My own war game

Chapter 358 Third Parties Outside the United States and the Soviet Union
In the end, Christine didn't let He Chiyou come back.

He Chi's speedboat only symbolically chased for another ten kilometers, and the French girl let him into the house.

On the Minerva, the Oriental man who had just been given a cold shoulder pushed open the door of the conference room and found Professor Heisenberg already waiting there.

"Schneider...Oh, no, Mr. He, sorry, I don't know how to address you." Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, Professor Heisenberg was a little at a loss.

"It's up to you. I don't mind. Don't worry, you are absolutely safe here." He Chi shook hands with the other party without saying a word. He didn't know that his people had brought this physics expert on board.

"Mr. He, does what we said before about Berlin still stand?" Heisenberg was a little worried that the other party would regret it.

The Oriental man glanced at Christine, and the other party made a gesture behind him, which meant "Agree first, I will tell you alone later."

"No problem, we will do our best." He Chi smiled and sent Heisenberg out.

"There will be a small welcome party tonight. Please don't mind." Christine stood aside like a hostess.

Captain's room, a private space for two people.

"Sinir, why is Heisenberg here?"

"I started contacting them probably last year."

Sinniel took off his uniform and changed into his underwear in front of He Chi. The girl was wearing underwear and holding her hair with one hand while talking about business. Her voice was a little unclear because she had a hairpin in her mouth.

"In 1945, the United States and the Soviet Union began competing for German scientists. At that time, we had just separated ourselves from the intelligence organizations of various countries. Treasure Island had not yet been discovered, and the Minerva had not yet been obtained. We had no ability to get involved."

"Since last year, I have been looking for technical talents who can serve us. At that time, there were not many people to choose from, and the Heisenberg team was one of them."

At this time, Christine had already tied her hair. She took out two colored scarves from the closet and signaled to He Chi with her eyes.

He Chi thought for a moment and nodded to the lake green one on the right, and Christine immediately put the other one away.

"He was the leader of the German nuclear program and publicly announced that he would not continue to participate in the development of nuclear weapons. As a result, he was not welcomed by the United Kingdom and the United States. His team was left in West Berlin, without a laboratory or funding. Three years were wasted."

"Recently, the Soviet Union and the United States have been wrestling in Berlin. I think this is a good opportunity. If it is handled properly, a technical team can be pulled out. It would be even better if there are additional surprises."

Christine changed into casual clothes again. The evening dress made her tall figure more charming. The lake green scarf matched her fair skin perfectly. Her feet in stockings were stepped into light-colored high heels.

"Okay, I'm going to go entertain the guests, you stay here and have a good rest."

The French girl left the room with a chuckle, without complaining a word during the whole process, but He Chi, who was leaning on the bed alone, felt like he had been fooled.

The next day, in the operations room of the Minerva.

He Chi, who had just been punished to sleep on the sofa for a night, appeared in the hall as if nothing had happened. At this time, more than thirty people had gathered there.

Jima was standing in front of a map in a uniform.

On the map, the eastern part of Germany occupied by the Soviet Union was painted red, while the area representing Berlin was divided into two halves using another color.

"The situation is this: about six months ago, the Soviet Union blocked all road traffic to West Berlin. The daily lives of about 250 million citizens in the entire West Berlin area have relied on air transport. The amount has gradually increased from 2000 tons per day at the beginning to 9000 tons per day at present, and most of them are surplus production capacity materials pulled from the United States."

"My God, Americans are so rich." Someone whistled from behind.

Jima glared in that direction and continued, "Professor Heisenberg's team is in the middle of the West Zone. We can't contact them for the time being. The plan is for us to land in the Netherlands, enter the Soviet zone from the British-occupied zone, send 5 to 8 German-speaking personnel to sneak into West Berlin, and then break through the Soviet blockade to bring them back."

"After picking up the person, head directly north. The Minerva will lurk at the border between Denmark and Germany and pick up the person aboard."

"This is roughly the situation. Is there a problem?" Jima asked loudly. "I have a question!" A loud voice came from behind, and Margaret was waving her hands excitedly.

Jima sighed, "Okay, Miss, please go ahead."

"How exactly do we break through the Soviet blockade?" Margaret asked seriously from behind.

"This is decided by the infiltration team themselves, including blasting, earthwork, makeup, bribery, etc. The headquarters does not have specific requirements. After all, front-line agents need more autonomy." Christine stood up to explain.

Then the French girl stood in front of the slide projector and clapped her hands. "Well, gentlemen, overall this is not a very difficult task. Anyone who wants to join can sign up now."

Arms were raised high like a tree. After all, they had been underwater for so long. It was not easy to come across this kind of job which was not too dangerous. Many people wanted to go ashore and take a look.

The atmosphere at the scene was like everyone rushing to go on vacation.

However, just as the Minerva was crossing the English Channel, the situation on the other side of the sea suddenly changed.

Central Germany has been experiencing severe convective weather for a week, and the entire Berlin area does not meet the conditions for aircraft takeoff and landing.

At this time, the supplies previously airlifted in were only enough to last for a few days.

Boom! Marshall slammed his fist on the table.

"We can't give up! We can't give up West Berlin! Otherwise, all our efforts over the past year will be in vain!"

"Calm down, Mr. Secretary of State, no one here has expressed the intention to give up Berlin." British Prime Minister Clement Attlee, who was sitting next to him, comforted him at the right time. The experienced politician even consciously removed the word "deputy".

"I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, I spoke out of turn." Marshall straightened his coat and sat back in his seat.

"Gentlemen, we are in a big trouble now. According to meteorologists' reports, the bad weather in central Germany will last at least a week, and the material reserves in West Berlin will only last for four days at most." Sir Cripps, the British Secretary of the Exchequer who was responsible for allocating supplies to the Allied forces, took out a list.

"Does this mean that in a few days, the 250 million people in West Berlin won't even be able to eat dry bread?" the Prime Minister asked in a deep voice.

"I don't want to say this, but it's true."

"What is the attitude of the Soviets?"

"The other side responded that as long as we withdraw our troops from Berlin, they will immediately deliver [humanitarian supplies] into West Berlin."

"This is taking advantage of someone's misfortune. It's absolutely impossible!" the US representatives said almost in unison.

"Well, gentlemen, the current situation is that air transport is completely unreliable. If we want to gain a foothold in Berlin, we have to find other ways." Attlee crossed his arms and looked at the participants.

"How about restarting land transportation? Even if it's just to send in a medium-sized convoy to deliver daily necessities." Someone asked unwillingly.

Someone on the side immediately denied that "if we start the convoy as an allied force, the Soviets will have a good excuse to open fire, which is likely to directly lead to military confrontation."

"Wait a minute," British Foreign Secretary Ernest Bevin suddenly interrupted, "It is inconvenient for Allied troops to enter the Soviet-occupied zone. What if they are non-Allied troops?"

"You mean the third party column?" The person's eyes lit up when he heard the proposal.

"But who can afford this level of transportation?" someone asked.

"I do have an option, but I'm afraid it's a bit expensive." After saying this, Minister Bevin looked at France's first assistant Pierre Madou, who had been sitting in the corner.

"Well, my friend, your information channels should be useful."

(End of this chapter)