In the suburbs of Moscow, summer nights are always a peaceful and tranquil scene. Fireflies in the deep grass on the roadside cling to the branches and leaves, emitting dots of light green light, echoing the twinkling stars in the sky. Suddenly, the ground began to shake slightly, and the fireflies in the grass flapped their wings and flew up, and the vast field that was originally dim was swaying with fireflies.
The roar of wheels rolling on the road came from afar, and three black jeeps sped towards the direction of Moscow. Yanayev, sitting in the car, was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful scene. A few kilometers ahead was the location of the ambush on Yeltsin, an important section of the road from Yeltsin's suburban villa to Moscow. This section of the road was the only desolate section where there would be no witnesses.
For this ambush, Yanayev even informed the Minister of Internal Affairs Pugo in advance that when Yeltsin was attacked tonight, there would definitely not be a patrol car nearby. Of course, the senior officials of the KGB Technical Bureau also set up a radio jamming system in the area. For safety reasons, Yanayev did not tell them who he was going to arrest.
Yeltsin is now like a prey slowly walking towards a trap.
"President Yanaev, we have arrived at our destination." The GRU soldier in the passenger seat turned around and called him. Yanaev, who was still lost in thought, came to his senses and nodded to the soldier. Then he felt a wave of heat coming, and the door of the jeep was opened. Under the protection of the GRU soldier, Yanaev got out of the car.
There was a hint of heat in the air, and in the darkness, besides the symphony of frogs and insects, there was only the calm breathing of the conspirators. Several agents had been lying in ambush on this road, and Yanayev saw them tinkering with something on the side of the road.
A guy who was obviously the person in charge immediately walked up to Yanaev when he saw him and greeted him respectfully.
"Comrade Vladimir, you've worked hard." Yanaev patted him on the shoulder and smiled. This young man, who served as the chairman of the International Liaison Committee in Leningrad, was unexpectedly promoted by Yanaev a year ago and transferred from Leningrad to serve as his office secretary. When everyone thought he would become a rising star in Soviet politics, Yanaev unexpectedly chose to let him stay silent for a while and plan some shady black operations for him. After all, Putin, the future president of Russia, was a KGB agent when he was young.
Putin was a little surprised that Yanaev addressed him by his name so directly and friendly. He picked up a C-4 plastic explosive filled with wires and said to Yanaev, "We set up this simple explosive device on the roadside to destroy Yeltsin's motorcade. From previous observations, we can conclude that Yeltsin's protective motorcade usually consists of four black cars. The C-4 explosives ambushed here can destroy the first car in the motorcade, forcing the motorcade to stop. Then the agents ambushed in the bushes behind will use RPGs to destroy the last car. In this way, the motorcade in the middle will be stuck."
"This stretch of road has a wide field of vision, so I have arranged machine gunners on both sides of the road. No matter which direction they get off the car from, they will be suppressed by powerful firepower." Putin picked up a heavy PKM general-purpose machine gun. This machine gun that fires 7.62mm caliber bullets will definitely become a nightmare for Yeltsin's bodyguards. "Considering the bulletproof performance of the presidential seat, we have also prepared GP25 grenade launchers. If Yeltsin is unwilling to surrender, he will be reduced to charcoal."
"It means that if Yeltsin uses an infantry fighting vehicle, we can also blow him up?" Yanaev was very satisfied with the rigor of Putin's assassination plan. Of course, Yanaev also owed a huge favor to GRU commander Yegor. If he hadn't secretly transferred arms to Yanaev, the assassination might not have been possible.
"In theory, yes." Putin said seriously.
"But now we only need one bullet to set the entire Soviet Union on fire," Yanaev said slowly.
Four black cars stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the White House in Moscow like roaring steel monsters under the cover of night. The bodyguards in the cars were all holding AKS74Us, protecting Yeltsin like stars surrounding the moon, and were alert to the movements around the road. At this time, Yeltsin in the car was already in turmoil. He informed his political allies in advance that the top leaders of the Soviet Communist Party would launch a coup, and actively mobilized the remaining military forces. However, most of the calls he made were busy. At this time, he realized that the Emergency Committee was faster than him, and some of his military supporters might have been controlled.
Yeltsin straightened his suit, ready to enter the White House and engage in a long-term standoff with the Soviet coup leaders. Once the coup turns into a long-term confrontation, Yeltsin will have more chips to win. Not only can he incite the ignorant masses in Moscow to act as shields for him, he can also incite the army to mutiny and the member states to split. Anyway, there are always many people who want to get a piece of meat from the dying red beast, and everyone will push down the wall.
The agent sitting next to him said to Yeltsin, "President Yeltsin, something has happened. We can't contact the outside world now. It seems that someone has deliberately blocked the radio wave signals in this area."
Yeltsin frowned. He moved his body and tried to maintain a comfortable posture. He put his hands on the leather sofa and turned to the agent beside him and said, "Confirm again."
"OK."
"boom".
As soon as Yeltsin finished speaking, a dazzling ball of fire suddenly burst out from the ground of the car in front, lifting the steel monster weighing several tons to a height of more than three meters. It then drew an arc clumsily in the air, and the upturned body slammed to the ground. The sound of the exploding fuel tank was like the wail of a giant beast before its death.
"Sobeautiful." Yanaev, who was hiding not far away and admiring the fireworks feast, said with emotion.
The jeep at the back seemed to want to retreat, and the agent who had been ambushed suddenly stood up from the bushes, carrying an RPG on his shoulder and firing a rocket at the back of the jeep. In the darkness, only a dazzling tail flame could be seen flashing across a distance and hitting the jeep hard, instantly turning the entire vehicle into a burning fireball, and the raging flames turned all the people inside who had not yet evacuated into a huge coffin.
The car in the middle wanted to run through the bushes on both sides of the road. The ambushed person pulled the trigger, and the PKM machine gun's continuous flames directly turned the tires of the car into a pile of black rubber, but soon the machine gunner found something wrong. This car could actually withstand the bullets of the PKM machine gun. The machine gunner did not dare to slack off, and suppressed the agents in the car with the most powerful firepower, and then rushed in from all directions, slowly narrowing the encirclement, leaving the people in the car with nowhere to escape.
"The bulletproofing is good. It's comparable to Shevardnadze's bulletproof Mercedes." Yanayev turned to Putin and asked, "Is this situation within your consideration? I said in advance that I want Yeltsin's body intact."
"Of course." Putin said in a steady voice, "I believe the KGB has enough experience to deal with this situation."
After that, a loud bang sounded from the bushes beside Yanaev, as sharp as someone detonating a grenade inside. Then Yanaev saw the car window glass shattered instantly, and a pool of blood that was not very obvious in the dark night splashed on the broken car window. Then this chilling sound came from the bushes again, and the bulletproof glass that the 7.62mm bullet could not do anything to was cut by the bullet of this gun like jelly.
"We also carry large-caliber anti-material sniper weapons to prevent unnecessary situations like this." Putin put down the binoculars, and the gunfire gradually became less frequent, which meant that everything was over.
"Let's go and visit our old friend Yeltsin." Yanayev stood up, dusted himself off, and walked down the hill. He couldn't wait to see Yeltsin's desperate and horrified expression before he died.
The machine gunner continued to fire at the palm-sized bullet hole with his PKM until there was no movement inside the vehicle. In fact, in such a confined space, ricochets alone could kill everyone.
Yanayev, who was originally full of anticipation, was greatly disappointed when he saw the scene inside the car. What appeared before him was just a presidential car full of dead agents. The cunning Yeltsin was not in the car, and the pungent smell of blood forced him to cover his nose.
"Yeltsin was not in this convoy, but took another route." Putin clenched his fists. In fact, the GRU soldiers had not noticed that an inconspicuous Volga passed by them and sped towards Moscow