Chapter 218 I Went Mad During the Republic of China 34
The country of Xiong, Vladivostok.
This was their home port for the Far East Fleet and also their bridgehead for invading Outer Manchuria.
General Andreyev was looking at the map, sketching out the southward offensive route with red and blue pencils.
A staff officer rushed in: "Comrade General, a telegram from Moscow instructs us to maintain the highest level of alert, but not to provoke any conflict."
"On guard? We should attack!" Andreyev slammed his fist on the table, making the ink bottle jump. "The British fleet has already set sail. If we don't act now, it'll be too late! Let those yellow-skinned monkeys see who the real masters of this land are!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if his neck was being clamped by iron clamps, and his whole body was lifted off the chair by an invisible force.
"Uh...ha..."
He kicked his legs wildly in the air, staring in terror at the empty space ahead.
The other staff officers in the office were terrified. Before they could react, with a "crack," Andreyev's neck twisted at an odd angle, and his body slumped to the ground.
At the same time, all the warships in the port emitted black smoke from their fire control systems.
In the military camp, the Mosin-Nagant rifles and PPSh submachine guns in the soldiers' hands vanished into thin air.
Inside the tank, the shells had vanished.
"My gun! Where's my gun?"
"Damn it! The ammunition depot is empty! All the shells are gone!"
"Command post...all the officers in command post are dead!"
Panic instantly swept through the entire Far East Military Region.
Zhou Jue appeared in the sky above Vladivostok, coldly watching the chaos below.
[Ding! Armed forces have been cleared from all Russian-occupied areas, including Outer Manchuria and Outer Northwest.]
[Warning! Large-scale military buildup detected! The British Royal Navy's Far East Fleet is transiting the Strait of Malacca! Two hundred thousand troops from the Russian Western Military District are assembling in the Far East!]
"Again?" Zhou Jue raised an eyebrow. "It seems the lesson learned last time wasn't profound enough."
...
Strait of Malacca.
Onboard the Royal Navy battlecruiser HMS Renown, Admiral Phillips gazes into the distance through binoculars.
"Speed up! We need to show those yellow-skinned monkeys what happens when they provoke the British Empire!"
"Yes, General!"
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire fleet.
"Reporting, General! The compass has malfunctioned! All navigation equipment has failed!"
"What?" Phillips rushed to the control panel and saw that all the compass needles were spinning wildly, like uncontrolled tops.
"Report! Sonar system malfunction!"
"Report! Radio communications lost! We can't contact any ships!"
The entire massive fleet was like a swarm of headless flies, spinning in circles, completely disoriented.
Phillips was deathly pale. He gripped one of the helmsmen, his voice trembling, "What...what's going on? Is it a magnetic storm?"
The helmsman cried out, "General, I've been a naval officer my whole life and I've never seen a magnetic storm like this!"
...
On the other side, the border between Tsarist Russia and Russia.
The newly assembled army of 200,000 is preparing to march to the Far East.
A regimental commander was giving a speech: "Comrades! For the Soviet, for our great territory..."
Before he could finish speaking, the political commissar beside him suddenly turned bloodshot, drew a pistol from his waist, and pointed it at him.
"Traitor! You are the empire's lackey!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, and the regimental commander fell to the ground.
This was like a signal, and the entire military camp instantly erupted in chaos.
The soldiers went berserk, attacking each other, punching, kicking, and even biting.
Down with fascism!
"For the Tsar!"
"Hurrah!"
A cacophony of chaotic slogans rose and fell, turning the entire military camp into a giant madhouse, with tragedies of infighting taking place everywhere.
The commander, witnessing all this from inside his tent, was so terrified he lost control of his bladder and bowels. He grabbed the phone and screamed at Moscow in a heart-wrenching voice, "We're cursed! Everyone's gone mad! Help!"
...
10 Downing Street, London.
Prime Minister Churchill slammed the telephone receiver on the table, and the cigar fell from the corner of his mouth.
"What did you say? The fleet got lost in the Strait of Malacca? All equipment malfunctioned?"
"And over in Moscow, they say their border troops are experiencing a mass hysteria and are killing each other?"
In the meeting room, all the cabinet ministers looked ashen-faced.
“It was that ‘Spark’…it must have been him…” a foreign minister said, trembling.
"This is not a power that humans could possess! This is demonic! This is divine punishment!"
Churchill slumped in his chair, his proud Royal Navy appearing as vulnerable as a toy before that mysterious adversary.
He knew that the British Empire had lost, and had lost miserably.
He waved his hand, his voice hoarse and weak: "Contact Nanjing... no, contact Yan'an directly. Tell them that we are willing to... peacefully transfer Hong Kong Island."
The news caused an uproar around the world.
The Portuguese government was the first to follow suit, announcing the unconditional return of Macau.
After paying a heavy price of tens of thousands of soldiers killing each other, the once-tough Tsarist Russia finally relented, announcing its withdrawal from all occupied Chinese territories and the return of all administrative powers.
Following that, all the territories illegally acquired through unequal treaties, including the Outer Northwest region, Lake Baikal, parts of Tibet, some islands in the Beibu Gulf, Diaoyu Islands, some islands in the South China Sea, the Spratly Islands, the Pamir Plateau, and Black Box Island, were returned.
Autumn-leaved begonia, not yielding an inch!
......
The external threat has finally been temporarily resolved.
She knew that this peace, bought with her personal force, was not secure.
This country must have the power to protect itself.
She returned to Yan'an and shared her ideas with several leaders.
"The retreat of the great powers is only temporary. Once they realize that we are lagging behind, they will definitely launch another attack." Zhou Jue looked at the newly renovated map of China in the cave.
"Those blueprints and those technologies are our real trump cards."
The instructor nodded, his expression solemn: "Comrade Xinghuo, we understand. The research institute has been established, and the nation's top scientists and engineers are all heading to Yan'an."
“There’s one more thing.” Zhou Jue’s gaze swept across the location of Nanjing on the map.
"External threats have been eliminated, but internal troubles are on the horizon. Some people probably do not want to see a complete and powerful China."
Old Zhu slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it! We must first pacify the internal situation before we can deal with external threats. If these guys dare to cause trouble at this time, I'll be the first to object!"
"Old Zhu, calm down." Zhou pushed up his glasses and looked at Zhou Jue: "Comrade Xinghuo, have you received some news?"
Before Zhou Jue could speak, the system alarm sounded in her mind.
[Urgent Warning! Highest-level encrypted telegram intercepted from Nanjing!]
[Telegram content: Foreign forces have withdrawn, however, the red forces are still resisting and opposing our government. We are now assembling our forces to take Yan'an and achieve true unification.]
Zhou Jue's face instantly turned cold: "They really couldn't wait!"
She never imagined that Chiang Kai-shek would be so shameless in his pursuit of power.
"Comrade Xinghuo, what's wrong?" The instructor asked immediately when he saw that her face looked pale.
Zhou Jue repeated the contents of the telegram.
"Bang!"
Old Zhu crushed the teacup in his hand, turning it out of shape, and his face turned red with anger.
"Those bastards! The Japanese just left, and they can't wait to start a civil war!"
Zhou Xian and the instructor also looked grim.
"We can't let them succeed," the instructor said resolutely.
Zhou Jue stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Anyone who attempts to overthrow the old order on Chinese soil will not succeed!"
She looked at the leaders and said, “You are all ready to take over Nanjing at any time. This time, there are no more illusions.”
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