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Estonia. Tallinn!

One of the "Baltic Giants."

This is also the Soviet Union's frontline against Europe.

When missiles are placed here, those high-ranking gentlemen become noticeably more polite in their speech and are swayed in their beliefs.

And now, "Tallinn National Square."

A complete ruin!

Garbage everywhere, mosquitoes flying around, and in the height of summer, the stench could drift far...

Even feces!

Are there Indians in the Baltic Sea now?

There had been gatherings here; a group of Estonians hearing about the August 19th coup d'état rose to call for national independence!

And the government was very straightforward...

On August 20th, they declared independence from the Soviet Union!

Which means, this place was no longer a member state.

The reason it took place at "Tallinn National Square" was not only because the space was large enough, but also because it was right opposite the Soviet 65th Special Infantry Military Department in Estonia!

It was also a means of demonstration.

But from August 19th onward, the gates have been firmly shut, anti-aircraft machine guns set up, and sentries fully armed, eyeing the outside with a look of tension, fear, and confusion.

At that time, there were seven or eight young men on the square, dressed in rags, looking like beggars, among them a clearly drunk vagrant, groggy, burping, peeing on the fallen "great mentor" statue.

The unsightly liquid covered the marble sculpture in filth!

Davarri was...

Have you stopped believing in me?

Doo doo doo~

A barrage of horn sounds startled the vagrant, who shuddered and ended up peeing on his feet.

The vagrant muttered a curse, wiped his hands on his pants, turned his head, and saw a Mercedes-Benz car approaching from a distance, the driver handing over credentials, which were checked, followed by a snap salute, and then the gate was hurriedly ordered open.

A capitalist Mercedes Benz drove into the Soviet camp!

People in the square just watched quietly.

They weren't foolish.

To think just these few people would trouble them?

They'd be lucky not to get killed.

The military camp was large, with many garages and aprons visible, and even about 20 T-72 main battle tanks, mixed with T-80s!

The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the building.

A group of people dressed in Soviet military uniforms had been waiting, with Vice Admiral Vyacheslav Gihonov, the head of the Baltic Command and commander of the 65th Special Infantry, standing in the center!

A man with sunglasses alighted from the car, his neat suit outlining his figure properly.

Taking off the glasses, it was Augustine Przybylski!

The Director of Victor's Intelligence Bureau!

"Bondarchuk?" Vice Admiral Vyacheslav Gihonov frowned, unsure.

"Hello, Vice Admiral, good afternoon, everyone~" he greeted with a smile.

Hearing his words, everyone relaxed their expressions and then looked to their leader, eyes filled with a bit of tension.

"Shall we go to the office to talk?" sighed Vyacheslav internally.

"Of course!"

A crowd surrounded him as they ascended the stairs, some directly showing solicitude, asking about his journey, whether it was safe, whether he faced any danger.

Walking at the front, the Vice Admiral with a dark expression, barely refraining from turning around and cursing.

No choice...

The man has money!

Yesterday, he had received a call from a good colleague, asking if he wanted to earn some extra money!

Vice Admiral Vyacheslav Gihonov obviously knew what it meant, it's nothing more than selling weapons!

Of course, sell them, they couldn't even pay the military expenses.

It had been 13 months without pay.

And moreover, it was in Rubles, now wiping one's ass with Rubles feels disgusting, who would use them?

There have been several incidents of armed soldiers demanding their dues, the riskiest being when a Lieutenant took an AK and ran downstairs, shooting recklessly.

No money, what were these soldiers supposed to do?

It's implicitly agreed within the Soviet Union that the military funds itself...

Vice Admiral Vyacheslav Gihonov thought it would be small dealings like selling to local gangs, but his colleague directly said, "Count the tanks and heavy weapons, they'll buy it in bulk!"

!!!!

Has the God of Wealth arrived?

So, he personally led the senior members to welcome him.

Entering the office, the General sat on the sofa and the staff officers stood on both sides, their eyes gleaming.

"Mr. Bondarchuk, this is the list you wanted, compiled overnight," Vyacheslav handed over the summary.

Augustine Przybylski thanked him, took it, and unfolded it.

Holy shit!

T-72 tanks: 436!

AK47: 6000!

Missile launchers, anti-tank missiles, armored vehicles, heavy machine guns a lot, and also 1 million bullets!

This could form an entire core division and a ground-based air defense division!

And at the end, it even listed "Type 613 submarines" 3 units.

"Are submarines also for sale?"

"As long as there's money, anything is possible," said the Deputy Commander quickly.

Augustine Przybylski looked at Vice Admiral Vyacheslav Gihonov, who nodded.

Taking a deep breath, "How do you plan to sell?"

"T-72 main battle tank $1.2 million!" the Deputy Commander extended his finger, "Our external trade price is $2 million, a discount of $800,000!"

Augustine gave a smile that wasn't quite a smile, making the thin-skinned Soviets embarrassed, the Deputy Commander muttered quietly, "How about $900,000?"

"$60,000 each..."

"What!!! No, no, no, that's impossible, absolutely impossible, how could that be, this price isn't even outside!" the Deputy Commander exclaimed.

The other officers also chimed in.

"Yeah, $50,000? It's a tank, not a Mercedes-Benz car!"