On the evening of November 1, it was 11 o'clock Tokyo time. MacArthur wore a faded khaki military civilian uniform in a converted apartment from the former U.S. Embassy in Japan. Gloomy assembly room. He sat near the fireplace, on the couch, with his famous corn stalk and big pipe, caressing his dog at his feet. At the age of 65, he is already standing at the door to the greatest achievement of his life. Nearly all other soldiers by his age have long since entered retirement, and his theatrical and adventurous life seems to be reaching new heights. He couldn't be prouder of himself." Jingle Bell" a hurried phone ringing, breaking the silence in the room. He casually took the phone on the side of the sofa, and the officer on duty at the joint [***] command reported: The 77 task force and the 95 escort blockade fleet of the United States in the east and west bays of North Korea had been attacked by unknown one hour ago. The situation is very critical, and I am also at Suwon and Gimpo airports in the south of North Korea, "Enough, what the hell are you talking nonsense?" MacBig said angrily. Then he hung up the phone.

However, the officer on duty at the headquarters immediately called again: "General, something really happened in Korea that shocked the world, please come to the First Building in Tokyo now. There are a lot of things going on here. You have to deal with it personally."

MacArthur put down the phone and got dressed immediately, but he didn't feel nervous at all, nothing to fuss about. Everything is under his control. He drove to his modest office in the First Building in Tokyo. He took out his pipe, put it on, took a match from his trouser pocket, and just lit it. Several staff officers on duty rushed in despite the obstruction of the office secretary, and each of them brought the confidential folder in his hand to him. shouted loudly, "General, Navy Urgent!" "Commander of the Eighth Army, Lieutenant General Walker, urgent" "This is an urgent letter from the Air Force, the Central Committee reported that North Korea" "South Korean President Lee is urgent"

All kinds of hurried urgent shouts. Stimulates MacGreat's eardrums and makes his head bigger.

These confidential officers from various departments are anxiously waiting for him to sign for the receipt. to prove that the urgent item was in your hands without delaying for a minute.

The majesty of this Emperor Mackthe Great has reached the pinnacle, and his temper is even greater, if he usually no one dares to be so presumptuous in front of him.

With a "snap", he dragged the matchbox in his hand on the desk, "You all get out of here!" And then roll in one by one. MacArthur roared angrily.

He first took the telegram from the officer on duty who had called him, and with a quick look at it, he closed the file and said to the officer, "Jack, do you think this is possible?" I didn't believe it at first, but I checked it myself through several departments. That's true," replied the officer, known as Jack, cautiously.

"Alright, Jack, you go out and collect all the pieces."

He took the registration form and quickly signed his name and time. Then he picked up the thick stack of telegrams in front of him, and quickly read them, and he was completely stunned by the contents of the telegrams.

Five aircraft carriers. Two airports. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese launched an all-out attack from the east, south, and north, all at the same time. I didn't know anything about it beforehand. Without the slightest awareness. How is this possible?

His first instinct was if all this was true. Then I'm completely finished. His own reputation was ruined. Fail. A complete failure. I don't even have the capital to get it back. It was not only China that sent troops, but the Soviet Union also took action. And the two work so well together.

He thought of his meeting with Truman on that tiny coral island in the Pacific Ocean. recalling his own snubbing and disrespect to the president; He thought of it. Truman, Secretary of the Army Pace, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Bradley and these bureaucrats, representing the National Security Council, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the CIA, and the NSA. Explain to him what kind of risks the United States would face if China or the Soviet Union intervened in the war. Although President Truman and his bureaucracy were just as stubborn as he was, they did not heed China's warnings. However, among the people on Wake Island at that time, no one said it, and only he was the only one who said that China and the Soviet Union were not worried. And promised to end this war by the end of the year. He did not hesitate to take the biggest risk of the century, crossed the 38th parallel, and now proved himself wrong. And it's a mess of mistakes; He thought of Miss Anderson, who had hid behind the door and kept a record of it all. Her record was like a ticking time bomb that would put all the blame for the defeat of the Korean War on herself. Destroy your reputation to powder. Damn it! Truman's gang of politicians is despicable.

After reading these telegrams, MacArthur almost despaired, he could not get rid of the mood of vacillation and defeat, MacArthur could not figure out where so many volunteer troops came from, as if divine soldiers had fallen from the sky. He couldn't figure out what it was that knocked out two aircraft carrier fleets and blew up two airfields in such a short time. In the face of this unprecedented heavy blow and the sudden and fierce counterattack of the volunteers, MacArthur was stunned and completely stunned. His dream suddenly turned into a nightmare, and it was no longer a question of how he would annihilate the North Korean People's Army and reach the Yalu River, but how his troops would escape from the encirclement of the volunteers and avoid the fate of the total annihilation. At this time, MacArthur was completely lost from his former appearance, like a frosted eggplant, he had fallen from the apex of optimism into the abyss of depression, from full of confidence and victory in his hands, to panic. He reported to Washington in horror what had happened that night on the Korean Peninsula. Words: He encounters a new, powerful, mysterious enemy. On the one hand, the Eighth Army of Walker's in the west was ordered to quickly disengage from the Chinese and retreat south of the 38th parallel. At the same time, the US 10th Army in Almond in the east, which had already landed, was ordered to quickly retreat to the Wonsan line. The landing operation in Wonsan was stopped without landing, and the landing operation was withdrawn from the sea to Incheon and Pusan.

He even considered retreating all the way to Busan. Withdrew from North Korea.

MacGreat, who had not slept all night, continued to receive the latest reports from the front this night, Tokugawa was occupied by the Chinese, the South Korean Seventh Division was completely annihilated, Suncheon was occupied by the Chinese, Suchuan was occupied by the Chinese, Heecheon was occupied by the Chinese, and most of the South Korean Eighth Division was annihilated! The entire passage of the US Eighth Army's southward retreat was occupied by the Chinese.

The next morning, in a state of despondency, he met in his office with Captain Pierre, the captain of the ship who had escaped from the escort aircraft carrier "Sicily". Listened to the whole process of the attack on the "Sicily".

When this colonel, who was fifty years old, with a somewhat swollen body and a sand cloth wrapped around his head. Due to the physical exhaustion and has been nervous. When he staggered into the office, no one could have imagined how agile he had been when he abseiled last night. MacArthur saw Piel's desperate eyes and frustration. Pierre sat on the leather sofa and picked up a cigarette with a trembling hand. It took three matches to light the shaking cigarette with trembling hands. Then the very uneducated like an addict "hissed" and inhaled the cigarette into his lungs.

"It's horrible, it's a nightmare." Pielle slowly calmed down and said with a palpitation.

He then recounted what had happened: "It was a calm night, the weather was clear, and we recovered the last sortie. As usual, everyone finished their day's work and went into the half hour before bedtime. I handed over the ship to the deputy captain on the night shift, Lieutenant Commander Jackson, and I was in my cabin, after showering, ready for bed. At this moment I heard a loud bang in the stern of the "Sicily", and I hurriedly rushed out with a blanket. Lieutenant Lycente, who was on duty that night, told me that we had been attacked by a submarine. There was a torpedo that exploded more than thirty meters from the stern of the ship, causing no real damage. At this moment, another explosion was heard in the bow of the ship. I hit my head the island. This time we were not so lucky, and the torpedo hit our ship's bow. The sea rushed into the front warehouse, and soon I felt the whole stern of the Sicilian upturned, and I had a premonition that the ship would fail. I saw a plane parked on the deck that had not had time to settle slowly glide towards the sea. I got up from the deck and shouted loudly: I am the captain, Colonel Pier, and I order the entire crew of the "Sicily" to abandon ship at once and leave the "Sicily" quickly. It was at this time that another torpedo was fired in the middle of the "Sicily". Once again, I was thrown on deck. The ship was completely hopeless. According to the usual training, everyone quickly abandoned the ship and left the ship. Pierre closed his eyes in agony, shivering, as if he had returned to the icy waters, and saw the light of the searchlights of the ship that had come to the rescue. Everywhere were scenes of dying naval aviation and silently floating corpses in the icy sea. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "The Sicily sank 30 minutes after the attack. Only more than 300 officers and men of the "Sicily" were able to escape. This is thanks to my wise and decisive timely order to abandon ship and escape, otherwise"

MacArthur was not interested in listening to him here, and interrupted Colonel Piel and asked, "How can you be sure that the submarine torpedo attacked you?" ”

Pierre touched the sab wrapped around his head and said, "I'm not sure. But judging by the signs, it should be a submarine. First of all, from the energy of each explosive device, at least more than 1 ton of ** explosives. What plane can carry such a large bomb? What about flying over us and not being detected by us? In fact, our shipborne radars did not detect any unidentified aerial vehicles. Not only did we not find it, but also the nearby cruiser and the USS "Philippines" aircraft carrier. None of them heard the plane's engines. Secondly: the ballistics of bombs dropped from the air are top-down and should fall on the deck, not below the waterline, leading to a bottom-up attack. It is impossible for the accuracy rate of air delivery to be as high as 2/3 of the hit. Again: there are no enemy surface ships and aircraft within 40 km of us. So according to the method of elimination, I think it can only be a close attack by the new submarines of the Chinese and the Soviets. Do the Chinese still have submarines? So it can only be a submarine of the Soviets."

MacArthur felt he had a point. This must have been the first-hand information of the parties.

"Okay, write a report, and I'll forward your report to the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Tell your living crew to write down everything they know as they are. But tell them to keep their mouths shut about what happened last night, if they don't want to be prosecuted for leaking high-level state secrets. You can go back. As he spoke, he took out a Silver Star from a drawer and pinned it to Colonel Pielle's chest.

He then asked the secretary to report all this to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Pierre walked out of the First Building in Tokyo and took off the medal. "Fuck you" casually threw it into the trash can on the side of the street.