At this time, the person Long Yun was curious about was in a room not far from the lounge.

The General Secretary’s office, which is located on the middle floor of the underground building, is surrounded by reinforced reinforced concrete walls several meters thick; the entire underground building structure is on a seismic buffer support, equipped with a complete three-defense and survival system, which can provide quite reliable cover during emergency periods such as war.

The supreme leader of the Soviet Union, Konstantin Ustinovich Malenkov, general secretary of the Communist Party Committee, was talking to the heroes of the troops and troops who were coming.

After experiencing the difficult years of the Soviet Union's decline, this burly man in a gray suit was asking the soldiers with a slightly restrained look in front of him about the situation on the front line and their personal feelings about the war.

To be able to go to Moscow to meet the General Secretary, these young people who are good at military skills were still a little nervous and uneasy at first; but in such a relaxed and homely atmosphere, their thinking gradually became active, and the atmosphere in the office became free and harmonious. Seeing the young people's vigorous eyes and rosy faces, Malenkov smiled, but his heart was really heavy.

As the Red Empire, forced to accept this world war, this damn war not only disrupted the difficult pace of the Soviet Union's self-adjustment and revitalization, but also made the defenders of countless countries pay the price of blood and life.

These young people in their prime should have wandered on the park's boulevard with their beloved girls, instead of putting on military uniforms and falling into this cruel war that strangled life. Now, what kind of fate will the living lives he personally meets waiting for them when he returns to the front line covered with smoke?

If everything could be decided by himself, he would probably never allow such an inexplicable war to come.

After the brief talks, he shook hands with the young men who stood up one by one. The General Secretary personally delivered them to the door. After returning to the table and drinking a few sips of water, Malenkov sat on the backrest chair for a while, temporarily putting the complicated official duties and tense strategic situations aside.

He also wants to meet someone alone.

This person, his existence is very important; looking at the gray ceiling, the General Secretary slowly immersed in those memories that were not long ago.

...

Four years ago, the 4205 Hospital outside Moscow.

In a sunny special care unit in the hospitalization department, Malenkov is here to accompany his boss and the last journey of his life after making friends for many years.

After suffering from long-term illness, the elderly man lay on the sickbed, his weathered face was filled with unconcealed tiredness.

Yuri Vladimirovic Andropov, the former KGB supreme leader who was 2.03 meters tall, was indomitable giant who struggled for 11 years in the position of supreme leader of the Soviet Empire, and finally could not escape the call of death. With Andropov's full efforts, the Soviet Union, which was difficult to return, finally had the momentum to reverse the decline; and the unfinished career of this waning old man will be continued by Malenkov.

"Constantine..."

"I'm here, Yuri."

"Come here...I have something to say."

Standing in front of the bed with a solemn expression, Malenkov listened carefully to the old man's words.

To his surprise, on such a dying day, Andropov did not entrust him with national affairs from the beginning, but mentioned something inexplicable, which made him a little difficult to understand for a while.

“‘Rome’…that thing…”

--"Rome"?

In a trance, Malenkov remembered the corresponding meaning of the word in their common experience; but he was a little confused about why the old man was anxious to mention this matter.

"That thing... you must pay attention. Extra... attention," the old man's tone was a little powerless, "My opinion, Constantine, that... that may be the biggest... biggest secret in this world."

After saying this, the old man seemed to have finished explaining the most concerned thoughts and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The contradiction between us and the West is irreconcilable. Constantine, you know...this has nothing to do with ideology; the survival of the Soviet Union has...dignified survival...it must be fought for and defended by itself."

It seemed as if suddenly full of inexplicable power, Andropov's tone became calm; Malenkov, who was standing beside him, also showed a firm look of pain.

Yes, everything depends on your own efforts to defend.

After many years of KGB career, Malenkov, like his best friends, believed in the truth that if a country and a nation do not have a strong sense of self-esteem and self-improvement, then no matter how brilliant the achievements of civilization are, it will eventually be destroyed by the war of the invaders and become a wisp of black smoke in the long river of history.

This world is far from the time of Datong; those opponents who are eyeing the Red Empire are always thinking about how to push it into the abyss that will never be restored. The thorny road is only moving forward without hesitation; the Soviet road is destined to be full of iron and blood baptism. Although the powerful Red Empire is still in internal and external difficulties, it will never be allowed to fall into despair and despair!

From the old man's words, Malenkov took over the trust of commanding this huge country, and he did not forget what he said first, and the unfathomable meaning behind it.

"Rome"...

...

Long Yun, who was taken to the office door by the agent, walked in slowly, had been standing on the side of the desk for a long time.

Just in front of him, the burly general secretary was still immersed in his slow memories; he unconsciously used his consciousness to spy on, and Long Yun probably followed his thoughts and saw the historical fragments that he had never known before.

In this, when he came into contact with the word "Rome", Long Yun was also curious for a moment; but he was soon attracted by the content behind, and ignored the common but crucial word. It was not until after a while that Malenkov seemed to have noticed the existence beside him; his body trembled slightly and broke free from the memories, tilted his head to look at the silent young man.

——Ah! Is this the Air Force ace who has amazing results and has just achieved unprecedented results?

Thinking of this, Malenkov stood up, reached out and shook Long Yun kindly, saying hello:

"Hello, our ace Victor!"

When Long Yun heard this greeting, his first impression was that this man was quite easy-going; but he was still a little restrained, and he just reached out and clenched his powerful hands twice with Malenkov's powerful hands.
Chapter completed!