Yang Feng is playing nuclear blackmail.

At the same time that the huge group of humanitarian rescue planes of the Ming army flew towards West Berlin in a tense atmosphere, not only the Yinglong bombers stationed in West Germany took off with bombs, but even those from Mumbai, Imphal, and even the Jeju Island base also took off.

Nearly 200 Yinglong bombers with supersonic cruising bombs were staring at the vast land of the Soviet Union from the Far East to Europe at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, and one after another Yinglong missiles with neutron bombs were ready to be launched at any time.

And not just bombers.

"The Xia No. 1 nuclear submarine is in place!"

A female soldier guarding the radio in the command hall of the General Staff of the Ying Tianming Army shouted.

On the large screen on the giant world map, the location of the Gulf of Oman is lit up with a red light.

Sablin, who was invited here for the first time, was heartbroken, knowing that sixteen nuclear missiles that could cover everything from Tbilisi to Leningrad had been aimed at sixteen cities in the Soviet Union, and that sixteen five-million-ton Qing bombs could wipe out the lives of tens of millions of Soviet people at any time.

"The Xia 2 nuclear submarine is in place."

Another female soldier, who was also guarding the radio, shouted next.

At the same time, a red light lit up in the East Sea in southern Goryeo.

Sablin clenched the telephone at hand, which was the hotline of the Ministry of Defense of the Ming Dynasty and the Ministry of Defense of the Soviet Union, and on the other end of the hotline, Hebald was also holding the phone with a gloomy face, he knew that sixteen nuclear missiles that could cover the vast territory of the Soviet Union from Vladivostok all the way to Novosibirsk, and even the Far East within the Arctic Circle, were ready to be launched at any time.

"The Xia 3 nuclear submarine is in place."

The shouts continued to sound in Ying Tian's command hall.

The northern waters of the Bay of Bengal are lit up.

"The Xia 4 nuclear submarine is in place."

The North Sea lights up.

………

With the continuous shouting of those female soldiers, one by one the red points of light representing the Xia-class nuclear submarine lit up on the map on the big screen, from the Pacific Ocean to the Indian Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean and even under the ice of the Arctic Ocean, it became the nuclear bomb launch base of the Ming Army, ten points of light formed an encirclement that completely surrounded the entire Soviet Union, and 160 long-range submarine-launched missiles with a yield of 5 million tons of Qing bombs were ready to pierce the sea and turn the Soviet Union into a scorched earth.

The bald man's hand trembled a little.

He really felt fear this time, and it was a powerless fear.

His only countermeasure is a handful of less than twenty ICBMs, the vast majority of which are old R7s that are slowly being refueled, and the latest R16, or SS7 ICBMs as NATO calls them, are in the single digits. It is impossible for the former to complete the refueling before the Ming army transport plane lands at Tempelhof Airport, and the launch site of the latter is in Baikonur, and the launch to Yingtian is within the interception range of the first Iron Curtain system that Yang Feng has just deployed.

Of course, even if you can hit the territory of the Ming Dynasty, it doesn't make much sense, because you don't have to wait for them to fall, and the Soviet Union will no longer exist.

"Mr. Khrushchev, is our game going on?"

Yang Feng stood beside Sablin, took the phone in his hand and said.

"Your Excellency, I don't like to play games."

He Bald regained his composure and said.

At the same time he waved his hand at Malinovsky.

The latter immediately understood what he meant, and then picked up the phone and said: "Pass my order, leave two fighters to watch, and all other fighters retreat!" ”

His voice was very loud, and it also reached Yang Feng's ears through the phone in the hand of the bald man beside him.

"Mr. Khrushchev, how about we talk about the next step of cooperation?"

Yang Feng said with a satisfied smile.

After all, the huge annual trade between the two sides has fed a large number of Daming enterprises, whether it is the cheap mineral resources of the Soviet Union or the huge market of hundreds of millions of people in War, it is an important boost to the economic development of Daming, so in the case of He's good performance, he doesn't mind giving him some appropriate rewards.

"Absolutely."

He said with a shrug.

Of course, he understood Yang Feng's intentions, but since he chose to be soft, he definitely didn't mind collecting some compensation.

At this moment, all the Soviet and German fighters in the East German sky who were responsible for intercepting all retreated, leaving only two Yak-25s for close surveillance, and the war clouds hanging over people's heads were swept away, and there were cheers everywhere in the sky and on the ground, whether the Ming pilots or the Soviet and German pilots and the East German people on the ground, all of them gave excited cheers.

No one likes war, especially in their homeland.

The same cheers are also spreading outward, and West Germany, Western Europe, and even the distant United States and Daming, everyone is cheering for the resolution of this crisis.

Although this is still not the real crisis resolved, but it is the first ray of sunshine blooming in the cloudy sky, the European people who have been tormented by the war panic for nearly two months can finally show a reassuring smile at this time, and the Ming army who also brought them peace and the head of state standing behind them have become heroes in everyone's hearts, no matter who they are, whether they like Yang Feng or dislike him, whether they like the Chinese or not, they are sincerely cheering for them at this time, and they are the saviors at this moment.

Especially for the US troops trapped in West Berlin.

Before the first Kunpeng transport plane could stop on the runway, the US military, tormented by fear and hunger, rushed to the front crying as if they had seen their relatives, and the Ming pilots who came down in their arms burst into tears.

Although the Soviet army provided food supplies to the people of West Berlin, it was strictly rationed, and the tickets were issued, in fact, they could not eat enough and starved to death, but they did not even have this kind of treatment, they would not be provided with a piece of bread and a glass of milk at all, and the only thing that could keep them alive was the reserve materials, that is, some emergency field food, but no one knew when the crisis would end, so they could only save their lives, and basically they could only eat half full of disgusting luncheon meat every dayNow, because it is about to run out, it has been changed to each person can only receive less than half of the normal food supply.

The US troops, who had never tasted starvation, suffered from this kind of suffering, and their eyes turned green with hunger, and some of them even ran out every day to hunt cats, dogs, and the like, and even the pigeons flying in the sky, thus making the birds and beasts of West Berlin extinct, and now they have developed to the point of catching rats and eating them.

According to the estimates of the US commanders, even if there is no Soviet attack, the US army will collapse in half a month at most, and in fact, there are already deserters.

Because the troops blockading West Berlin were not allowed to enter, it was easy to leave, but because they knew that the Soviets were forcing the American troops to go on their own, the Pentagon strictly forbade the American soldiers to leave West Berlin, and even required them to stick to their posts and be ready to resist a possible attack by the Soviet army at any time. But it makes no sense that the hungry soldiers should starve in Berlin with the food and wine of politicians and generals in the luxury hotels of New York.

So during this time, it was not uncommon for American soldiers to change into civilian clothes and mix with the common people who also fled West Berlin to flee to West Germany, and then as the food ran out, it was estimated that no matter what the Pentagon's order was, in order not to starve to death here, those American soldiers had to run away on their own.

Now, however, their suffering is finally over.

The U.S. soldiers who rushed to the Kunpeng transport plane tore open boxes full of food like crazy, took out boxes of chocolate, vacuum-packed roast chicken, plastic bags of milk, tin boxes of canned tuna, and even long-lost beer, looking at the red wine that made people cry......

In short, like a group of refugees in a famine......

In fact, they were indeed in the midst of a famine, in short, like a group of hungry ghosts reincarnated, desperately eating and drinking, and shedding tears while eating.

Beside them, those Ming army pilots watched this scene with infinite emotion, and many of them even remembered many memories of their childhood, but now the feeling of hunger was far away for them.

Equally overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness were the hundreds of thousands of remaining civilians in West Berlin, just as they stood on the rooftops of the houses and looked up at the sky during the Berlin airdrop, cheering for the Ming soldiers who came to their rescue, they were also welcoming their friends who saved them the second time ago with the same cheers. The familiar golden dragon emblem, the familiar handkerchief parachute, once again ignited the enthusiasm of the people of West Berlin, who stood on every street, on every roof, at every window, waving their arms, waving the banner of the Ming Dynasty, waving a picture of Führer Yang, just as they waved a photo of another Führer.

This moment is a lifelong memory for many Berliners.

Huge Kunpeng transport planes landed at Tempelhof Airport one after another, boxes of food, medicines and various daily necessities were carried out of the cabin, and then distributed to the US military and the people of West Berlin, and then appeared in the hands of every West Berliner, and soon the whole of West Berlin became a sea of joy.

And in the skies over West Berlin, the Ming fighters in charge of escorting them were constantly circling, showing the whole world the strength of the empire.

In a window of a building in East Berlin, a Soviet general looked at the sky with a telescope, and in the distance there was a faint sound of West Berliners "Führer, Führer!" The cheers of the East Berliners, on the street below him, were somewhat envious glances.

"Is that the result of our efforts? Set up a stage for the righteous of the empire? To set off his greatness with our ridiculousness, to show his valor with our cowardice, to clothe him with a noble cloak with our meanness? What have we become? A group of fools, a group of clowns, a group of jokes who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard. ”

He said hatefully. (To be continued.) )