The Red Iron Curtain, from Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Poland to Denmark, from Romania to Great Britain, the people of the European continent finally remembered the long-lost horror in their memory!

Soviets of iron and blood, Soviets of war and steel!

When the curtain of steel fell from Moscow, when the red flag fluttered high in the Kremlin, when the machinery of steel rumbled, the bankrupt workers and capitalists of Europe fell into confusion and fear. Hundreds of millions of people witnessed the roar of the big bald head on Red Square:

"All power belongs to the Soviets!"

The financial collapse, the avalanche of the currency, and the unified financial system that Europeans had spent decades building up were in ruins, and the people who lived here suddenly found that their own ratios, whether in the mark or the franc, or the pound and the euro, were all a puddle of waste paper.

Shake!

Under the tracks of Soviet tanks, shivering!

When the smell of gunpowder of steel wafted from Stalingrad to Poland, the nobles who had been at ease for a long time were terrified beyond measure, and the cold bayonets, the blazing barrels and electromagnetic engines were like a basin of cold water in the cold winter, making these people feel cold to the bone.

There is no hope, no jobs, no bread, agricultural products rotting on the production lines, buried deep in the fields, no energy transportation, no plastic production packaging, and the collapse of the market economy has pulled everyone who tries to save them into the abyss. Even the heating and electricity are difficult to run because of the lack of conditions.

Europeans survived the coldest and hungriest winter of their lives.

At this moment, the financial industry did not save them, there was no capital operation, and the Luxembourgers lost all their assets and had nothing. The Danes burned stock slips and currency for warmth. The cold winter of the economic crisis has destroyed all countries without an industrial system, and at this moment, despair and confusion have made them fall into the abyss.

Ukrainians, enjoyed this life since. In the happiest of times, the neatly lined up Soviet troops and clone soldiers, driving them out of their homes, stuffing them into exoskeleton mechs, and driving them into factories. In the cold of winter, they drank nutrient solution and vodka, drunkenly enjoying the factory, the warm boiler.

No currency, no transactions. Collective labor and rationing made Ukrainians tremble under the whip and boots of the Soviet Union, and the slightest problem of the economic crisis was crushed to slag in the face of a powerful system. Intellectuals and politicians, neatly hanged in the parliament, or stuffed into trains, transported to Siberia. The rule of steel has come here.

Dozens of nuclear fusion energy power plants. On the vast land of the Soviets, tens of millions of tons of seawater were continuously pumped out from the three oceans and four seas to provide deuterium for nuclear fusion. Magnetized water material. Under the strong energy supply, it is molded into the best light industrial material.

Solid gelatinous plasticized water, which completely replaces the role of plastic and ethylene, produces a large number of light industrial products in the factory, and there is no machine for the production of light industry. Then make it with heavy industry. There is no trade, there is no commodity, and there is no need for a market in the face of a strong system.

The Soviets spent a lot of effort, in Moscow, in Stalingrad, in Leningrad, countless large photonic computers were erected, forming an absolutely correct and absolutely glorious communist will, arranging the program of production and development.

What is produced in the machines of the Soviets is the mechanical parts that will be used to replace these machines tomorrow, without hesitation, without fear of waste, replacing the backward with the advanced, and the weak with the stronger. All for the sake of being stronger, all for the sake of the Soviets.

This steely nerve, this chariot-like power, made the world tremble, but when the airship propelled by electromagnetic fluid fluttered high in the sky of the Soviet Union, when the space carriers lined up in a queue, this suffocating force, in the madness of this nation, completely exploded.

They made the world stop bb.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it! In the sky, the sea, and the vast territory of the Soviets, the nascent regime, flexing its muscles, made the whole world mutter: the free and democratic public intellectuals, who closed their mouths and trembled in the light of the system. Liberals all over the world have finally remembered that nightmare decades ago.

The world trembles under the red flag of the sickle, hammer, and hammer.

The desperate propertied people, on the edge of the abyss, made a last stand, and their enemies were not only the sinking market ship, the Soviet power, but also the rising communist movement all over the world. There is also an increasingly advanced level of science and technology, and the productive forces are becoming less and less compatible with their mode of production, which is under strong pressure.

The collapse of the economy has plunged all the efforts of capital into despair.

At the last moment, the 'Dawn Operation', as the last hope of capital, was put forward by various countries. In order to redeem everything in the past and regain the strong vitality of the market, financial experts and capital controllers from various countries held financial talks in London, England, the financial heart of Europe, to make the final effort to rebuild the financial system.

This is the last hope for governments, and it is also the only hope for the restoration of the glory of the past, the only light of the order that once was.

On the streets of London, England, dense sentry posts and armies controlled the city, countless naval formations, aircraft carrier battle groups, on standby in the English Channel, and the alien agencies of various countries, mutant combat units, came to London a month in advance to stand by. The world's elites gather here to fight for the old rulers.

The glory of the past has faded, and in this country where the sun never sets, here they guard the glimmer of the dawn of the birth of the new world.

The sun in the foggy capital is always rare, and even on such an important day, it is gloomy and even a little rain.

Chen Ang held an umbrella, stepped on the stagnant water, walked in front of the gloomy police, there was no one on the street, the gloomy face of the soldiers, standing on both sides of the street, the rain slid down their faces, occasionally a few pedestrians came and went in a hurry, the figure also looked extremely embarrassed, in this depressed street, the appearance of people like Chen Ang, it is still very eye-catching.

There are countless watchers, spying on him in the shadows, and countless weapons aimed at him, and humanity will never let its last hope be destroyed. But Chen Ang didn't seem to notice this, he was leisurely like a tourist before the Great Depression, the Great Collapse, lingering on London's Britannica-era buildings and attractions.

He held on to the walnut parapet and climbed up the steps, touching the ancient bronze bell with his fingertips, the complex gear set, the power source, giving Big Ben a hint of old-fashioned color.

Another bald head, waiting for him on the tower.

When Chen Ang came to the professor, he was looking down on the city, the empty city, with a sense of depression, and the professor's voice also carried an indescribable heartache: "This world should not be like this, this city should not be like this, it should be full of sunshine, laughter, flowers and happiness." ”

The professor turned his head and looked at Chen Ang with a deep sadness: "Peace is not easy to come by, happiness and hope are the same, they deserve our careful care, these are also the things I swear to guard, and I have insisted on it all my life." I will not allow anyone to destroy it for their own selfish desires. ”

"Even if you use war, you have to fight?" Chen Ang asked with a smile.

"Even if it's a war, I'm going to protect it, even if I lose more lives, my students, and my family," the professor said solemnly. ”

"Then I can also answer you, I also have goals and principles, and I will also use war and killing to achieve it, and in order to achieve it, I will not hesitate to destroy peace and crush happiness, as long as they still carry the breath and shadow of the old days, which is the reason for me to break them. I will shape the new world and achieve my goals. ”

The professor bowed his head and said tiredly: "If the old days are your enemy, you should not reforge the Soviet, it has rusted, you should let it grow old, you drag it out of time, you will only make the world, let civilization go backwards." Humanity no longer needs the next Cold War, we don't need to dance on the tip of a knife. ”

"The Soviets are not the old, it is the hope of the new! It is a fist of steel that will shatter everything in the old order and then reforge hope and reshape the world. Chen Ang looked at the shadow of Buckingham Palace in the distance, where the old master was making his last struggle and efforts for his own survival.

"But the Soviets failed, didn't they? Defeat shows its backwardness, the people abandoned it and chose a new world, deception and fear cannot last, and the evil existence of mind control cannot rule the world forever. One day, the awakened people, will destroy this monster you dug out of your grave. ”

"The facts will tell! Professor, in Pandora's box, the last thing is not necessarily hope, but it may also be the end. Chen Ang smiled.

More and more mutants and combat troops have surrounded this ancient attic, where the most powerful army and combat power of all mankind will resist the apocalypse and fight for a glimmer of hope for human society. The professor and Chen Ang stood in the attic, and heard the melodious sound of the bell above their heads, which spread in all directions, to the ends of the earth.

At the grand venue of Buckingham Palace, the legal representatives of the sovereign regimes and financial institutions of various countries pressed the sacred and glorious vote of the old financial system that is absolutely resurrected in the new world. The resurrection of the gold standard gave new hope to finance and money, and the people's wealth, together with the old market system, was abandoned by the capitalists without hesitation and sank into a bottomless abyss.

A new reshuffle determines the redistribution of wealth in this society, and the old order has faded from the broken blood and put on new clothes.

Chen Ang watched all this, watched their revelry, watched them celebrate the resurrection of the old order, all this seemed to be a foregone conclusion, gold as a guarantee, the currency coordinated by all countries of the world, as if it had a new vitality, for the crumbling market and production, injected a shot of strength.

Isn't it worth celebrating that they finally escaped from the sinking ship and untied all ties to the sinking market? The apocalypse seems to have been defeated, this system can be destroyed the first time, but it will never be destroyed the second time, the new system, will incorporate all the unstable factors, will be more brilliant.

The dawn descended from the sky to the earth. (To be continued......)