Chapter 321: The World Destroyed in 1944 (1)
As a leader, Miyankov should indeed have such blood and courage, but it should not be shown in such a place.
Sometimes, in the face of a powerful enemy, hitting a stone with an egg is not courage, but recklessness, and the direct consequence is the total annihilation of the army, which becomes the laughing stock of history.
From a psychological point of view, after Miyankov has been suppressed for too long, there will always be such a huge emotional backlash, rushing from one extreme to the other, and the left and right are all wrong, and it is impossible to get the right shot.
Before Mrs. Ice spoke, she glanced at me, "Well, this...... Our strength does not seem to be enough to fight these mysterious forces...... Although our weapons and equipment are advanced, everything we see in front of us is not something that follows physical logic, so I think that even a nuclear bomb may not be able to cause damage to it...... Mr. Long, what do you say? β
Nukes can kill living things, but they can't destroy air, and similarly they can't destroy souls, spirits, ghosts, and phantoms.
In the face of unknown dangers, the only option is to take a back seat for self-protection.
"My opinion, retreat first, and then turn this place into a forbidden area, study it slowly, and think about it in the long run." I support Mrs. Ice's opinion.
Madame Ice secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the serious expression on her face eased somewhat.
"We have to give an account to the people." Miyankov said sullenly.
"The people don't need to be accountable, Mr. Interim President." Madame Bing immediately retorted, "The people of the country just need to be safe. β
"I have informed the Ministry of State Security, and within an hour, all 70 military experts from the national think tank have gathered in the town of Cheka to vote on the next course of action." Miyankov said resolutely.
Politically procedurally, he did an impeccable job. The interim president does have the power to convene a meeting of think-tank staff to vote on the next steps.
It dawned on me that by doing this, Miyankov directly put the great northern powers in a super-dangerous situation.
The Cheka town is extremely small, no more than fifteen square kilometers at most, and it is an intercontinental* attack area that is 100% covered.
After the think tank personnel are assembled, any hostile country only needs one* to destroy the current head and wise man of the northern power in one fell swoop, leaving the country in a dilemma of having no leader and no brain.
At the speed of a modern military strike, a maximum of forty-eight hours after the beheading* will plunge the entire country into dire straits.
Those who are familiar with global history should not forget the "decapitation operation" in the desert war, and the Pentagon's best thing is the combination of "decapitation, bombing, ground pushing, and search and killing".
"No, the project must be aborted." I didn't think much of it and immediately stopped it.
"What?" Miyankov was a little surprised by my statement. Perhaps, in his ideology, these plans are customized by the high-level participation of the state, and foreigners have no right to intervene at all.
"If you gather the think tank here, the Cheka Town will definitely suffer a long-range attack, and everyone will have no place to die." I can't explain it euphemistically, I can only express it directly.
"Who dares? The air defense forces of our country are among the best in the world...... "Miyankov argued.
"Abort the plan, otherwise, I'll evacuate the Cheka town first." I sank my face.
This is a life-or-death moment, and there is no need to argue at all.
I'm not a military expert, but I have a sixth sense. As long as the think tanks are assembled, it will be the end of the northern powers, and it will also be the death period of the likes of Miyankov and Lady Ice.
Only now do I understand why everyone in the world respects the Falcon Three, because he is a military genius and a political wizard, who has both espionage experience, military theory, and the vision of a great man with political foresight, so that he can govern the big northern country in an orderly manner and flourish on all fronts.
If someone else were to govern, like Miyankov, it would only kill the country.
Compared with the emperors in Chinese history, Miyankov is comparable to Emperor Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, the same is the same unknown situation to hit the stone with an egg, the same stubborn self-use does not listen to dissuasion, and the same ignorance does not know the depth.
I believe that if Miyankov insists on going his own way, his end will be like that of Emperor Chongzhen, and his death is not far off.
Mrs. Bing tried to play a round: "Mr. Long, if you have something to say slowly, I don't understand it, you mean, the enemy will launch a surprise attack?" β
I nodded, "Think more about the decapitation." β
"The Pentagon would not dare to do that, the northern powers have enough strength to carry out 'reciprocal destruction' with each other......" Miyankov cried, but his voice was noticeably lower an octave.
"Before you speak, think about whether what you say can stand?" I said coldly.
When it comes to the question of "whether the Pentagon will dare", I have the best reason to express my opinion. Before the outbreak of the Desert War, any international observer, head of state, and even ignorant people were convinced of the fact that "the Pentagon did not dare to fire the first shot."
Experts and ordinary people have bursting self-confidence, thinking that they have seen through the Pentagon's style of acting in a fierce and inward-looking, thunderous and rainy manner. Moreover, at that time, both sides were under the pressure of the United Nations observer mission, and public opinion held that it was impossible for the United States to abandon the observer mission and directly exchange fire in private.
As a result, the decapitation operation began, and the Pentagon successfully flexed its muscles in front of the global human race, and the navy, land and air forces came out together, and the red dragon fled.
If Miyankov does not listen to my advice, in the blink of an eye he will become the second red dragon and become a sinner for the destruction of the country.
"It's ...... This is my country, this is my power, this is my territory......" Miyankov's mood became irritable, and his hands, which had been in his pockets, were withdrawn, clenched into fists, and trembled and waved at his sides.
"This is not your country, this is the common country of the people of the North." I reminded him again.
The state always belongs to the people, not to any one person. As the head of state, president, and leader, he will always exercise state power only under the supervision of the party and the people, and at all times, the interests of the people must be the primary consideration, not the reckless acts of individuals.
The great northern country is a democratic country, and when any president came to power, he swore in accordance with the constitution* that he would put the interests of the country and the people first, and would never give prominence to the individual and would never seek his own welfare.
Miyankov's pale face gradually turned a terrible purple, and his fists were raised above his head, waving vigorously in midair: "Shut up, shut up, this is the state affairs of your country, you don't need to intervene, you don't need to talk too much!" β
I took a step back and didn't continue to provoke him.
From the perspective of the international situation, it is the Pentagon that can benefit from the defeat of the great powers in the north. You know, the Bering Strait separates two countries and two continents, and the straight-line distance is quite short, only a few hundred kilometers. If a Euro-American land bridge were built from there, the two continents would immediately become one. In that way, even the strategic consumption of aircraft carriers will be greatly reduced. In the military reports released by US think tanks every year, the future positioning of the Bering Strait is the top priority.
I can responsibly say that if the military think tanks of the northern powers are completely wiped out in the Caucasus Mountains, something will definitely happen on the other side of the Bering Strait.
In that way, Europe opened its eastern doors to the Pentagon, and all natural barriers collapsed with a bang.
One need only flick the globe to see the Pentagon's plan for global hegemony. When the landmasses of the United States, Europe, Asia, and Africa are connected, what strange things in the world can't happen?
In my eyes, I strongly persuaded Miyankov to retract his fate, ostensibly to help the northern powers get back on track, but in fact, for the sake of the international situation, we must not allow the Pentagon's demonic wind to sweep the world and become a cancer of human destruction.
"Alright, alright, get out, get out, get out......" Miyankov roared loudly.
I silently withdrew, no longer confronting him.
There are dozens of military jeeps, trucks, and off-road vehicles parked on the streets, and if you drive any of them, you can leave the danger zone within half an hour, stay out of the way, and watch from the sidelines.
In ancient China, Master Meng once taught the younger generations that if you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good to yourself. It seems that I can't persuade Miyankov, what I can do is to stay away from danger and let myself live well.
"Mr. Long." The SWAT captain who was escorting the wax figure walked over quickly.
I nodded, but there was nothing to say.
"Mr. Long, according to Mrs. Bing's order, I put that guy in a temporary prison and sent heavy guards to guard it. Mrs. Bing said that she would immediately notify the domestic World War II research and analysis experts to come over and conduct a polygraph analysis on this guy. I don't believe that the Nazi leaders are alive to this day, and at the same age, or the same as they were during World War II? This guy must be pretending to be a ghost, tortured down, and promised to confess honestly. The captain said.
I don't want to belittle the other person's IQ, and I don't want to lower my own, so I just laugh and don't respond much.
"Mr. Long, that guy just said that the earth should have been destroyed as early as 1944, torn apart, exploded into hundreds of pieces, and completely disappeared into the dark solar system. I asked him why the Earth was fine now, and his answer was that something had happened and that it was being remedied, and that the plan would soon be re-executed. The captain said.
"Interesting conversation - how did you answer him?" I asked.
"I ...... I don't know, what he said seems to be true, so many things happened in World War II, how many things he said, all of them ...... It's all very accurate. The captain replied hesitantly, his eyes full of confusion.
I nodded, and didn't continue the conversation.
There is truth to any puzzle, because it has actually happened. It's just that, in order to justify themselves, historians vaguely use "unsolved mysteries" to cover up their ignorance.
In that year, the troops of the northern powers invaded the chancellery in Berlin, saw charred bodies in the basement, characterized them as "Nazi leaders*", and collected a large amount of human and material evidence, which made this conclusion very credible.
Now, it is time for the propaganda departments of the great powers of the North to reap the consequences, they have made the Berlin conclusions, and now they must face the "Berlin truth".
"Take me to see him." I say.
The captain hesitated slightly, and shook his head apologetically: "I'm sorry Mr. Long, Mrs. Bing has an order, and no one is allowed to approach the wax figure without her permission." β
I sighed, a little helpless.
Here, everything is in the hands of Miyankov and Madame Ice, and the orders they give are holy decrees, which must be strictly carried out by anyone. No matter how much help I make, no matter how much effort I make, no matter how much risk I take, I am just a "friendly outsider" and cannot make decisions on my own.
"Okay." I smiled, walked over to the side porch, and dragged a wooden chair to sit down.
The captain came over and asked, "Mr. Long, I also want to ask a question, if that wax figure tells me some secrets, such as some souvenirs hidden underground during World War II, is it credible?" Also, if I get these, do I need to hand them over to the state? If I deal with it myself, am I guilty? Of course, if I had fled to Germany or France, I wouldn't have had any of these troubles, would I? β
I read through his thoughts, and there was only one thing at the heart of many of these questions, and that was that the wax figure told him where the treasure was hidden, very detailed, very believable, so the captain had already moved his heart and was ready to defect and go to Europe to become an incognito Monopoly.
"Don't be delusional, you'll die." I punctured his illusions straight to the point.
These great treasures will kill a lot of people, hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands. Only when enough people fill the pit will the treasure surface and reappear.
Someone like him who is bent on making a fortune will be the first to cushion his back, and eventually his bones will be gone.
"I know the secret, I'll look for it secretly, can't I?" The captain was in a hurry, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were blood-red from greed.
"You're going to dieβanytime you ask me, I'm the one who says it." I say.
In the history of mankind, there have been so many treasures, so many tomb robbers and treasure hunters, so many skilled craftsmen, and so many masters who walked on the eaves and walked on the ground, and the results were no different, all of them died on the road of treasure hunting, and they didn't even see the face of the treasure.
"I'm not going to die, this secret...... This secret is known only to me, if I find the axis of the earth, I will be developed, I am the most powerful, richest, and most intelligent person in the world, who is rare to be this broken captain? The captain said.
"Really? If you don't want to be a captain, what do you want to do? Lady Ice's voice rang out from behind us.