Chapter 115 Closing of the Conference

Unfortunately, ah, slogans are shouted loudly, but can’t make a beginning and an end, this is really a regrettable thing ah.

Alan Wilson could not stop sighing in his heart, although he had fought as hard as he could, but he could not change the nuclear bomb finally came out. If the U.S. Army landed in Japan, just hit the Japanese mainland duel, and finally the Japanese defeat and surrender, the United States died a million or seven hundred thousand people, so that all will be happy.

Then the US would have been hit just as hard as the other countries involved in the war, and everyone would have been on the same playing field. It wouldn’t be as unfair as it is now. He believed that in fact, the leaders of many European countries now, in their hearts, also hoped that the Japanese would do what they said they would do, so that the United States suffered heavy losses.

Unfortunately, it’s such a damn shame that with the nuclear bomb, it made history go the other way. It had to make Allen Wilson feel sorry that the Americans really had this dog in the fight.

Although the communiqué has been issued, the Potsdam Conference has not yet officially closed, stomping the earth trembles three big names. In the time of the sword and crossbow still can do to talk and laugh, in the communiqué issued after the more comfortable, false and talk about friendship, completely ignoring the front line of the war is still going on, the state dinner one after another.

“Uh ……” ruthless bite of chicken legs Allen Wilson choked, with the wastefulness of the heart of the resentful mood, the other hand picked up the whiskey neck and into, seems to be in the accusation of the injustice of the world!

“We flick grass like mud, prostrate in the mountains and fields, sure that the divine state will not be destroyed, seven lives to serve the country, never surrender!” All over Japan, the mobilization orders conveyed by the military department sent the Japanese running for cover.

The military police went from door to door to notify the Japanese people, and the whole of Japan was thrown into a frenzy because of the home front decisive battle program of the main camp. According to the plan, 28 million people were to be mobilized to form the National Volunteer Combat Teams. Every possible effort was made to collect weapons from the civilian population.

The battle plan printed by the War Office was spread all over Japan, and the Fujita Combat Research Institute, issued guidelines for homemade weapons. Native dueling homemade pistols, so rudimentary that the Allied guerrillas had never seen them, and native dueling rifles, with bolts?

Everything that could be called a weapon in Japanese folklore was raided, guns traced their history from rear-loading all the way to front-loading, from fire-rope rifles all the way to fire-gate rifles, and anything that could explode even a firecracker was taken out and turned into a mortar with a bamboo mount.

Countless samurai swords enshrined in Japanese homes were taken out, the people went up to the mountains and cut down bamboo to make bamboo guns, longbows, crossbows, stone throwers, things that could only be used for war, all appeared, hand-plowed landmines, and suicide kits had long since been a minor spectacle.

The toughness of the Japanese government even caused word of mouth among the delegates at the Potsdam Conference.

“Alan, how can there be people like that in the world, aren’t the Japanese afraid of death?” Ivor, who also took pleasure in the Soviet state dinner, squeezed next to Allen Wilson, “It’s not like we haven’t seen the Orientals before, what’s so special about the Japanese?”

“What’s special about the Japanese is that they’re stupid enough.” Swallowing the food in his mouth, Allen Wilson sneered, who the hell would want to live like this, “A few months ago, didn’t Germany also form a few million militia? Now they’re all in POW camps.”

It wasn’t the first time that this kind of thing had come up, a few months ago Germany had a few million militia, and it didn’t seem to do anything to the Allies. Nothing was exchanged except for what some people called the temperament of standing and dying.

Even if the nukes hadn’t come out and the home front showdown had actually taken place, it would have been nothing more than more Japanese deaths. Alan Wilson lamenting the appearance of the nukes wasn’t caring about the survival of the Japanese at all, it was just hoping that a few more Americans would die to bring the balance of the several victorious nations closer.

“That’s right, I don’t believe the Japanese are any harder to deal with than the Germans either.” Avril agreed after a moment’s thought.

It wasn’t supposed to be, Japan was the weakest of the Axis powers in terms of national strength itself, nothing more than a much stronger mental state than Italy. Italy had never had the determination to put up a fight, and naturally couldn’t squeeze out its full industrial potential.

Before WWII Italy and Japan were comparable in industrial scale, and Italy was a bit more automated and efficient.

The home front showdown only caused discussion among a small group of shrimps at the level of diplomats like Allen Wilson. For the leaders of Britain, the United States and the Soviet Union, it was nothing more than a dream.

On July 30, the Potsdam Conference closed in the midst of a final state dinner, with Britain, the United States, and France all partially getting what they wanted, and Allen Wilson concluding his work at the Potsdam Conference.

The Soviet delegation was the first to leave Potsdam, and Allen Wilson went to the train station on behalf of Britain to bid farewell to the great ally.

Foltseva, the rival who had been operating directly in the dark, Allen Wilson kept a good attitude and said goodbye to the other side. I hope that the other party will fly after the future, can remember the meeting of the British experience of cooperation, do not make the relationship between the two countries too stiff.

“Aren’t you afraid that you will be recognized as a Soviet spy when you return?” Foltseva blankly glanced at Alan Wilson, and pouted at the several British diplomats behind Alan Wilson.

“Oh ho, what a joke, I’m not going to be a spy for the rest of my life. I’m going to be a civil servant for the rest of my life!” Allen Wilson bristled with a sardonic smile, “Ideal that thing I don’t have at all. On the contrary, Ms. Foltseva, let me assume for a moment that the current two countries would turn each other’s staff into spies, and we’d definitely gain more. You Soviets are at a disadvantage!”

“Oh?” Not only was Foltseva unconvinced, but even the British and Soviet diplomats around the two men listened sideways.

“Because you are naturally at a disadvantage, we can turn anyone, because the Soviet Union forces the gifted and the mediocre to a level by administrative force. The mediocre are naturally satisfied with the status quo. But what about those who consider themselves wistful?” Alan Wilson said with a conceited smile, “We can turn anyone, exceptional ballet dancers, Olympic gold medalists, famous writers, and even senior cadres. You can even use your published reward list to go directly to your door to turn them, or not at all, and those talented people who think that the country has buried them will come running over to embrace the free world of their own accord.”

“Well said Allen!” The other British diplomats shouted loudly and applauded for Alan Wilson’s words, causing the thoughtful Foltseva to wake up and couldn’t help but say, “The British are the best at taking advantage of their mouths, and we’ll see who develops well in the future when the time comes.”

The train started and disappeared in the middle of the crowd’s gaze, Allen Wilson was still receiving appreciation from other colleagues. Being in the current Anglo-American relations, Truman didn’t leave in a hurry, but talked about some things with British Prime Minister Adderley without the presence of the Soviets.