart.

“You don’t need to do anything now.”

Romanov replied concisely and clearly, "After establishing a red camp across the continent, I want you to be the General Secretary of the Soviet Union."

"Um?"

Lukashenko, who was carrying a back, raised his head and couldn't believe what the people in front of him said. If he was not a deranged madman, he would definitely be a crazy ambitious man.

Romanov clapped his hands, and a serious middle-aged man walked into the office, looking at Romanov calmly with a pair of ambition eyes.

"There is one more thing. In exchange, I hope this person can serve as Belarusian Minister of Defense and control the armed forces across the country!"

Lukashenkomer returned to Minsk silently, and revoked the Belarusian Minister of Defense that night. Despite the pressure of a number of political officials, he accepted a middle-aged man from the Soviet Union as the new minister.

The whole country was shocked.

This Minister of Defense, born in Ivanovo, Russia and graduated from Fulongzhi Academy, will become the key to opening a new world.
Chapter completed!