My own war game

Chapter 303 Intrusion
By the end of 1944, Soviet troops had advanced to the German border and the Allies had opened up a second front in France. At this time, the declining Third Reich was unable to reverse the downward trend on the battlefield, and it was only a matter of time before it was completely defeated.

According to the rules of the underworld, it's time to divide the cake.

The top leaders of the United States, the Soviet Union and the United Kingdom decided to hold a meeting to determine the post-war world order. Since Stalin insisted on not leaving the Soviet-controlled area, Roosevelt and Churchill had to compromise and flew to Yalta, the former Tsarist hunting palace that had not been destroyed.

Yalta is located in the southern part of the Crimean Peninsula, facing the Black Sea to the south. Geographically, it is located in the Crimean Mountains and the circular depression formed by the hills.

The tall mountains block the cold currents from the north, and the proximity to the Black Sea brings a mild and humid Mediterranean climate to the area. Therefore, Yalta has been a holiday resort for the nobility and even the royal family since the Tsarist period.

At this time, a most advanced American Douglas C-54 "Skymaster" transport plane was secretly heading to Yalta from North Africa.

In the cabin of the plane, President Roosevelt, who was sitting in a wheelchair and was physically disabled, moved back with imperceptible movements, carefully avoiding the cigar ash that Churchill flicked off and the dandruff that fell on his shoulders.

In order to distract himself, President Roosevelt turned his head to look at the clouds outside the window. Several P-51 Mustang fighters were escorting him nearby.

"My dear Winston, would you like another cigar?" Roosevelt, who was holding a wheelchair, finally chose to start the conversation.

"No, Mr. President, I want to rest for a while." Churchill responded politely, but he used a slightly different address. This time he did not use the "Franklin" that he often used in private conversations.

The two people had just had an unpleasant conversation.

"Winston, I think there should be a better solution to the Greek problem. Your unilateral actions seem a bit extreme. Can we avoid a full-scale civil war by supporting some moderate forces?" Roosevelt once again brought up the topic that caused the two men to disagree.

"Mr. President, the Mediterranean region is the core of British interests. At the same time, we must prevent the events in Poland from happening again." Faced with Roosevelt's speech, Churchill once again chose to politely refuse.

"If we do not provide sufficient support to the Greek government, it will most likely be eroded by Soviet forces. If Greece falls into the arms of the Communist International, I believe this is also something you do not want to see."

Churchill then put out the cigar in his hand and asked, "Or are you willing to give a part of the Pacific region to the Russians in the future?"

In his last sentence, Churchill pointedly accused Roosevelt. He believed that the Americans were adopting a policy of appeasement towards the Soviet Union and were directly sacrificing British interests in order to stabilize the Soviet Union.

The atmosphere fell silent, and Marshall, who was accompanying them, came over at the right time with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Prime Minister, we will certainly not allow the Soviet Union to infiltrate its political influence. Whether it is in Southern Europe or East Asia, the attitude of the United States is consistent." After saying this, the future Secretary of State handed the wine glass in his hand to Churchill.

The British Big Smoker looked at the two people who were performing a double act in front of him and said nothing more. He just took the wine glass silently.

He has the fewest cards among the three parties in this meeting, and it is impossible for him to maintain a tough attitude all the time.

Then Marshall sat down, picked up his glass and raised it as if he was chatting, "Mr. Prime Minister, let's drink to the health of you and Mr. President."

Churchill calmed down a little, clinked glasses with the other party and drank it all in one gulp.

"How do you feel about this plane?" Marshall came over and asked.

"Excellent, truly an outstanding design and perfect industrial art." Churchill was generous in his praise. "Of course, this is the highest level of modern industry, an industrial capability that only the United States has," Marshall said, hinting at something.

Churchill glanced at Marshall and waited for him to continue.

"Only America has the ability to fly a squadron safely from Africa to Yalta, whether it's the St. Joseph or the fighter planes that escort it. Of course, this is convenient for you, isn't it? At least you don't have to change planes so frequently. Sometimes it's a better choice to trust in the power of allies. America has the ability to protect the skies of Europe." (In history, Churchill arrived in Africa on a warship and changed planes several times before going to Yalta)
Damn it! This guy is demonstrating! It is a naked show of strength. His intention is to make Britain a subordinate of the United States.

This was something the stubborn Churchill could never accept.

So the old man from Oxfordshire put down his glass and pushed back fiercely:
"Compared to your transport planes, our ship is indeed a bit slower, but it is still capable of completing its historical mission. Even if I am alone, I can walk to Yalta with a walking stick. Britain can stand on its own in the world and does not need help from others!"

Not only Churchill, but even his entourage were indignant at the United States' tough stance. Unfortunately, this was an American plane after all, and it was surrounded by bodyguards from the U.S. Secret Service, so they could only suppress their dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Prime Minister, we have no ill intentions. You see, our security work is very good. Please trust us..."

Marshall was still using his rhetoric when a strange sound suddenly came from a cabinet at the back of the cabin.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Boom! ! Boom! !
what's the situation? !

The presidential bodyguards were on high alert, and a human wall instantly formed in front of several important officials. Field agents of the U.S. Secret Service took out their hidden pistols one after another.

Boom! ! ! !

A large filing cabinet door was smashed open and a figure tumbled out.

The inside of an airplane is a very sensitive space, and firing a gun carries considerable risks. Whether it is a ricochet or an uncertain shot, it may pose a huge threat to the safety of the entire aircraft.

So the bodyguards rushed forward, intending to suppress the opponent with their bodies.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The first two people who approached were knocked down immediately. The man on the opposite side was very strong, and the professionally trained bodyguards were unable to take him down for a while.

Major General Evans Carlson, who was once the captain of Roosevelt's guard, saw that the situation was not right and risked taking out his pistol and preparing to shoot, but the other party actually picked up a bodyguard and threw him like a grenade.

When his vision was blocked, Major General Carlson suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and due to carelessness he did not hold his pistol.

The major general's Browning pistol was yanked into the air by something, and the other party reached out and grabbed it.

Then a silver revolver was pointed forward.

"Gentlemen, have I come to the wrong place?" A familiar accent came from the opposite side, and an oriental face appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)