Bismarck

Looking at the mustache who habitually spoke at length and Stalin who said nothing, Bismarck sighed helplessly: such a "friendly meeting" with a different heart...I'm afraid war is inevitable...

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Chapter 302: October Revolution Day

In the Kremlin's great living room...

"...So, what's this? A small island country the size of a palm has occupied so much land and proclaimed itself the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, saying that the Queen's territory is spread all over the world... Don't you think this is outrageous!"

With an impassioned, rhythmic, even hysterical and hoarse voice, coupled with just the right amount of body language such as dancing and gesticulation that was almost instinctive, the mustache man's oratory skills were fully utilized, just to convince Stalin and other Soviet leaders sitting opposite him to form an alliance with Germany against Britain.

In the attendant lounge outside the main living room, a Persian cat was squatting by the fireplace with a group of German mission staff, bored, warming himself by the fire while scanning the conference room with his mental power.

Although I don't understand Russian, there are translators for both countries...

"...So, this is unfair! They, a small island, have occupied half of the world, and now they want to occupy the whole world." Perhaps he was finally tired of talking, so he took a sip of water and looked straight at Stalin with a charming smile: "So, how about we unite and overthrow Britain's capitalist colonial rule?"

Stalin was still smoking a pipe, smiling, and remained calm in the face of the mustache man's speech: "Well said, but words alone are meaningless - what are you going to do?"

Still confident, he looked back at the mustache man. The two of them just stared at each other. But Stalin was relieved: As expected, he was a man who had risen from a beggar to the head of state with just his mouth. Even with an interpreter, the tone of this guy's speech was filtered out. I was almost convinced by him...

However, the ball was kicked back to the mustache side, and the mustache could only express his opinion:

"... Regarding this question, I think your country should have an outlet to the tropical ocean. I think Iran and India are good examples. Perhaps you and your country can work towards this direction?" The man with the mustache had the confidence and rhythm of a speech. In order to convince Stalin, he used his oratory skills to the fullest. For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with all kinds of eloquent and exaggerated words...

"The United Kingdom has been weakened by our country and is now half dead. Iran and India are the heart of the United Kingdom and its main resource base... Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, your country can send troops south. We will cooperate with each other and the United Kingdom will be conquered in no time..."

However, unfortunately, after the translator translated his cadences into Russian, the unique cadences and persuasiveness of the mustache speech had been completely lost...

Stalin also basically understood what the mustache guy meant. Although his expression did not show it, he was probably a little angry in his heart: "However, our country's security situation still needs to be guaranteed. In 1939, when you sent Ribbentrop to our country to negotiate the non-aggression treaty between the two countries, the treaty stipulated that for countries like Finland and Romania, out of trust and security considerations between the two countries, you promised not to station troops in these two countries. But now, your troops are stationed there!"

At the end, Stalin emphasized his tone a little.

However, the mustache man smiled calmly: "Those countries don't have many troops stationed there, and the small number of advisory troops stationed there does not threaten your safety - so this is actually just a small matter. Well, I think we should continue to talk about big things, such as defeating Britain together..."

Stalin's face had darkened over there: "Yes, this is not a big deal - but if we can't even talk openly about such a small matter, how can we talk about big things?"

"...You shouldn't be so fussy about such a small matter. Such a small matter can be solved through coordination...We can seek common ground while reserving differences, and solve the key issues first, right?"

"I still think we should solve these small things first, otherwise small things may turn into big troubles..."

So the meeting room began to engage in open verbal sparring and refusal to give in, until the two foreign ministers, Molotov and Ribbentrop, realized that something was wrong, hurriedly held their bosses, and suggested that the negotiations be adjourned and that everyone go out for something to eat and drink, so that the negotiations did not break down on the spot...

"This guy wants to prove that he is right all day long!" After a day of bickering, the Soviet leadership returned to Stalin's office with a head full of the noise of quarreling.

Given Stalin's status, the people here are basically a group of people who are qualified to know the Soviet Union's top secrets - and, behind them, perhaps even now, there are people watching them!

As soon as he entered the room, Molotov sat down on the sofa and complained.

"...They are trying to play us for fools!" Mikoyan also said: "They refuse to talk about their troops stationed in Finland and Romania, and they want us to fight Britain together with them!"

"This shows that they are still unable to defeat Britain! Otherwise, they wouldn't drag us along, saying they are going to fight Iran and India!" Stalin took a puff of his pipe and spoke. "Our Third Five-Year Plan is far from being achieved. If we rashly join the war, it will definitely hinder national construction. In short, if we really listen to them, we will be completely controlled by them!"

"But the worry now is that the Third Five-Year Plan will not be completed until 42 at the earliest..." Voznesensky, director of the Soviet Planning Commission who did not attend the meeting, hesitated for a moment and said, "Our current industry has just switched to producing new weapons, but in addition to weapons, logistics support trucks and tractors, construction machinery, electrical and electronic equipment, as well as reinforced concrete and armored steel plates for building fortifications will also have to wait until then to be completed..."

"Yes, and our armored force construction and the training of new cadres have just started." Marshal Timoshenko said with a serious face: "Since the bourgeois democratization in the late 20s, until we investigated and dealt with a considerable number of unhealthy tendencies in the military and political high-level during the Great Purge, the situation has only improved now. Before, some people in the army, even officers, even required conditions for training! Will they not go out for drills or training when the weather gets too cold or too hot in the future?!"

"And there are Bonapartists. The Party and the country must not allow a group of soldiers to try to manipulate the national process!!" Beria, who half-hidden himself in the corner behind the door, also spoke. Although his tone was as cold and soft as a venomous snake, even the most powerful people in the Soviet Union shuddered. "The mission of the soldiers is to resist foreign enemies, not to plot to gain the country's political monopoly! We anti-counterrevolutionaries will keep a close eye on the army, understand?!"

Timoshenko's face changed slightly. Fortunately, Stalin stepped in to change the subject:

"Does that mean we can't go on the offensive before 42 years?"

"I think so, Comrade General Secretary. Although we have already followed your orders and started to urgently correct these problems..." Facing the General Secretary who called himself "iron", Timoshenko lowered his bald head. "I can guarantee that the work of the army will be basically on the right track before 42 years, but if the enemy forcibly attacks us before then, we may have to be prepared to pay a heavy price..."

"A painful price?" Stalin frowned. "Germany shouldn't be so stupid as to attack us before dealing with Britain. But we should be prepared for the worst. What if Hitler goes crazy? So, Beria, I order you to activate the 'Red Band' spy group and keep a close eye on the German top brass! If they show any abnormal behavior, report it immediately!"

"Yes!" The man, wearing the blue wide-brimmed hat unique to anti-counterrevolutionary workers, looked gentle and harmless, but was actually considered to be as poisonous as a snake. He walked a little out of the shadow behind the door, saluted, and immediately disappeared into the darkness again.

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The meeting officially ended on the 6th. Although no constructive results were achieved, the two leaders still had a "pleasant" exchange and learned about national defense and other national conditions. Out of courtesy, Stalin invited Hitler to attend the October Revolution Festival the next day.

Decades ago, a cannon shot in October of the Russian calendar marked the beginning of the great revolution. The Bolshevik armed forces led by Lenin overthrew the bourgeois provisional government, established the Soviet regime, and gave birth to the world's first socialist country. That day was November 7th of the Gregorian calendar, and naturally became a holiday in the Soviet Union. Every year on this day, a grand military parade is held on Red Square to celebrate.

"What is this?" Bismarck asked, looking at an antique camera in front of her. The coquettish shape made her want to laugh. If she kept this camera in a few decades, she would have become famous. What did Schulenburg mean by giving her this camera?

"Since the German delegation is short of reporters, you have been temporarily assigned to take this camera, take pictures for us, and write some news reports."

"Hey, are you kidding me? I'm just a fighter. You asked me to be a spy, but why a reporter?"

"What fight?" Schulenburg looked at him strangely.

"Uh, nothing. I think I've done enough! Besides, don't we have reporters there?" Bismarck firmly refused the job. It was obvious that she was asked to write a news release, and she didn't want to write an essay!

"This is an order from the Führer himself. It's an order." Schulenburg said, "You have to have an identity to follow the Führer, so the task of the reporter is given to you. It's up to you whether to take pictures or not."

"Huh? So I don't have to write a news report?"

"Who asked you to write? We have reporters." Schulenburg's face showed signs of cracking.

"Well, if that's the case, it doesn't matter if you just follow me." Bismarck felt that if he was just a reporter in name only but not in reality, that would not be unacceptable.

"Don't forget, they will have someone to pick you up tomorrow morning. You should know how to use the camera. If not, I will find someone to teach you."

"Yes, yes." Bismarck nodded. He had already figured it out when taking pictures of himself before. It wasn't difficult at all.

"Okay, then you should get some sleep." Schulenburg said nothing more, closed the door and left.

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The next day, the streets were full of laughter and joy. Bismarck, who was in the hotel, could clearly feel the festive atmosphere. This day was a holiday for the Soviet people, so everyone went to the streets. Since this was Moscow, the Red Square military parade was a program that could not be missed. Crowds gathered on the Red Square early in the morning. Even though snowflakes were floating in the sky from time to time, this could not stop people's enthusiasm. They breathed out hot air, excitedly discussed the achievements of the year, and walked in twos and threes with their friends.

In a small bookstore on the roadside, a group of students sat in front of the glass window, watching the people passing by. Among the students, two yellow-skinned people stood out among the group of Russians. They were brothers from China. Their names were Sergei Yongfu and Sergei Yongshou.

The two immature children were only about 17 or 18 years old. Their hair was very short, cut to 7 or 8 millimeters with scissors. They wore thick Lenin suits with gray sweaters underneath. The elder brother, Yongfu, had a green scarf around his neck. Although he was still a child, his eyes were more mature than his peers.

"Yongfu, aren't we going yet?" Yang Yongshou pushed the person next to him. On such an important holiday, his brother Yongfu was still reading a book seriously, as if he didn't care at all about what was happening outside.

"Why are you in such a hurry? The Soviet Union has reserved seats for us international students to watch the ceremony. We won't be left without a place." Yang Yongfu didn't even raise his head, still concentrating on looking at the reference book. The rows of Russian words were no problem for him at all, but it was a bit difficult for his younger brother Yongshou, so he didn't want to read it at all.

"Yes, Sergei Yongfu, your brother is right. Let's go. You international students have seats, but we don't. Let's go early. We still have to fight for seats." A Soviet classmate came up and patted him on the shoulder, and took his book away. "You can read it when you come back."

Yang Yongfu looked at them helplessly, and his brother looked at him expectantly...

"You...what if this book is gone when you come back..."

"No, no." His classmate immediately assured him when he heard that there was a chance. "I will ask the owner to keep the book for you. You have been here so many times, he must have known you for a long time."

"Okay, then I'll talk to the owner and you guys wait for me at the door."

"it is good."

Just as Yang Yongfu went out, a convoy led by a black car drove past the street, heading towards the Red Square.

The convoy came from far away.

"Huh" He was stunned for a moment, and saw a strand of long golden hair fluttering in the cold wind in the open window of a large truck behind him.

He wanted to see more clearly, but the passing car window only left a blurry figure that he could not see clearly.

"Yongfu, let's go!"

"Okay, here we come."

ps: I don’t know if you know who Yongfu Yongshou is…

Chapter 303: Red Square Military Parade

When Yang Yongfu and his classmates arrived at Red Square, it was already packed with people, and it was almost impossible to find a gap to squeeze in.

The stands for military parades are also very particular. The rostrum in the middle is where the head of state reviews the troops, while the main stand behind the rostrum is reserved for state leaders, VIPs or foreign guests.

But even in the small stands near the main stand, it is not so easy to find a seat. People here also need to have a certain status or be entitled to certain treatment. The brothers Yang Yongfu and Yang Yongshou are Chinese students studying at the Communist International School. Their identities are really - (you can imagine it yourself, I won’t say it)

So the two of them had seats on the small stands.

His classmates all looked miserable when they saw this. They did not have the status of an international student like Yongfu, who received special treatment from the Soviet government and could watch the military parade from the stands next to the rostrum. They could only squeeze in on their own.

"Well, it looks like you're in trouble." Yang Yongfu scratched his head embarrassedly, because the trip was delayed because of him, and several classmates now seem to have difficulty getting to the front.

"It's okay, Davarishi. We are tall and can be seen from behind. You and Sergei Yongshou can go over there. Remember to meet at the old place after we finish."

"I'm really sorry..." Yongfu still apologized, but it only earned him the kind understanding of Polar Bear classmate. He patted Yongfu on the shoulder and motioned for them to go over quickly.

Chinese students like Yang Yongfu were very popular in the Soviet Union.

In this era of socialist comrades, the relationship between the polar bears and the Chinese is very good. In the eyes of the Soviets who call themselves a fighting nation, it is the Chinese who are the real fighting nation.

On the eve of the Soviet Revolution, there were many Chinese who came to Tsarist Russia either to plunder or to support their families. These people were engaged in the hardest and most tiring work, so when Lenin launched the revolution from the lower classes of society, the vast majority of these Chinese laborers joined the Soviet revolutionary ranks.

During the war of the Soviet Revolution, Soviet revolutionaries were surprised to find that the Chinese were no less hardworking and brave than themselves. However, compared with the simple and crude style of the polar bear nation, the Chinese were smart and intelligent, allowing these stupid and rough people to complete their combat missions faster at a lower cost!

This is something that polar bears, who are used to going straight ahead, rarely do.

In the eyes of the Soviets, the Chinese have a long history of war, and their research on war and the use of tactics are endless. The most important thing is that their performance on the actual battlefield is better than their own! If such a nation is not called a fighting nation, then which one is? !

And they are gay...

Of course, this comrade is not that comrade.

Therefore, the status of the Chinese in the Soviet Union was very high - however, just as the "White Russians" did not belong to the Soviet Union, the "White Chinese" were naturally excluded.

In this friendly atmosphere among comrades, Yang Yongfu led his brother to walk left and right, through the walls of people, and finally came to the small stand next to the main stand in the middle of the parade ground. Even though there were crowds of people outside, there were still very few people inside, and he easily found a seat and sat down.

This is a location close to the entrance of the viewing platform, and the two brothers' seats are next to each other. Although this position is not very convenient to watch people coming from the Red Square in the other direction, you can just turn around and go out from the entrance.

For Yang Yongfu, this position is perfect! Because he also has to take care of his younger brother Yang Yongshou!

When he was only eight years old, his mother was executed in the KMT prison. Although the three brothers were released because of their young age, they were arranged to be adopted. However, the adoptive family, although of high social status, treated them very badly.

He was forced to beg for food and sell newspapers on the street, while his younger brother Yang Yongtai was used as a child laborer and slave. The younger brother was simply "disappeared"...

It was at that time that my brother was beaten by the hostess with an iron rod because he was a little slow in doing housework! The head injury left sequelae, which made his body movements not very coordinated. If he had to squeeze with others, especially in a place like the stands with steps everywhere, it would be a bit inconvenient.

It was not until early 1935 that the adoptive parents suddenly treated me and my brother better. It was said that this was related to the change in my father's status, which was why the family was so arrogant at first and then respectful.

These things made the young Yongfu realize the darkness of this society early on and his will became stronger.

But fortunately, it is all over now... A country like the Soviet Union is so powerful, and the whole society is full of hope. China's future should also be better.

If I sit in a place like this, I can leave quickly when the show is over, Yang Yongfu thought. But soon, he was brought back to his senses by his brother's shouting...

As soon as the two men sat down, Yang Yongfu was thinking about the past and future of himself and his brother, while Yang Yongshou's mind was spinning. It was his first time to participate in such a grand ceremony and he was very excited.

"Brother, those are not Soviets, right?" Suddenly, Yongshou pulled Yongfu and pointed to another stand not far away - the main stand for the Red Square military parade!

"Huh?" Yongfu looked in the direction where his finger pointed and saw a group of Westerners entering the venue. The clothes they wore were obviously not the Lenin suits commonly seen by Soviet people.

"It should be... no? Is it a foreign guest?"

In the eyes of Chinese people, Westerners all look similar, and they can only judge the identity of the person based on their clothes.

Then a blonde girl appeared in his sight. Yang Yongfu could no longer describe the girl's appearance. It seemed that the words he knew were not enough to describe her appearance. In the cold winter of the Soviet Union, she was still wearing a short skirt that was less than her knees. The style of the dress was also something he had never seen before. It perfectly outlined the girl's figure. As she moved forward, her dazzling blonde hair kept dancing like fire in the ice and snow, attracting their attention.

"Then who are they?" Yongshou still asked.

"I don't know..." Yongfu just shook his head, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the pattern on the girl's arm clothing.

Hanging around Bismarck's neck is an anchor (cat?) chain symbolizing the navy, but at the same time there is also an obvious iron cross hanging around his neck!

The Black Cross of Iron and Blood, is this a medal?

Only Germany has such a medal!

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Upon closer inspection, there was indeed someone among the visitors wearing that familiar medal.

German Officers Advisory Group!

German-equipped division!

Two hateful nouns suddenly popped into his mind.

Brothers Yang Yongfu and Yang Yongshou had never seen the German-equipped divisions in person, nor had they had any contact with the German officer corps. However, when they were wandering the streets of Shanghai, they were maliciously treated as child laborers and beggars by some "upper class people in society". At that time, Yang Yongfu worked as a newspaper boy for a while in order to ensure that the three brothers had food to eat. He had seen news about the "cooperation" between the Germans and the KMT government in the newspapers of the time.

This included news about the KMT army encircling and suppressing the Red Party base under the command of German advisers!

This is especially true when he realizes his own identity.

Everything is conceivable: the roars of men, the crying of women and children, the hasty escape of mothers and their children, and behind them, the fire in the village and the thunderous rain of bullets and fire, and the subsequent "model village construction".