I Became Stalin chapter 294

I became Stalin chapter 294

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Thousands of people continued to protest in Union Square in front of the National Assembly as discussions on the impeachment bill continued.

The “new Statue of Liberty” they erected, hung with a bouquet of flowers, looked down on the protesters mercifully like a real goddess.

Twenty-one university students, workers, and Communist Party activists who started fasting were now slowly starting to lose consciousness one by one. The bodies of those who had been starving for several days, drinking only water and salt, began to dry out.

The eyes were a little brighter, though.

[The government of the United States of America now enters into force martial law from time to time. Say it again. The government of the United States of America now enters into force martial law from time to time.]

But soon the protesters froze when they heard a chilling sound from an unknown speaker.

“Gye, martial law?”

“What is it? What does this mean?”

[Illegal width… Protesters must disperse immediately. Say it again. Protesters must disperse immediately.]

“Stop the bullshit! We stay here until MacArthur comes down!”

“Wow! go away! go away!”

“What the hell is going on… .”

Meanwhile, the police have been kind to the protesters. Not all police officers liked MacArthur, and many were sympathetic to young college students.

If not, there was no reason to attack the protesters who were peacefully occupying the park in front of the National Assembly building, but not engaging in any kind of violence.

At least the protesters thought so.

Until you hear the roar of a train from somewhere.

[The security of the United States of America is in serious trouble. The US Communist Party, which was ordered by the Soviet Union, mobilized dissident forces and protesters… .]

“Isn’t that the sound of a train?”

“Even so, it’s a train… surely… .”

Although the citizens were trembling with anxiety, they vowed to continue the demonstrations.

“How dare a democratic government established by the hands of the people dare to point a gun at the people! Look! The police and the people out there are all on our side!”

“Right! The secret to freedom is courage! All laws guarantee us!”

[Disband the mobs! Disband the mobs immediately!]

Paba Bam Beep Pab!

However, even those armed with such a strong will were bewildered when a trumpet sounded out of nowhere. The rustling and howling of horses intermingled with the roar of the tank engine.

A man who stood at the forefront of the cavalry, who looked stubborn and dirty-tempered at first glance, drew his sword and shouted.

“The 7th Regiment! Power check!”

* * *

“How beautiful is the back of a person who clearly knows when it is time to go… .”

The transfer of power from Stalin to Khrushchev did not end with mere resignation.

Khrushchev cannot exercise the powerful authority that Stalin had. Stalin was the founder of the Soviet Union and the creator of the Soviet bureaucracy, but Khrushchev had Stalin’s halo, but he did not have the same authority as me.

So I had to clear the way forward. I was able to prevent Khrushchev from spending enough time wrestling with them only by smashing the ‘little Stalins’ at home and abroad, that is, the authoritarian marrow Stalinists.

“Rakosh Machasi in Hungary, Enver Hoja in Albania, and Herlugging Cheivalsang in Mongolia. These three make me hand in advance. Slowly you slay the rest of the so-called ‘Stalinists’ or get them into your hands.”

“Yes! Yes! Comrade Secretary… .”

“And… There are many paddles you can use. Cultural reform—opening up and liberalizing, a sweeping improvement in living standards, and finally… .”

hiccup. Khrushchev was so startled that he began to hiccup.

Cultural reform and opening up! He would not have known that these words would come from Stalin’s mouth.

Well, in the first place, importing American films and sprinkling “capitalist objects” in the Soviet Union was nothing less than cultural liberalization. As you begin to unleash more and more freedom to speak and do art here, you will eventually become a much more free place one day.

“Keep listening. Finally… The release of Gulag prisoners and… Shame on me, let me reinstate those who have been purged appropriately, according to their degree. You’ll need some speed control. But if it lacks political legitimacy, make good use of it.”

“!!!”

“To evaluate myself, what I did… If you hit it well, the ball is 7 days old and the gwaga 3 days. No one has a lesson, but the things I’ve done are so great that your era will be able to do well just by rectifying them well. Read this too.”

Khrushchev accepted the bundle of papers I had given him as if he was embarrassed.

“… About personal worship and its consequences?”

“Well. This is what I wrote one by one myself. If necessary, let the other Politburo members notarize the fact that I wrote it before I retire.”

gulp. I heard him swallow his saliva.

“On Personal Worship and its Consequences.” In actual history, it is a document that Khrushchev himself announced at the 20th National Congress in 56 and attacked Stalin and Stalinism.

Some of those who heard it first had heart attacks and some committed suicide in shock, but what if Stalin wrote it himself?

The document deals with how Marx criticized “personal worship,” and how radically the Stalinist system caused unnecessary bloodshed. Khrushchev’s power base would be shaken if he overtly downplayed Stalin, so he held the reins of criticism to some extent, but the conclusion is the same.

‘Stalin is not infallible.’

How can one uncritically follow Stalin’s line when there are so many mistakes that he has even admitted to himself?

Perhaps the futurists of this world thought of pre-Stalinism and post-Stalinism separately. Stalin in the early years, who ran paranoidally, purged and imprisoned millions of people, and the late Stalin who returned to a moderate level after awakening in the Great Five.

Whatever interpretation the Soviet government promoted, one thing had to be certain.

“All politics should be done for the people, and the ‘very radical’ policies that I have implemented are actually things that were done on the pretext of national security rather than for the sake of the people.”

Now that he was accustomed to these words, Khrushchev was able to nod his head while calming his aching chest.

It was kind of pitiful. Free societies were much more stable than non-free societies. In case of defeat in the power struggle, in a society where purges are scheduled, the bloody power struggle of death and death is inevitable to keep from dying.

However, the process of power transfer will be much smoother if the government regains power by winning the next election and there is no fear of retaliation.

However, the process of moving from an extremely rigid society like the present Soviet Union to a free society was accompanied by severe pain. Those in power in the old system fiercely resist change for fear of being pushed out of the new system or being punished, while radicals who want faster reforms continue to shake power on both sides, insisting on speeding up.

Properly coordinating the two sides and promoting reform to the extent that society does not collapse is difficult, no matter what anyone says. However, Deng Xiaoping actually had the authority of the party elders and was able to carry out reforms according to his will thanks to the mistake of Mao Zedong’s literary revolution.

‘I ended up self-destructing myself with Tiananmen.’

Even China, which had successfully reformed and opened up from socialism, had to suffer the measles of the Tiananmen Square Uprising. After that, the experience of trampling on the people further corrupted China.

* * *

While the cavalry quickly trampled the demonstrators, the tanks were not easily mobilized to suppress the demonstrators.

[3rd Company! 3rd Company! What’s going on without blocking the east quickly!]

“… .”

The ‘New Statue of Liberty’ was brutally trampled under the feet of a cavalry charge and shattered leaving only white fragments.

The protesters resisted by screaming and shouting, but the savage Marines broke their arms and laid them on the floor.

They were all educated as Soviet-directed mobs, and they had to be told to the deaf ears that they threatened America’s security more than ever.

The same goes for tankers. But they were not confident.

‘Is that person a mob for a Communist spy?’

“chapter… There are obstacles and it is impossible to enter.”

[Can’t you bypass obstacles?]

One ordinary man blocked several tanks and just stood there. An ordinary man in a white shirt, black pants, and a brown envelope in his arm.

“Wow… I will try to make a detour.”

The chariot rumbled and tried to avoid him, but the man, who looked very ordinary, moved in the direction the chariot was moving and blocked his way.

The tanks could not advance at all because of the man who could neither crush them nor move them out of the way.

“uh… uh! uh!”

The man now scurried over to the tank and started talking to the soldiers in the tank. His face outside the cupola is just plain simple.

[Remove it now and advance! It’s a command!]

“… .”

“Hey! I… .”

The commander couldn’t even think of anything.

What am I doing here? What is the truth?

No matter how you look at them, the demonstrators who are being trampled down helplessly were not “rioters.”

Is the Communist Party a Soviet spy? It was unknown. But no matter how you look at it, the face you see is just like the uncle next door you see on your way home. It sounded like something from afar, but I didn’t know what to do.

[Advance! Advance! Advance now!]

Finally, the other soldiers came and dragged an ordinary man shouting something. The man in the white shirt struggled and resisted, but he could not stand alone with the strength of several trained soldiers.

The brown bag he was carrying fell to the floor and the food rolled out. Apple, bacon, pancake powder… Maybe he really was an ordinary American head of household. I just passed by and saw the slogans of the protesters and joined.

Maybe even me is a disguise. A camouflage designed to make you feel guilty like this. The tracks of the chariot crushed the envelopes and contents the man had spilled.

“… Obstacles have been removed. I will advance.”

[To quickly subdue the mob!]

There were burnt and broken furniture and tents all over the place. The 7th Cavalry Regiment, famous for its brutal history, demolished the statue of the goddess and then trampled it down.

Those lying with their heads broken, those desperately trying to resist the cavalry, were struck unconscious by clubs wielded by the Marines and carried away.

“You bastards of MacArthur!!!”

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