The forced anger and seemingly calm expression on his face had turned pale as the Soviet soldiers filed in one by one.
The young leaders of the seven outposts' temporary anti-revolutionary committees had only enjoyed the taste of power for three days, but they had already been burned to the point of leaving no ashes by the inflated ambitions in their hearts.
Especially with the notification order of the Central Counterrevolutionary Committee, it has become an iron fist that completely broke down their inner defenses, leaving the seven of them slumped in their chairs and staring at Pulunya, who was originally a prisoner.
Kove, with an easy backhand strike, finally reversed the identity of both parties.
The seven of them were all paralyzed, and their arms and legs no longer had any strength to support them from standing up.
Now they finally understood why Pren Yakov had that faint sarcastic smile on his face from beginning to end.
This is confidence in yourself and an attitude towards them.
The political struggle of the Counterrevolutionary Suppression Committee was extremely cruel.
Just relying on these seven young people to seize power and form a real outpost of the Counterrevolutionary Suppression Committee, in Plunyakov's view, the methods were too inexperienced and the confidence was too insufficient. .
The smile on his lips slowly curled up, and Prenyakov gently pushed away the wooden table in front of him and stood up on the simple and heavy chair.
The Soviet soldier who was already nearby quickly walked over, respectfully took off his handcuffs and shackles, and threw them aside heavily.
And Prenyakov nodded reservedly and smiled softly at them: "I have to say that you also made a clear choice."
"Yes, yes, Commissar Prenyakov, we are willing to devote all our loyalty to the Soviet."
The clever Soviet soldiers nodded immediately, and the compliments on their faces became more and more intense.
Even though they had been serving the seven young members of the Counter-Revolutionary Committee with admiration before, as they did now, once the situation changed, they immediately switched their camps.
They bent down and nodded repeatedly beside Prenyakov: "We were also deceived by those seven damn counterrevolutionaries before, so we were rude to you."
There was compliment on their faces, and when they looked at Prenyakov in front of them, their already bent waist became more respectful.
But the smiles on their faces became stiffer and their foreheads were already covered with cold sweat, because not far behind them, Soviet soldiers with unfamiliar faces had also walked over, using their AK assault rifles with bayonets inserted, It was faintly aimed at them, and at the same time, they were surrounded in the middle area and watched closely.
Plenyakov still had a faint sarcastic smile on his face.
He turned to watch the elite Soviet soldiers from the Moscow war zone enter the command hall one by one, taking control of the entire scene.
His voice It had already sounded, and he whispered softly, seemingly with a hint: "Of course, I still believe in your pure party spirit."
He spoke slowly and glanced at the trembling Soviet soldiers beside him, whose legs were shaking and could not stand still.
The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more mocking, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort, softly.
He raised his head and raised his voice, as if asking: "What about you, my dears, the seven members of the Provisional Suppression Committee of the Queen Charlotte Islands Outpost?"
It was a clear power struggle that now ended with Prenyakov's overall victory.
Those Soviet elites from Moscow did not have much respect for the Provisional Suppression Committee at this outpost.
The leading officer lowered his head slightly, and his tone was neither humble nor condescending, which was in sharp contrast to the respectful and flattering guys before: "Comrade Plenyakov, please give me instructions on the upcoming mission arrangements."
"Perhaps our Provisional Counterrevolutionary Committee has successfully completed its work process and can undergo a high-level formalization."
After patting the non-existent dust on his hands, Prenyakov looked at the seven young people in front of him who were staring like dead dogs, breathing heavily, but unable to say anything.
The smile at the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.
However, his smile also had a bit of sincerity, and the disdain and ridicule before it disappeared.
Instead, he slowly stepped forward and said as if teaching: "You thought your arrangements were foolproof, but now you have realized what your shortcomings are."
Is it done?”
The seven young men were breathing heavily, but their eyes widened as Plenyakov got closer.
Assault rifles are held tightly with both hands, making tactical movements to assassinate at any time, and they are also quietly waiting for orders from their superiors.
The original flattery on the faces of the Soviet soldiers who had already knelt on the ground disappeared.
Only the deepest despair appeared on their faces.
They watched Plenyakov step by step onto the high platform.
When he came under the huge Soviet symbol of sickle and hammer, he paused like a leader and stood slowly.
As for the seven-member temporary counter-revolutionary elimination committee they had originally chosen speculatively, their eyes widened with unconcealed fear and panic, making them afraid to move without permission.
"You know, even though the Anti-Revolutionary Committee is a group of inhumane guys, well, although this description is too direct, it is quite appropriate."
Prenyakov nodded slowly.
He still smiled kindly in front of these seven young people who were stiff and slumped in their seats and did not dare to move.
However, he took out a Makarov semi-automatic pistol from his chest, lightly loaded it, and pressed it against the back of the head of a member of the Provisional Suppression Committee.
The smile on his face remained: "Your shortcomings. , even when you should kill someone, you still hesitate like a bunch of girls."
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His slender fingers pulled the trigger mercilessly in response to his words, and the crisp sound of gunshots instantly appeared in the command center.
All the Soviet soldiers subconsciously tightened their grip on the assault rifles in their hands, but when they Looking at the table, a young member of the Provisional Counterrevolutionary Committee, whose brains were mixed with blood and splashed all over the table, opened their eyes in surprise, as if they had not thought of this.
It would happen so suddenly.
But for Prenyakov, the slightly fishy smell of brains and blood were flowers to celebrate his full control of power.
The will of the Soviet is, and the thoughts of countless people can be thousands and thousands.
Only a strong man with the aura of a leader is the latest leader of the Soviet.
These young politicians who are still stuck in basic political methods obviously do not understand that under the many political methods, there are also the most direct, violent and naked political attacks.
"No, no, no, Comrade Prenyakov, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I'm a member of the Counterrevolutionary Committee, I can't die here."
In the middle position, a young committee member finally seemed to have a mental breakdown.
He raised his hands with trembling hands.
His eyes were lifeless and filled with despair and pleading.
From the corner of his eye, he could already see the flower mixed with blood and brain, and in his heart The fear also caused his originally seemingly strong mentality to suffer from serious changes.
The crack in his life made him extremely fearful, until he begged loudly with a trembling voice: "I can make a suggestion to the Central Counterrevolutionary Committee to make you the top political commissar of this war zone.
I am willing to vote for you at the most important conference.
I just ask you not to kill me, my future shouldn’t end here.”
The faces of the soldiers in the audience who were originally bribed by the Provisional Counterrevolutionary Committee have also become extremely desperate.
They looked at the interim president of the Anti-Revolutionary Committee, who was originally aloof and could send their highest-ranking regiment leader, commander, and even general to Siberia to grow potatoes with just one order, like a dead dog being slaughtered.
The barking of the dogs made the despair in their eyes become more pure, because no one wanted to die.
There are only six members of the Anti-Revolutionary Committee left, and they also don't want to die.
The oldest of them was only twenty-seven, and to some extent they were just interest groups with entangled interests.
When faced with the threat of death, they all finally collapsed, crying and begging Prenyakov to forgive them.
Even if it was to go to Siberia to plant potatoes, it would be better than being shot dead on the spot.
"You have made another mistake, haven't you?
If you think that the glory of the Soviet and the authority of the Counterrevolutionary Committee will make me so afraid, I think you will be disappointed."
The Makarov semi-automatic pistol in Prenyakov's hand also fired.
His trigger had been lightly pulled by his finger, but after the bright muzzle flash, there was another flower mixed with blood and brain.
The smile on his lips became brighter and brighter, and the Makarov semi-automatic pistol in his hand was already firing one after another.
At this time, the seven young members of the Provisional Suppression Committee had all fallen into the flower of death. .
Standing in the command center that was already filled with the strong smell of blood, Prenyakov casually threw the pistol that was still emitting a faint smoke into the pool of blood.
And his eyes looked at the horrified companions in front of him, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became higher and higher: "Then, now I will lead everyone to a new Soviet, do you agree or not?
" His words seemed to be a pun, but the local elites of the Soviet Union, who seemed not to understand the meaning at all, also bowed their heads, as if to express their surrender.
All the military forces in the entire Queen Charlotte Islands have also unconsciously undergone some significant centralization with Plenyakov's authority.
Armored vehicles have been transported quickly along with the warships in the Soviet mainland.
Brand-new tanks have also officially entered the camp that has been built long ago.
The elite infantrymen organized into regiments have also set up camp in the open space outside the port, and the tents have been properly placed, as neatly as the camping cabins planned in advance.
The troops arriving in the Soviet Union were quickly disorganized and reorganized in the name of the Central Counterrevolutionary Committee.
Not only did they disrupt each other's formations, they also incorporated the outpost regiments that had already lost their commanders and were like scattered sand.
The entire Soviet war system reawakened, and in almost half a day, brand-new troops were established in the Queen Charlotte Islands.
Although due to the dispersion and adjustment of the troops, their combat capabilities appear unfamiliar due to unfamiliarity, but once they are tempered, the more powerful Soviet armed forces will reappear on the Pacific coast of North America.
Even as more and more troops are transported and assembled by warships, the current outposts have relied on Canada's ocean ports to establish naval bases and powerful naval forces on the other side of the Pacific.
A month has passed like this, and the entire Canadian Rockies are still balanced and kind, like a kind old man, welcoming anyone who is willing to come.
But as part of the control of the Rocky Mountains, the Canadian military has completely abandoned this complex environment, except for a few cities.
Instead, there were some US federal troops, the Soviet frontline troops, and the US special forces who were mysteriously surrounded by the three forces.
The oil pipeline has begun to be constructed and extended in the oil fields of the Anchorage Line of Defense, and oil pipelines in the US federal territory are also being laid.
However, in the Soviet-occupied land in the middle, and in the mountains actually controlled by Lister, there are plans for oil pipeline laying.
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But it has not been put on the agenda.
On the contrary, the Soviet Union's increase in troops in the Queen Charlotte Islands also aroused deep fear in Canada and the United States Commonwealth, as well as greater military strength.
And in the Soviet frontline theater in the Bering Strait, countless steel torrents were ready, and they were also preparing for their charge mission.
Even in front of them was the Anchorage defense line that had been repaired long ago, but before them In my eyes, this is just a torrent of steel covering up the past, a little bit, not even a difficulty, yes, a small activity s: The baby was born this afternoon, weighing 58 pounds, just in time for the Dragon Boat Festival.
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He was born after a thousand years of Qu Yuan.
He came into the world at 2:58 in the afternoon.
His black pupils opened for the first time, and his voice shook all directions.
He weighed 5.8 pounds and had a strong body.
Standing by the side, the doctor was half-kneeling on the ground.
They all bowed their heads and praised him, saying, "What a good man."
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