My own war game

Chapter 430 Missile Crisis
"Who is Castro?" The French girl's voice didn't sound like a joke.

"Of course it's Fidel Castro." He Chi felt something was wrong, and then he confirmed with Christine in a serious tone, "Sinniel, don't you know who Castro is? He led the Cuban Revolution, shouldn't he be the leader of Cuba?"

"I'm sorry, He, I really haven't heard of it. And if the other party is an important figure in the Cuban authorities, our intelligence system would not have made such a low-level mistake."

“And what about Che Guevara?”

"Um, I seem to have some impression of this, wait a minute..." Christine on the opposite side searched again.

"Oh, yes. Che Guevara and Fidel Castro. In the early days of the Cuban guerrilla war, there were indeed two such people. They seemed to be leaders, but they disappeared in the first year of the guerrilla war."

“So who is in power in Cuba now?”

"The top leadership in Cuba is now a coalition of multiple people. It is hard to say who is the real No. 1. I am sure that Castro's name is not among them."

He Chi fell into silence. He was now certain that Cuba was in big trouble.

Without Castro, the flag-bearer leader, Cuba's choices in the missile crisis would become confusing and no one knew what would happen. The worst outcome might even be a real full-scale military conflict between the United States and the Soviet Union, or even a nuclear conflict.

Then this world is not far from coming to an end.

Unable to guess the riddle any longer, he decided to talk directly to the President of the United States.
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The White House, the official residence of the President.

Bang! A miniature sculpture of Lincoln was swept to the ground, white plaster powder splattered everywhere, and Kennedy was in a state of rage.

"Damn it! Who leaked the news to the media? Do you know how passive the government was at today's press conference?!" The young president roared angrily, and the smear in his mouth would occasionally fly onto the face of Pierre Salinger, the press secretary opposite him.

The press officer had to take out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva off his face. "Mr. President, the FBI is still investigating. I heard that they have already identified the source of the leak."

"Fuck the FBI! Once they figure it out, the whole world will know what happened. Sooner or later, I will be screwed by these incompetent guys!"

Bang!

The door opened and National Security Advisor McGeorge Bundy and Attorney General Robert Kennedy walked in together.

"John, calm down. There's no point in being angry at this moment." Kennedy Jr., the younger brother, stepped forward to comfort his brother.

After about five minutes, President Kennedy calmed down.

"George, now that the news has spread, private communication is no longer necessary. Does the Soviet Union have any response?" Kennedy looked at the security adviser beside him.

"We have informed the Soviet ambassador Dobrynin, who claimed that he had not received any information about Moscow's deployment of missiles. However, he said that even if the Soviet Union did help Cuba deploy missiles, it was the legal right of the Soviet government, just as we deployed missiles in Türkiye and Italy."

"This is a sophistry!"

"Of course, but the Soviet side seems to be tough and has no intention of compromising," McGeorge Bundy whispered.

"What do you think?" the president continued to ask with a sullen face.

"Sir, from a purely military perspective, if the Soviet Union deployed medium-range ballistic missiles in Cuba, then Washington, New York, Houston, Chicago and other areas would be exposed to the Soviet nuclear weapons coverage, and once the other side launched an attack, it would be almost impossible to defend against it."

"Mr. President, once Cuba completes its missile deployment, we will be like someone holding a gun to our chin, and we will completely lose our strategic initiative. Therefore, my suggestion is that we must make the Soviets withdraw their nuclear weapons at all costs, even if it means going to war!" McGeorge Bundy talked about war without reservation. "Do you mean to attack Cuba?"

"If necessary, yes!" The security consultant said without hesitation.

"But what if the Soviets intervene forcefully, or even start a nuclear war?"

"Sir, with all due respect, this is not a choice. We have no choice but to take the risk of a nuclear war."

Kennedy didn't speak for five minutes. The other people stood around and waited quietly. The silence in the whole room was a little scary, as if the box of war would be opened by a key in the next second.

Finally, Kennedy slowly opened his mouth and said, "Notify the Second Fleet to blockade the waters near Cuba. Any ships from the Warsaw Pact countries must undergo a comprehensive inspection."

"Tell the Air Force to have U-2 reconnaissance aircraft monitor Cuba's land-based missile bases around the clock, and report any abnormalities to the Pentagon within three minutes."

"Contact the European troops, and put the Italian missile forces on alert."

The secretary at the side recorded everything and then looked at the president inquiringly again.

In the end, Kennedy waved his hand and did not issue more radical orders.

"You guys go out first. I need to think about the rest." Kennedy bent down to pick up the Lincoln statue that had fallen on the ground and placed it on the table again.

Several people looked at each other and then walked out of the house. Robert Kennedy hugged his brother on the way out and said, "John, I'll be waiting here. If you decide anything, just tell me directly."

The door closed again and silence returned to the room.

Kennedy looked at the report on the table with a very conflicted expression on his face. He knew that the United States was not yet ready for a full-scale conflict with the Soviet Union, but he had to respond strongly.

Moreover, because the media was the first to report the relevant situation, it has become a luxury to communicate behind the scenes.

America's national security, the national sentiment of its people, and his presidential prestige have been tied together, forcing him not to show any weakness in his attitude toward the Soviet Union.

As McGeorge Bundy said, America has been put with a gun to the chin, with no way out.

He himself had such an experience in the distant past, where an Asian man pinned him to the ground and put the muzzle of a gun to his head.

He knew that feeling, and it was awful.

Fortunately, that is already a thing of the past, and the time is not yet ripe. As long as I can be re-elected and wait a few more years to digest the technology at hand, the United States will truly surpass the Soviet Union and become the world's unique No. 1, and I will become a president who surpasses Washington.

Every time at this time, Kennedy's heart would be extremely hot, the effect was better than hugging that charming body, and today was even better...

Wait, why do I feel a little cold?
Have I ever opened the window opposite?

The doubt lasted only a brief moment, and a silver pistol was pointed at his head again, just like more than 20 years ago.

"Mr. President, long time no see. I have something I want to confirm with you." A disgusting voice rose from behind.

(End of this chapter)