My own war game

Chapter 442: Ending?

The silver-gray body of the missile rose above the sea, and the burning tail flame made it look like a big match lit in the night from a distance.

The light continued to rise, and after reaching a height of about several dozen meters, the trajectory of the missile began to adjust, and finally became a bright line almost parallel to the sea level.

Then the second, the third...

The huge light and rumbling sound startled the flocks of birds on the shore. The flying speed of 0.7 Mach made people feel dizzy, and then their feathers were startled and flew up.

If you look from a distance, under the night sky, it looks like there are a few bright fireflies on the sea with lights at their tails, flying at high speed towards a corner of the sky.

At this time, passers-by seemed to be attracted by the strange scene above their heads. Some people looked up at the sky and pointed at this scene they had never seen before.

Three beams of light plunged into the back of the hillside!

A blinding light lit up in the sky! A few seconds later, a thunderous explosion was heard!

BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!!
Heat waves swept across the area! The entire missile base turned into a purgatory, with huge fires rising. Objects were constantly thrown into the air by the air waves and then fell down with flames.

He Chi, standing on a high place, picked up his camera and took pictures of everything in front of him, but facing the destroyed missile base, he always felt something was wrong.

It seemed a little too easy, too smooth.

"Zizi~Zizi~He, He, are you listening?" Jima's voice came from the communicator on her waist, but the signal was obviously not very good.

"Hey, Jima, the sound is not very clear, but I can hear it."

"He, I found something here. Tanya and I are going to take a look... Zizi~~ God, this seems to be..."

boom!
Gunshots were heard on the communicator, and the call on the other end stopped abruptly.

problem occurs!
He Chi turned around to identify the direction of Jima and the others, and at this moment, a sudden voice came to his ears, "The player's temporary goal has been achieved, the special copy has been opened, and it will be exported within a minute!"

Asshole! It happened at this time! He Chi tried hard to move forward, but the scenery in front of him became more and more blurred.

Eventually it fell back into darkness.
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Moscow, Kremlin, Office of the First Secretary.

"Comrade Mikoyan, we have just received news from Cuba that there were riots of unknown cause in Havana last night, huge explosions occurred in many areas, and that [sugarcane field] happened to be the center of the explosion." Kruglov personally took the document to report to the first secretary.

"Did those guys succeed?" Mikoyan raised his eyebrows.

"The news is still being verified and confirmed, but from the information we have received, it seems to be true."

"Well..." Mikoyan stood up and turned his back to the desk to think for a moment, then pressed a button on the desk. "Please ask Ustinov, Bulganin and Molotov to come over, quickly."

The secretary's voice came from the intercom, "Comrade Chairman, Comrade Bulganin is on his way to Hungary for a defense exchange and is on his way to the airport. Comrade Molotov is meeting with Vietnamese representatives and it will probably take another hour."

"The Hungarian side's trip has been cancelled. Comrade Molotov will go and inform him to shorten the meeting time to half an hour, and then hurry back."

"Yes! Comrade First Secretary!" Hearing the First Secretary's order, the secretary did not dare to delay and immediately turned around to make arrangements.

The cancellation of important visits and the shortening of foreign affairs reception time indicate that something big must have happened.

An hour later, several of Mikoyan's most trusted people gathered in the room. "Everyone, Comrade Kruglov has explained the situation very clearly. I would like to hear your opinions on the next step."

After thinking for a moment, Molotov was the first to speak up. "Comrade First Secretary, if the relevant news is true, then we should issue a statement as soon as possible to say that the Cuban incident has nothing to do with us."

"Of course, the fact is that it has nothing to do with us."

"The North Sea Fleet can withdraw appropriately and expand the buffer zone with the US Second Fleet, which can send a signal of easing tensions and not overly provoke the Americans."

"What if the Americans push further? Our compromise cannot be unlimited."

"Of course, we need to retain at least two submarines carrying nuclear torpedoes to ensure a minimum nuclear counterattack capability, which will also help deter the other side."

"What does Comrade Bulganin think?"

"It's a very feasible plan. I would like to add that we can let the transport ship Alexandrovsk withdraw first. This will avoid the risks of lifting the alert too early." Bulganin gave his suggestion on the side.

"Since everyone has no objection, then it is decided." Mikoyan signaled to Defense Minister Malinovsky.

The other party nodded and picked up the black phone on the desk.
"The Navy Department, please ask Comrade Gorshkov to take the line..."

At the same time, in Washington, the Presidential Palace.

"Mr. President, news has come from Cuba that, based on the latest photos taken by the U-2 reconnaissance aircraft, the location of the suspected missile base has been destroyed by an explosion of unknown cause." McGeorge Bundy strode into the presidential office and handed Kennedy a report with photos.

"Has the CIA confirmed this?"

"Yes, sir. Our local agents reported that the base was hit by a saturation attack from unidentified aircraft last night. There are no intact buildings on the ground."

"In addition, we found a submarine on the sea, suspected to be the former British nuclear submarine HMS Dreadnought."

A photo was handed to Kennedy. The photographer was quite far away from the target. In the photo, a blurry shadow was floating on the sea, and several flames were shooting out from it.

"This bastard actually succeeded..." Kennedy muttered to himself.

"What, Mr. President, I'm sorry, could you please say it again?" The security adviser at the side did not hear clearly.

"No, nothing. What about the Soviets?" Kennedy concealed his emotions and began to talk about the issue he was most concerned about.

"The Soviet ambassador changed his previous tough attitude and declared that he wanted to resolve the issue through dialogue. The Soviet Navy, which was in a standoff with the Second Fleet, also showed signs of retreating. General Denison asked if he should follow them."

"No, just keep the status quo." Kennedy waved his hand.
"Let the CIA confirm the situation. If the previous information is accurate, contact Turkey to withdraw the deployed missiles."

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Also, ask the press office to organize a press conference. I will give a speech on this incident." Kennedy adjusted his tie with a flushed face, as if he saw himself winning the re-election with an overwhelming victory.

"Anything else you need?"

"No... Wait a minute, let me ask my wife, if you have enough time, please come with me during the speech."

(End of this chapter)