Black Sea Fleet base in Sevastopol, Crimea.
"General, everyone is here, just waiting for you to pass!" Seeing General Hronopoulos standing by the window of the office, looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the beautiful female adjutant Tayana stepped forward and whispered reminded.
"How is everyone's mood?" General Hronopoulos looked at the Moscow guided missile cruiser not far away, sighed, and asked without looking back.
"I'm very excited. It's been a long time since we all received so many benefits. The senior officers are fine, and the families of ordinary technical officers are almost broke. This time, many people's difficulties have been solved."
Tayana was very excited thinking about the things sent by the Eastern Group.
Having given so many supplies, one million US dollars of his own is nothing in comparison, and the balance of US$800,000 will definitely not be in arrears.
As long as she can deal with the general and send those warships to Xiangjiang, she will become a rich woman.
One million US dollars!
Not to mention my salary, even if I was the general's lifelong lover, I might not be able to get so much money.
After getting the money, I must plan my life carefully and take my parents to settle in Europe and the United States.
Neither Da Mao nor Er Mao can stay any longer. The country that was so powerful in the past has declined to the point where it is not safe to walk on the road, let alone a weak woman like herself who has a huge amount of money.
If anyone found out, even his parents would be killed, let alone him.
You must use the general, while he still trusts you, to let your parents immigrate as soon as possible, and you must get the money as soon as possible.
"General, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Seeing General Hronopoulos standing motionless at the window, Tayana stepped forward and leaned on his shoulder and asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm in a bad mood. When I think of such a powerful warship being sold to outsiders, my heart feels like it's being stabbed by a knife, especially the Moskva.
This is a warship named after the capital, and now it can only park lonely in the port, waiting for its final fate. "Turning his gaze back to the Moskva, General Hronopoulos said to himself.
"General, the current situation has nothing to do with you. It's all the people in Moscow who are messing around, making this powerful country what it is today. Even if you don't sell these ships, they have no use and can only be parked at the dock to rust.
Not to mention Jiang Lang, they don't need guided missile cruisers, they only need guided missile destroyers, frigates, anti-submarine warships and other warships. Leave the Moscow to the deputy commander.
He is eyeing your position and has long wanted to overthrow you. There is no point in you staying. It is better to leave as soon as possible to give you and the officers and soldiers who follow you a bright future. "
Knowing that General Hronopoulos was remembering the past, Tayana gently advised him to make a decision as soon as possible.
"Deputy Commander, what is he doing now?" General Hronopoulos asked.
“What else can be done is, of course, to file a complaint with Kiev, especially since the living supplies provided by the Eastern Bloc are only given to the Maoist soldiers and not to the Ermao soldiers.
The Ermao soldiers headed by the deputy commander were even more unable to sit still.
They want Kiev to uphold justice, share the living supplies provided by the Eastern Bloc equally, and also solve the family difficulties of the Ermao soldiers. "Tayana, who had already made preparations, reported in a low voice.
"The Ermao soldiers have started to join forces, and they will probably be unable to suppress them soon."
"We used to be in the same family and have been living in peace for decades. Now, less than a year after we have been separated, the conflicts have become fierce and like enemies. We can't wait to fight. It's really..."
General Hronopoulos knew very well what Tayana said, and it was precisely because he knew it that he was sad. Half of his body was already buried in the ground, and it was really painful to have to make a new choice.
"General, don't be sad if things are like this. Everyone is still waiting for you. Why don't I tell everyone that the meeting will be postponed and will be held in two days." Tayana asked.
"No, let's go and say goodbye to the past. From now on, we will only live for ourselves." General Hronopoulos shook his head firmly and said.
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"Vasiliev, do you have any extra kettles? If so, give me some and I'll replace them with cans for you?"
"There are some more, but I don't have many. I will give you twenty at most. How many cans would you exchange for them?"
"Can't you exchange one for one? I'll trade you ten cans of apples and ten cans of pineapples for twenty water bottles."
"There are only twenty cans. It's too few. Add ten more cans of oranges. There are many people here who want them, so I want to ask you for some."
"Okay, I'll give you ten more cans of oranges, but hurry, my brothers are all waiting to get them. The damn logistics department can't even guarantee common items like kettles."
"Petrov, just be content. Don't you know what's going on outside? The fleet's supplies have long been cut off. During this period, we have been relying on the previous inventory and selling junk.
The logistics department is also a skillful woman who cannot make a meal without rice. Even if you fry them in a frying pan, there is nothing you can do. "Can the officer named Vasilyev defend the logistics department?"
"Of course I know that the logistics department is in trouble, but there is nothing we can do about it. My brothers are all screaming. If I hadn't seen them, they would have dismantled the warships and sold them for parts.
Fortunately, the commander got these materials, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to hold them back. "Petrov said.
"It's the same here. The monkeys below have their eyes glowing green during this time. If they don't provide supplies from above, they might even sell me, the captain."
Vasilyev sighed and said, "Petrov, you said where did the commander get so many materials, but I asked about it and it was the Eastern Group that delivered the goods.
They have been very prosperous during this period, and they have changed a lot of things. Do you think they will be commanders? "
Vasilyev did not continue, but pointed to the warship on the pier outside the window.
"Who knows, but if the emperor doesn't demolish the hungry soldiers, and the superiors don't pay wages, everyone can only think of ways to do it on their own, but I heard about it." Petrov said in a stressed voice.
"I heard that over there in Ermao, the troops are so hungry that they sell whatever they see."
"It's not true what I heard." A potbellied officer who looked to be in his forties came over and said, "I have a brother who is the deputy division commander of the 36th Army. I heard from him that the combat readiness arsenal has been opened.
As long as you have money and stuff, you can buy whatever you want, whether it's airplanes, tanks, or cannons. "
"Is it true, Ivanov, that the war arsenal is open?" Vasilyev asked.
"I'm just lying to you. If you don't believe me, call and ask your friends in Ermao. Then you will know whether what I said is true or false." Ivanov snorted.
"I really don't know how the country became like this." The officer who called Petrov got himself a glass of water, took a few sips, and sighed, "In less than a year, everything has been turned upside down."
"Yes, it took less than a year." Ivanov nodded. Obviously, he was absolutely convinced that what happened in the past year was too fantastic. There were millions of soldiers, and there was no war or large-scale incident. Demonstrations across the country disintegrated quietly.
"Tell me, if the commander is really reselling warships in the fleet, do you think we will support or oppose it?"
Ivanov's words silenced several people, and Petrov, the youngest, looked at the conference room.
The hundreds of officers present gathered in small groups to discuss.
The topic is either the army reselling arms, the materials distributed some time ago, and whether the commander wants to resell warships. I called everyone here today just to show off.
Apparently!
No one who can be a captain is an idiot, they are all monkeys and monkeys.
"I don't know whether what the commander did is right or wrong. I only know that people will starve to death if they don't eat. If they don't pay wages below, I'll know how to find a way. No matter how good the warship is, it can't eat." Petrov was the first to break. deadlock.
"But these warships are the property of the country. We rely on them to protect our country. How can we sell them off casually or to private individuals." Vasilyev, the oldest, retorted.
As a modern-class destroyer, Vasilyev is already forty-six years old. At nearly fifty years old, he is relatively conservative in doing things. He does not want to lose his security in his later years and commit crimes when he is about to retire.
"The national property belongs to that country. Don't forget that we are still flying the flag of the furry bear. We are the last furry bear army in the world. Now we are lonely ghosts. Grandma does not love me and grandma does not love me.
If you ask me, it's better to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune and get some pension money. But I heard that even in Moscow, the army is still in arrears of wages, not to mention the veterans.
Even if you are a general, your retirement salary cannot support you. Vasilyev, you don’t think that you will still have the energy to do odd jobs on construction sites after retirement.
Or let your son, who has just become a sailor, support himself. "Ivanov sneered at Vasilyev's honesty. During this time, he saw through it.
People who don't do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.
Anyway, the country we have been fighting for so far is gone. Why not use this time to make some money? Not to mention that there is a commander taking the lead. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. What else do I have to fear?
Just make sure your share is not corrupted by others.
certainly!
If the commander eats alone, don't blame yourself for being unloyal and coercing the deputy commander into confessing.
"Vasiliev, I think Ivanov is right. There are no more furry bears. We need to find a way out for ourselves to ensure that we can have enough food and clothing after we retire."
Petrov interjected, obviously he also agreed with Ivanov's opinion, use the time when you still have power to get more benefits, otherwise it will be too late when you retire and become an ordinary person.
"Quiet, the commander is here."
Just like looking at the wind during self-study classes in school, while the Maozi officers in the conference room were talking to each other about opening time, several people were always paying attention to the outside.
Seeing General Hronopoulo walking towards the conference room accompanied by his female adjutant, he immediately reminded everyone.
moment!
The noisy conference room was extremely quiet.
Everyone returned to their positions and stood still, waiting for the arrival of General Hronopoulos.
"stand up!"
With a shout!
All the officers in the conference room stood up and welcomed General Hronopoulos.
"sit down!"
Seeing the uniform movements, General Hronopoulos nodded and stretched out his right hand to signal everyone to sit down.
"You are all brothers who have been with me for more than ten years or even decades. I trust you 100%. I called you here today because there are several things to discuss, which are related to the Black Sea Fleet and our name."
General Hronopoulos glanced at the officers present and got straight to the point.
"Commander, I am a rough man who only knows how to fight. I have been with you for almost twenty years. I will say whatever you say. I am still your soldier. Let's forget about using my brain."
Major General Leonev, commander of the destroyer squadron, stood up and said.
"No, what I'm talking about is not a war. It's about our future. It's your own business. You can only make the decision yourself. I can't do it for you."
General Hronopoulos shook his head, motioned to Tayana to send the printed document, and said:
"This is the content of the negotiations between Moscow and Kiev on the Black Sea Fleet. Although it is not final, it is very close. You can take a look and let me know if you have any ideas."
"Commander, this is too much. We need to massively disarmament, leaving only one-third or even less of the personnel. What about severance pay? Do we have pensions for everyone?"
Looking at the disarmament plan in the document, Vasilyev stood up and asked, "Is this document true?"
"You can judge for yourself whether it is true or not. All major military districts are now undergoing large-scale disarmament, even the most powerful Baltic Fleet is no exception, let alone our Black Sea Fleet.
As for severance pay, I'm sorry there isn't any.
Now neither Moscow nor Kiev gives us military spending, not even daily expenses, including severance pay, and as for everyone’s pensions.
If you are willing to retire, I will fight for everyone and try to get a higher level. "
"Try your best to get as much pension as the commander can give you." Vasilyev asked.
"I don't know about this. I guess they were given to everyone according to the furry bear era." General Hronopoulos said.
"This is issued to everyone according to the era of woolly bears. Why doesn't Moscow die?" General Hronopoulos' words completely exploded in the conference room.
Strictly speaking, the Mao Xiong era attaches great importance to the treatment of military personnel, and the pensions of military officers are among the best in various industries. If it were the Mao Xiong era, everyone would definitely be happy.
but now!
The depreciation of the ruble is really severe.
It depreciated more than ten times in a short period of time.
What’s even scarier is that there is no low point!
If pensions were paid according to the era of the furry bears, everyone would be dead.
"Everyone can discuss whether you are willing to accept the order from above. If you are willing, report to Tayana. I will report your names as quickly as possible."
Seeing the voices of opposition rising one after another in the conference room, General Geronopoulo knew that the plan was half successful. Now he just wanted to bribe everyone and let everyone sit in the same boat with him and strive for a better future.
(End of chapter)
