Vladivostok, Office of the Navy of the Federal Republic of China in Vladivostok.
Faced with Vladimir Ulyanovna's unexpected visit, Liao Zhongkai still drank his bowl of tea leisurely.
"Mr. Commissioner," Ulyanovna has a very good talent for linguistics. In just one year, she was able to speak unfamiliar Chinese. She used this Chinese to question Liao Zhongkai, "I have received a report.
, said that the air fleet of the Chinese Federation Navy Department landed near St. Petersburg, can you explain your intention to do so? "
"Don't be nervous," Liao Zhongkai put the tureen on the teacup and raised his head to look at the Soviet First Secretary, "We are just carrying out the evacuation mission. You also know that the security in the areas controlled by Tsarist Russia has been extremely poor recently, with unrest and massacres.
Bad incidents against foreigners happen from time to time. Due to the old wounds of the Sino-Russian war, our Chinese citizens in Russia can easily become targets of lawless thugs. Therefore, Mr. Lin decided to mobilize the precious airship combat power of the Navy Department to carry out the evacuation.
The purpose of the overseas Chinese mission is to bring back to the country citizens of the Federation of China, overseas Chinese and international students who are still stranded in Russia.”
"Evacuate?"
"Yes, later today, the federal government will announce the power supply."
Ulyanovna's deputy Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov couldn't hold himself back. In addition to being Ulyanovna's loyal hawk, he was also the most loyal of her many suitors.
A fanatical person, at this time he could not tolerate his "goddess" being fooled by such an obvious excuse.
"You are talking nonsense! The evacuation fleet has been out for so long and has already crossed the whole of China and Russia, and then we announced the evacuation of the nationals. This is not in line with international practice!"
"Well," Liao Zhongkai opened the lidded bowl again and took a sip of tea before replying slowly, "Look at the evacuation of overseas Chinese, the situation is urgent. If you leave even a minute earlier, it is possible that our overseas Chinese will suffer less harm. So.
The fleet set off in the shortest possible time. At the same time as the fleet set off, the Navy Department proposed a motion to evacuate overseas Chinese to the federal government. Only the federal government has the right to decide on this kind of matter. Then there were various meetings, quarrels, and votes.
.It’s completely understandable if you go slower.”
Although Yakov blew his beard and glared, Liao Zhongkai remained unmoved and continued to sip his tea.
Finally, Ulyanovna spoke: "I understand. I hope that when we carry out such operations in the future, we can be informed in advance so that we can cooperate with the federal navy's operations."
"Good land, good land, definitely." Liao Zhongkai then put the tea bowl he had been holding on the table and made an invitation gesture to Ulyanovna, "Come, sit down and have some tea."
?This is authentic Longjing tea, much better than the broken tea leaves grown in India that you drink."
"No, the Soviet government is about to move, and there is still a lot of preparation work waiting for us, so I won't disturb your enjoyment of drinking tea."
"Okay." Liao Zhongkai stood up, as if he wanted to see the guests off in person, but Ulyanovna politely refused.
After the Russians left, Liao Zhongkai did not continue drinking tea. Instead, he walked back and forth in the office several times with his hands behind his back. Then he summoned the confidential personnel.
"Send a telegram immediately," he said, "to remind Holland that the Russians may make trouble in the evacuation and to ask the air fleet to be careful."
When Liao Zhongkai's telegram reached Helangyabo, Isabella was already in trouble.
The Russian army in sight has already spread out its skirmisher line. It is forcing its way towards the crowd who are still gathering on the coast waiting for Yan Ming to board the ship. Lin Youde is not a philanthropist, except for the family members of Shen Ji and the Tsar. Do you want to join the others?
The boat must be rich.
Even so, there are still a large number of wealthy businessmen and gentry gathered on the seaside. At this time, the railway workers are still on strike, and all the trains are stuck. The heavy snow has just passed, and the sky has cleared up and warmed up, causing the snow to melt. The whole of Russia is immersed in mud, let alone walking.
It is more difficult to travel on horseback than a horse-drawn carriage.
What's more, how can young ladies and ladies endure the hardship of riding long distances?
In addition, all kinds of bandits are rampant, and taking the airship "evacuated overseas Chinese" of the Chinese Federation Navy has become the most effective and safest way to escape. So that morning on the beach was spectacular, carrying large and small bags and wearing
The dignitaries dressed in expensive clothes and in a state of disarray could be seen at a glance. If a fly were swatted at them, a thousand of them would die.
The troops sent by the tsar to maintain order were simply not enough. The Cossacks in blue had long been mixed in with the dignitaries. Fortunately, Lin Youde had foreseen the situation and sent most of the goddesses and the tsar's family directly.
The helicopter picked up the ship, and then the warship landed on the sea - the banner of this operation was to evacuate overseas Chinese, so it doesn't make sense that the fleet didn't even land, right?
Due to the need to check and verify the personal property of those who wish to board the ship, these people have been crowded on the shore for half a day. People have been panicking for a long time. Many people are rumoring that the Chinese are preparing to take off and leave. At this juncture, the new troops appear and the crowd is stunned.
Get moving.
"Oh my god, where did the troops come from?"
"Isn't it the Red Army?"
"Nonsense, they are still far away from here!"
"Maybe it's the Workers' Red Guard organized by the Chengli Workers', Peasants' and Soldiers' Soviet..."
Various comments spread among the crowd. At this moment, a man without any luggage left the crowd and walked towards the approaching troops.
"I am Pyotr Arkadyevich Stolypin, Prime Minister of Russia. Please identify yourself!" the man shouted to the man who looked like an officer at the front of the troops that had dispersed into skirmish lines.
"I'm pretty sure that no other troops have been sent to this area today. Please turn back immediately and return to your posts!"
The officer on the opposite side didn't reply, nor did he stop moving forward. Behind him, the skirmisher line continued to move forward. The long guns in the hands of the soldiers were all fixed with bayonets, and the blades were sharpened in the snow and sunshine.
Shining with cold light.
Stolypin opened his arms and walked towards the murderous unknown army. His posture was very similar to a series of famous pictures from the previous time and space. These pictures are usually accompanied by such a narration: "You want to be a coward all your life."
,still……"
"I order you!" Stolypin's voice echoed on the empty Baltic coast, "Turn back! Return to your posts! I am the Prime Minister of Russia, His Majesty the Tsar..."
Stolypin's words stopped because the commander he was facing gestured backward, so a sturdy soldier behind him took out the two steel pipes on his back as he walked.
Twist it into a stick, then take out a red flag and hang it up.
The crowd behind Stolypin erupted in screams.
"No... no, these are a group of kind-hearted people. Most of them are women and children..." Before Storey could finish his words, a bullet penetrated his shoulder, and the Russian Prime Minister flew backwards.
.Falling onto the muddy ground mixed with melting snow, the bright red liquid immediately soaked into the soil beneath him.
The Red Guards suddenly appeared and started shooting at the crowd. They didn't aim at all. They just held the guns at their waists and kept pulling the triggers - facing such a dense cluster of targets, aiming was completely unnecessary. They just
In this way, while firing the bullets and pushing forward with the shining spear, the big leather boots kept stepping over Stolypin Yuwen's still-living body.
The crowd at the beach rushed towards the sea like crazy, everyone was screaming, desperately trying to avoid the scythe wielded by the god of death. In this case, it was almost impossible not to be stampeded, and soon the screams of terror were heard.
Mixed with wails of pain.
Rondebell's soldiers jumped onto the springboard decisively, and then the springboard was pulled up by the mechanical arm.
Many people tried to grab the slippery bottom of the springboard, but all failed.
After the springboard was raised, those closest to the beach tried to stop, only to find that they would either continue to move forward or be pushed down and crushed into pieces by the crowd behind them.
The crowd just crowded and rushed into the cold water. They looked like baby turtles that had just hatched on the beach and were rushing towards the sea in groups.
Countless people drowned. People who knew how to swim were also brought into the sea water by the drowning people who were grabbing for life-saving straws. The few people who struggled to swim found in despair that the side of the Chinese airship was in front of them.
Armor, and behind it is a crowd of people who are still coming.
The people who sank to the bottom made the water on the beach shallower, allowing those behind to move a longer distance into the sea. In the end, everyone was blocked in front of the armored plate of the Chinese airship.
The Red Guards were still advancing, and no one was picking up the various valuables dropped on the ground. No one paid attention to the noble gentlemen or ladies who survived the crazy stampede. They advanced with their bayonets pointed, and finally used the sharp edges of their bayonets.
Send it into the belly of the first person you meet.
A big man stabbed three delicate girls in the stomach with an old-style long bayonet. After he pulled out the bayonet, he raised the butt of his gun and knocked one of the poor girls who was still struggling to stand to the ground.
Some men tried to resist, but it was difficult to resist the soldiers' group actions.
The massacre was still going on. At this time, a key member of the Bolsheviks took the lead in singing the "Internationale". Soon, the majestic singing echoed throughout the beach.
"Arise, you hungry and cold slaves, arise, you suffering people all over the world!"
The oppressed workers sang this song and stabbed the fat belly of the capitalists with their bayonets.
"The blood in my heart has boiled, and I must fight for the truth!"
The poor serfs sang this song and cut the landlord's throat with his bayonet.
"The old world is in ruins. Slaves, get up. Don't say we have nothing. We want to be the masters of the world!"
These workers and farmers are carrying out horrific and bloody killings, but who can say that they are not just? At this moment, the boundaries between morality and immorality, justice and injustice are all blurred on this beach, only the beach is stained red
The blood of the Baltic Sea is the true portrayal of this moment.
Isabella retracted her head, no longer looking at the massacre taking place below.
"Where are the goddesses of Tsarist Russia?" she asked the adjutant assigned to her by Lin Youde during this operation.
The adjutant immediately reported: "They all obeyed our management and took sleeping pills and soul-removing pills and fell asleep."
Isabella nodded.
She had never understood the purpose of Lin Youde's repeated emphasis on asking the Russian goddesses to take sleeping pills and soul-removing pills immediately after boarding the ship. Now she finally understood.
Lin Youde's operation was in the name of evacuating overseas Chinese. Other than that, he only had the public purpose of accepting political asylum from the children of the Tsar. The transfer of the surviving adult concubines in Tsarist Russia and the underage concubines in the monastery was a secret mission.
If those Tsarist Russian girls couldn't stand the carnage in front of them and flew into the sky, then Lin Ji would be passive in the international arena, and a bad person might even spit out the goddess he had eaten.
Isabella glanced at the beach that had turned red and the Red Guards who were still killing. Then she closed her eyes tightly, looking painful. She hesitated for a while before opening her eyes and saying something.
The captain of the Trojan ordered: "Take off and return home. I don't want to stay in this hell on earth for even one second longer." (To be continued...)