My own war game

Chapter 364 It’s Time to Pay
The citizens of West Berlin have recently developed two habits.

When getting up, housewives will first open the cupboard, count the remaining supplies one by one, and then count on their fingers how long they can hold on.

Then everyone will come to the window and look up to see what the weather is like today and whether the plane will come.

They were disappointed again.

Dark clouds hung over Berlin. The thick clouds looked like the bottom of a pot that had not been cleaned for decades, and strong winds howled in my ears from time to time.

This situation has been going on for a long time, either with heavy rain or with dark clouds and howling north wind.

For a whole week, only a handful of Allied transport planes ventured to land at Berlin Airport. The supplies they brought were inadequate and caused two accidents.

Prices soared, and some girls could not bear the hunger anymore, so they chose to put on dresses and shyly do not-so-glorious business in the alleys.

Fuel was scarce and the sound of axes chopping furniture could be heard throughout Berlin.

The black market was booming, with furs and valuables being sent into dark little windows in exchange for loaves of bread.

The citizens seemed to have returned to the painful days of twenty years ago.

"God, please help us! We can't live like this anymore!" Everyone was praying silently.

"There are supplies! There are supplies in the south!" The shout was like throwing a stone into boiling water, and the whole of Berlin became excited.

Basins, vases, carts, citizens rushed to the south of Berlin with any container that could hold things.

Sure enough, trucks carrying food and fuel were parked on one side of the southern street, and armed Allied soldiers were standing guard.

What is surprising is that there are not only trucks here, but also dozens of tattered armored vehicles parked on the side of the road. Men in short vests climbed out of them and raised their hands to the Allied soldiers.

People were whispering, and soon the scene that had just happened spread among the citizens.

Applause broke out, and the people who knew the truth began to cheer for the young men in front of them. The sound became louder and louder, and finally some people threw their hats into the sky.

"I feel like a hero," someone said in a choked voice.

"Idiot, don't cry! We have already been like this!" someone on the side cursed, but the voice was out of tune.

There was a huge booing from the crowd as soldiers escorted the men off the bus, and when the gendarmes were about to handcuff each man, the crowd started to make noises.

Click!

A pistol was pressed to the lead officer's head.

"Gentlemen, where are you taking my people?" a sinister voice came from behind.
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NATO Headquarters, 13 Belgrave Square, London.

"Good news, everyone! Those guys actually succeeded!" Richard Kent, a senior MI6 official, hurried into the room, waving a telegram in his hand.

"Really?!" Marshall, who was sitting in the room, stood up immediately, grabbed the telegram and read it repeatedly several times, and then the expression on his face began to become excited.

Pierre Mardoux, the French President's special envoy, was relatively calm. He read the telegram carefully and said, "Oh? Rushing into Berlin in this way is really a mess. And they almost clashed with the Allied troops stationed on the scene?"

Several other representatives were also whispering to each other. They had gone to the NGO guys for help before, which was not so much a solution as a last resort. Now that the other party had really succeeded, these officials were at a loss as to what to do.

"Well, gentlemen, Berlin can hold out for at least another three days with these two thousand tons of emergency supplies, but we have new troubles." Richard Kent acted as the spokesperson in front.

"First, the Soviet Foreign Ministry sent us a strong protest. Molotov declared that the incident that day was a serious provocation and reserved the right to retaliate. How should we respond?"

"Just announce to the outside world that it was a spontaneous act of the German people. They don't want evidence anyway," Marshall said indifferently.

“What if they insist on a hard line?”

"Then let them try to see whose fist is harder!" The attitude of NATO members at this time was surprisingly consistent.

"Then the second thing is that a number of German people were captured by the Soviets during the incident, including a very famous figure. We should probably make some statement." Richard Kent handed a list to several people to circulate.

"Guderian? He fell into the hands of the Soviets?" Marshall looked at the representatives of other countries and exchanged opinions with each other through eye contact.

The Allies were considering merging the territories of Britain, the United States and France to establish a new German government - the Federal Republic of Germany. The Allies needed a group of "obedient" and influential Germans to join this government, and Guderian happened to be on the list.

"I will ask the President to send a diplomatic note and another one in the name of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. The Soviets cannot stand morally. The follow-up matters will be decided according to the development of the situation."

"OK, let me tell you about the third thing." French envoy Pierre Madou stood up.

"Gentlemen, we have made a deal with someone before, and now the other party has packed the goods and placed them on the table. The question now is, who will pay the bill?"

...............

The room fell silent for a moment, and those who knew the situation knew that it was not a small number.

A few minutes later, Marshall stood up and faced the intelligence officer from the Sixth Division. "You just said that guy has appeared in Berlin. If we can successfully control him..."

"Are you sure?" Richard Kent glanced at the other party and said in front of everyone, "If you can't guarantee that you can take him down 100%, I suggest you don't do it. Otherwise, the retaliation that will follow may be unbearable."

"Besides, the Dreadnaught and the little girl are still missing. Who knows if they will..."

Dang Dang Dang!
There was a hurried knock on the door, and a junior officer holding a report whispered nervously to Kent.

After hearing this, the MI6 intelligence officer spread his hands sarcastically to everyone in the room and said, "Well, now at least we have found one."

On April 1949, 4, almost at the same time as the Berlin incident, the US-British joint fleet conducting exercises in the North Sea encountered an unexpected situation.

The target ship used for training was destroyed first by a torpedo from an unknown direction. A huge submarine surfaced briefly only 500 meters away from the US military's most advanced aircraft carrier "Midway" and then dived into the water, then disappeared silently in the joint military exercise formation.

Holding the photos sent back, Marshall's face turned ashen.

British and American officials at the scene remained silent.

The French envoy coughed lightly and stood up. "Everyone, how about we contact a middleman first and ask if we can give you a discount?"

(End of this chapter)