Chapter 761： : Dudayev, it's time to sell

The whole front line is in chaos!

This is like a frightened bird, but it is only within a part of the front line. Fortunately, it did not cause a large-scale war, but it also annoyed the senior generals of both sides. No one wants to fight anymore. Who will shoot first?

After checking and checking, they found the sergeant Han Han.

Dudayev took the message from his subordinates, "Nikolayev, male, 29 years old, Russian." When he saw the following words, his face showed undisguised disgust, although he knew, This news is not necessarily correct, but exclusion of ethnic Russians is political correctness.

This is also the thinking of the people below. Could the Chechens be wrong? You can never go wrong with Nahejo!

People of Russian descent are always wrong.

Dudayev's face was gloomy. He suddenly thought of a secret letter. He opened the drawer, and there was a report from the people below. It said that the head of the 32nd regiment of the 7th Division had the idea of ​​mutiny. In fact, he has a quarter of Russian blood. He is more pitiful to the Russians in Chechnya, and has expressed his opinions on many occasions on different occasions.

In the past, when the Soviet Union was in charge, the sword of Damos was pressed on the head, and it was common for the garrisons to be Russians. Very fierce, but now he feels that he seems...too indecisive!

A fierce look flashed in Dudayev's eyes, and he pressed the phone, "Let Horace come to my office."

Horace Pydrov, Chief of Chechen Intelligence, Dudayev's close associate, great socialist nationalist, also a profound anti-Russian vanguard, and most importantly, he once proposed a plan to Dudayev The "Crab Project" is to remove or expel all non-Chechens in Chechnya.

Let them fend for themselves!

At that time, Dudayev was still a little timid, mainly because he was afraid of the intensification of internal problems and conflicts, but now he is at war with those Russians. Instead, they will have problems.

Soon, Horace Biedlov came to his room. This man has a strange appearance in history, and he cannot be said to be a rogue-headed mouse, but he is not a handsome word, and it is not known whether he was born from his heart. The corners of his eyes are a little upside down, like a cold-blooded snake.

Horace Biedlov hadn't spoken yet when he came in. He thought that the boss was looking for him for some "trivial matter" to report to work, but Dudayev's words made him very happy.

"How feasible and successful is Project Crab?"

The greatest wish of a politician is to have his ideas recognized by the higher authorities. This is the continuation of his political life. Even if there are risks, it is nothing to him. Isn’t it just a few people who died on the way?

Les Bidlov wanted to move these Russians to the high part of the Great Caucasus Mountains, where it was even more desolate, and more than 4,000 meters away could be said to be inaccessible.

Throw them out of the main stream of Chechens.

Maybe it was Dudayev who made up his mind, or maybe it was the words of Les Bidlov who had an effect. He squinted his eyes, "I will leave this matter to you, and I will let the army cooperate."

"Okay, sir! I will definitely do it beautifully!" Les Bidlov's eyes lit up, this **** wolf U has been released from the cage by Dudayev!

When Les Bidlov walked out of the office triumphantly, the killing would start from now on!

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Les Bidlov did not disappoint Dudayev either. The first person he attacked was the head of the 32nd Regiment of the 7th Division. He directly led the intelligence department to arrest the opponent on the front line. The name was: Attempt to To overthrow the Chechen regime, and he also pretends that his blood is one of the evidences that he will be biased towards Russia.

The other party definitely refused to be caught without a fight. This is simply the reason for the joke. The other party just made an excuse, and then was ordered to be beaten to death by Les Bidlov!

He announced his "guilty" and Dudayev's orders in front of the soldiers.

When the generals were killed, a white terror began to spread. There were soldiers in Grozny who pulled out the Russian women who were cooking and shot them to death.

Robbery, insults, **** can be seen everywhere.

The news quickly reached Mark Lee's ears, faster than the Russians.

"Fuck, what is he going to do?" Mark Lee couldn't believe it. He actually dug his own grave at this moment. Didn't he kill himself? What the hell, is your surname Jiang?

He can't be allowed to go on like this. If he goes on like this, he will definitely play himself to death. This is of no benefit to the branch company at all.

He called Dudayev to inquire about this matter, but the other party said indifferently, "This is our private matter, and we don't need to answer you at all, Mr. Mark, don't you even want this?" Do you care?"

Before Mark Lee could speak, Dudayev snorted unkindly, and then hung up the phone forcefully. Listening to the busy tone on the receiver, Mark Lee felt stuck. Why did this guy suddenly change his personality? What's going on in it?

But even if his wife died, he didn't care about Mark's affairs now, and he had to convey the news to the boss as soon as possible. He checked his watch. At this time, it should be past twelve o'clock in the evening in the United States.

Mark Lee hesitated for a while, but still called the boss.

The caller was Secretary Hester Theodore, who was also sleeping, but when he heard the call from Mark Lee, he expressed his anxiety, got up quickly, and went to the next door to knock on the door.

Boss Tang is still very serious and responsible for his work. The water surface has always been shallow. When he heard the knock on the door, he got up and opened the door in his pajamas.

"Boss, Mark's call." Hester Theodore said.

Tang Dao hurriedly signaled the secretary to close the door, and walked to the sofa with the phone in his hand, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Mark Lee's tone was very serious, "Boss, Dudayev is expelling Russians from the country, and the methods are relatively violent. If this continues, something serious may happen."

Tang Dao's eyelids trembled. Dudayev is self-destructing the Great Wall. He doesn't know how many Russians are among the Chechen soldiers, but there are definitely not a few. Moreover, what's the point of doing this?

Is it just to show his dictatorship in Chechnya?

Does this idiot think he can do whatever he wants after winning a few battles?

"Boss, what should we do?" Although Mark Lee spoke calmly, he could hear the anxiety in his tone.

Tang Dao weighed it carefully. There was only the sound of breathing on the phone. He knew that Mark must have looked for Dudayev. Come to decide.

How to deal with it.

Could it be that all previous plans to "protect" Dudayev were overthrown?

Tang Dao's eyes flashed, push!

"You don't need to say anything about this matter, I will handle it, and you don't need to worry about Dudayev's protection mechanism." Tang Dao said.

Mark Lee looked at his eyes and immediately understood what the boss meant. He was planning to give up on Dudayev.

Although he wanted to know about the development of the solution, he understood that he would know what he needed to know, and don't inquire about what he didn't want to know, and hang up the phone if he was obedient.

Tang Dao folded his hands and took a deep breath.

Dudayev…

How much is the head?

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