The Great Kremlin has never been so serious since 1953. Every Soviet ruler who stood here and was about to shake the whole world was thinking quickly. These old men turned sharply, thinking about what they would be next, and a huge storm was coming.

"General Political Commissar!" The guards of the Kremlin garrison saluted Selov who had just walked out of the car. Selov, who was wearing a cloak, nodded slightly, waved his hand to say hello. He crossed the sight of many guards and entered the symbol of Soviet power, the Great Kremlin.

If you guessed correctly, you should be in a hurry now, right? Selov, wearing military boots, walked step by step to the palace where Brezhnev is. As long as he was willing to do his best, the General Secretary could not perform his duties, and the entire Kremlin garrison would completely obey him, as the KGB president, and within ten minutes he could turn the Soviet Central Presidium into history.

"How is the situation now!" He still couldn't do this in the end. There was no need to risk his crime to grab something that belonged to him. Selov's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears. As the eyes of many cadres, Selov, who had a big brimmed hat, walked in step by step.

It was only then that people suddenly remembered that the entire Kremlin garrison troops had always been under the command of the National Security Council.

However, it seems that Selov did not come with malicious intentions, but Chernenko was still a little uneasy. Since he learned that Brezhnev was in a coma, he had informed Selbitsky and Kunayev that the two should have set off.

Chernenko played a time difference before Selov arrived in the Kremlin, which was preparing for the worst. Brezhnev was in poor health and no one could guarantee that the general secretary would still recover this time.

"The General Secretary is still in the process of rescue!" Andropov answered the question of the General Political Commissar. Although he felt a little anxious about the future, the Second Secretary remained calm.

"So what do I need to do?" Selov nodded. The timing is sensitive. It is less than half a day after this October Revolutionary Festival ended. He immediately reported that the General Secretary was critically ill, which would only bring chaos to the country. What's more, the current Central Presidium and other members are not without their own abacus in their hearts.

Even if Brezhnev couldn't stand it this time, the competition for the General Secretary would require a game. Andropov understood that Chernenko also understood, especially Brezhnev's two important confidants, Serbitsky and Kunayev, who served in the local area, was actually not good for him now.

Selov was not the last to arrive. After him, Foreign Minister Gromiko, Defense Minister Ustinov, and Moscow Municipal Party Committee First Secretary Grishin all arrived at the Kremlin one after another. In addition, Jihonov, Chairman of the Council of Ministers, and almost all members of the Central Presidium in Moscow have arrived.

"We still have to do our best to save the life of the General Secretary!" Chernenko argued so both public and private. Before Serbisky and Kunayev arrived, the current balance of power was not favorable. Moreover, Chernenko has always been a subordinate of Brezhnev, and he also hoped that Brezhnev would get through the difficulties and get better.

"Of course, we will do our best to ensure the health of the General Secretary." Andropov replied in a calm tone.

Hearing Andropov's words, Chernenko's heart fell a little. At least the other party was not ready to turn against him.

The big figures of the entire Soviet Union gathered together and waited with different thoughts. All they could do was wait. Waiting for the final result of the General Secretary, every minute and every second seemed particularly long.

Except for Selov, any one can be called old age. It is also a bit unrealistic to stand here and wait. After discussing with Chernenko, Andropov decided to find a few rooms to rest and let the medical staff report the latest situation to them.

In an ordinary room, Andropov, Selov, Ustinov and Gromiko were silent. They still needed some time to calm down, and things happened suddenly. At noon, Brezhnev was still giving a toast. Who would have thought that he would lose control of the entire Soviet Union at once.

Who are they? The three major departments directly under the General Secretary and the Chairman of the Central Supervisory Commission, who monitors the cadre system. The helmsmen of the powerful Soviet departments are all among them. In other words, as long as they decide four things, they are almost equivalent to the General Secretary's decision.

"The October Revolution Festival has not passed yet, and this is really not good news." Selov stretched and looked full of sorrow. Even if he was happy, he would never show it. Time still helped him defeat this cautious and cautious general secretary of the Soviet Communist Party.

"Everything is unpredictable. Destiny depends on one's own struggle, and of course it also needs to take into account the course of history. Although such things happen, it is unacceptable. But we can only wait. The country is facing unprecedented external pressure, and we must stabilize it." Andropov said this without any sorrow or joy.

Andropov's words were very obscure, but they could all understand the meaning. Once Brezhnev passed away, Chernekko and Andropov would definitely have a fight, and the good show had just begun.

"In any case, the stability of the country cannot be interrupted." Selov seemed to be talking to himself, and also to answer others.

They were all senior Soviet cadres. In this state of Brezhnev, they couldn't sleep at all. They were even unwilling to leave the Kremlin, fearing that some latest situations would not be received in time.

At two o'clock in the evening, Serbisky, the first secretary of the Communist Party of Ukraine, appeared in the Kremlin. Four hours later, Kunaev, the first secretary of the Communist Party of Kazakh, arrived in Moscow. The Kremlin was brightly lit at this time, and Brezhnev had woken up and said a few words to others, but immediately fell into a coma. This situation made everyone's hearts sink, and this situation is definitely not good news for an old man.

The news I got from the doctor was not very optimistic, which made everyone worried. For Selov and Selbitsky, who were addicted to smoking, the long wait and concern for the greatness made both of them unable to sit still.

"What's the point of coming here?" Selov stuffed the cigarette into the mouth of the place, and asked in a low voice after lit it. "If the General Secretary really can't stand it this time, will you support Chernenko?"

"No!" Sherbizky exhaled a cigarette and said simply, "From the last meeting, I knew that you, the KGB, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Defense, have stood together. With Andropov, this threat is too terrible. Grishin and Romanov will definitely lean towards you, and we can't win."

"Oh, very honest!" Selov nodded to the Kremlin guards walking past in the distance. It was very slight, but she was also seen by Selbizki. The latter sighed in his heart and said that he had not seen it.

Even the chairman of the ministerial meeting on the same front, Jihonov is not necessarily reliable. Jihonov is a pertinent cadre, and the cadres promoted by Brezhnev have more or less faults. The difference is only light and heavy. Serbitsky and Kunayev are better at serving locally. Similar to cadres like Chernek, Jihonov, and Pavlov, if Brezhnev does not rely on, they are not opponents of these powerful departments.

Shelbitsky just arrived at the Kremlin and almost understood the situation. Now there is only one possibility that Andropov will temporarily restrain himself, that is, Brezhnev will have a miracle and recover.

"If we don't want something to happen, I still think you shouldn't fight against Andropov. This is my personal reminder!" Selov reached out and patted Selbizki on the shoulder and whispered, "I'm all for the sake of that little girl Shelbirova, otherwise you also know that Sulick, Semichasne, Sherest, and Yegorechev's affairs are enough for you."

"You can't deal with it. Even if Andropov wins, it won't be bothered with us." Shelbitsky raised his hand, and the cigarette butts were extinguished in the snow in a graceful arc. "Pressing in the expectation, bigger moves won't be."

Humph! Selov turned around and went back. He was unwilling to waste time with this stinky and hard in-laws. If Andropov had the lifespan of the Go map, you thought you could withstand the new General Secretary's iron fist.

Brezhnev is the General Secretary, and no one dares to give up on the General Secretary's life. However, as the coma becomes longer and longer, many diseases in Brezhnev began to occur, and the most serious heart disease occurs on the second day of the coma. The reports submitted by medical staff are more pessimistic every time, and in the end it means that he is doing useless work.

After two days of rescue, Brezhnev was getting closer and closer to Marx, and eventually all vital signs disappeared.

There were bursts of crying from the rescue room. Now it is the most powerful era in the history of the Russian nation. When the helmsman of this era passed away, the medical staff participating couldn't help crying.

"We need to discuss this matter, and it is impossible to hide it for a long time!" Andropov sighed and suggested, "A plenary meeting of the Central Presidium is held, and the issue of the funeral on Brezhnev's day needs to be discussed."
Chapter completed!