Chapter 1180 Allen in Moscow

Allen Wilson …… permitted Minister Rabo Butler to prepare a draft requesting the Soviet Union to show its attitude, which included the Cuban Missile Crisis, the cessation of the attack on the Congolese Katanga Freedom Army, and the termination of the war in Asia.

Diplomatically, Britain had bundled together several recent events to use at the center of this diplomatic effort.

Bundling in this way is not entirely without danger; the Cuban Missile Crisis is a Soviet and American affair, there is still a war on the roof of the world over who is the boss of the third world, and as for the war in the Congo it is cobbled together.

But that doesn’t mean that the Congo fight isn’t dangerous, in fact the most likely thing that will end up being taken out by the Soviets to make an example of them is the direction of the Congo war, Alan Wilson even expressed pessimism about this and hoped that Grace would be able to take care of the targets that were set quickly, or else she might set herself on fire.

British public opinion this wave of bundled sales, shall not be avoided to reach the United States, and is being accepted by many people. Was the Cuban Missile Crisis the United States protecting itself, or was it part of a worldwide, Soviet bloc offensive?

It totally depends on how to say more easily have sales, as a country where conspiracy theories are prevalent, it’s obvious how big it is ah.

The division of labor for this mediation was already set, with the British and French Foreign Office number one visiting Washington, expressing support for US behavior, and the number two going to Moscow, for diplomatic mediation.

It was important to dabble while the heat was on, or else it was likely to fail to make an impression on the world.

It was already very dark. Colonel Richardson parked his automobile at the dock, walked himself near the forward gangway of the docked submarine, and headed for the gangway.

He had just returned the sentry’s salute when he heard his arrival announced over the ship’s loudspeaker. Slowly he climbed the twenty-seven shiny steps leading to the gangway.

Buck Williams, the submarine captain who had been alerted by the loudspeaker, was waiting for him.

“We’ll be fully provisioned and ready to set sail if you need us, Commander.”

“Good,” Richardson said as the two of them headed for Richardson’s stateroom, “cur’s sorry to make you do this, Buck. But since the telegram from Fleet Command, there aren’t many options left.”

When the two officers arrived in the cabin, Richardson pushed Barker in without a word, closed the door, and then drew a message from the safety desk. It was a telegram forwarded by the Commander, Submarine Force, Atlantic Fleet.

At this point, they re-read the message again, and no one spoke. They looked at it with rapt attention, as if they could discern further meaning that might have been expressed.

(narrator) The best way to counter-submarine was to use submarines, and with the overwhelming superiority of surface forces, the only way the Soviets could infiltrate Cuba was to use submarines, and then to capture the Soviet submarines was the greatest gain.

The submarine itself is a hidden weapon, even in a strong surface fleet, it is inevitable that there will be negligence. Failure to catch this invisible weapon platform, after knowing the fact that the Soviet Red Navy could not fight against the United States on the sea, Khrushchev did not intend to admit defeat, but sent submarines to infiltrate, to test the United States to build a solid encirclement or not.

Four submarines departed quietly from the Kola Peninsula, sneaked south, successfully evaded the NATO reconnaissance points in the North Atlantic, and soon entered the Caribbean Sea.

Soon, the B-36 was leading the way towards the American blockade, followed by the other three submarines. A few hours later, the four submarines successfully crossed the blockade line and headed for the waters off Cuba.

At this time, the captain of the B-4 relaxed his vigilance and ordered the submarine to surface and add oxygen while inside the blockade line. This attracted a reconnaissance plane circling overhead.

Spotting the scout, the submarine captain’s voice had filled the control room. “It’s almost got us in sight now, flying low, but the course is still steady.”

This plane is flying low, and it must be up to no good. It might be on an attack course! “Evacuate the bridge!” The submarine captain yelled, suddenly grabbing the microphone, “Dive!”

It was a twin-engine, propeller-driven, high monoplane with fixed landing gear fitted with gliders that could take off and land on the water again. It was obviously not a combat airplane. But the idea that in such a short time the Americans had been able to begin a reconnaissance of their submarines was absolutely untenable.

Perhaps the airplanes were all part of a joint operation – the idea was clearly correct. Perhaps their appearance and collision was no accident!

The plane suddenly began to climb. As it did, a small object on the belly of the plane rapidly detached itself, growing larger and larger in shape.

“Sound the collision alarm! It’s dropped something! Looks like a bomb!” The skipper swiveled his periscope quickly and continued to watch the plane, the scream of the collision alarm and the heavy thump of the closing hatch constantly echoing in his ears.

Boom! The explosion suddenly made a shocking bang. A white mist filled the periscope lens. The airplane disappeared.

But in dropping the bomb, the plane had apparently begun to climb high enough to escape the shock wave of the explosion, which was dangerous both to the target and to the scout plane itself. (narrator) What the reconnaissance plane had dropped was not a mere bomb, but also a flare to indicate to the surrounding American fleet that the interior of the blockade had been penetrated by Soviet submarines.

The presence of a Soviet submarine inside the blockade, and not just one, was immediately recognized by the U.S. Navy, and countless warships swarmed toward the area to conduct a carpet reconnaissance.

The discovered Soviet submarine could only dive, and in the deep sea the submarine turned off all ventilation equipment, even the air regulator, and sailed in silence for several hours. The air inside the boat was foul-smelling and almost unbearably hot. All the metals in contact with the outside sea water condensed out of the water. Iron pipes, struts, bulkheads, everything dripped.

Allen Wilson, who was about to board the plane, knew this and spent the last bit of time cheering for the U.S.S.R. “The Soviet Union should understand that with the strength of the U.S. Navy, it is impossible to let the Soviet Union infiltrate successfully.”

The Soviet Union’s infiltration failed due to the luck of the United States and the carelessness of its submarine captain.

As head of the visit to Moscow, Allen Wilson was also a staunch defender of the free world.

Arriving in Moscow, Allen Wilson sensed a great deal of hostility, but the permanent undersecretary, convinced of diplomatic immunity, thought he would have no security problems.

By nightfall, the most powerful woman in the Soviet Union, Ekaterina III, descends, allowing Allen Wilson to pay homage to the culture tsar.

Foltseva, with a look that says less of this, parrots Alan Wilson’s words before he left London, “The Soviet Union is not going to make it, isn’t that what you said? So what are you doing here?”

“Ekaterina, there were a lot of people present.” Alan Wilson explained with a resigned look on his face, “And I was telling the truth, Cuba is an island at best, no country on the ocean is a match for the US right now. Not to mention the Soviet Red Navy, the British Royal Navy doesn’t have the strength to do so, and now that the U.S. Navy can slowly trap Cuba, it’s self-evident in whose hands the initiative lies.”

“Are you smug?” Foltseva wore a look of dismay; there had never been a time when she had found the man with the deepest friendship so odious.

“That’s not true, I’m also very displeased with the Americans.” Alan Wilson bowed to Foltseva’s stone skirt and expressed his determination to be anti-imperialist and anti-feudal, “But we have to consider the reality, the reality is that the United States has blockaded Cuba.”

Foltseva grimaced, “Don’t think that the Soviet Union will back down, we are ready for anything.”

If this had been said decades later, applied to the Russia that had been backed into a corner, Allen Wilson would have believed it.

But now he didn’t think the Soviet Union was about to smash the pot; we were all alive and well, so why bother?

“I believe in the determined heart of the Soviet Union, but at the same time the heart of the United States is determined.” Allen Wilson turned the tables and let loose, “Maybe the Soviet Union is underestimating the free world, in our eyes, in fact, most of the people only have the role of cannon fodder. Take me for example, my wife and children have gone to Australia, the Soviet ICBMs can’t reach Australia, can they?”

Before the proletariat can unite, the capitalists have to unite first, otherwise aren’t they being exploited by these mudslingers?

In the final analysis, the Soviet Union does not now have the power to kill the United States at once.

“I’ve come over to represent the British government and give the Soviet Union a leg up, so don’t be so hostile to me.” Alan Wilson whispered full of concern, “The Soviet Union also needs this step, taking care of Britain’s diplomatic influence is just as good for the Soviet Union.”

“Who doesn’t know that you Brits and Americans wear the same pants.” Foltseva was stiff-lipped, not trusting British integrity.

This suspicion was true, but that wasn’t the point, Alan Wilson’s hands were already caressing the Culture Tsar’s shoulders, “Ekaterina, it’s been a long time, don’t be so mean to me, maybe I’ll even be able to give you ideas.”

Restricted by the different countries, every meeting between the two could be the last, the Culture Tsar’s cold treatment made Alan Wilson very sad at this time, the two should not meet like this.

The first to say soft words, also let Foltseva heart softened, indeed this man is not easy to come to a trip. She should not be like this!

The tenderness of the Tsar of Culture made Allen Wilson also give positive reviews, betraying Colonel Bennikovsky in the process.

“Why didn’t you say so last time?” Foltseva rose at once, not caring that she was already naked.

“Always leave a little of the crushing stuff behind, or you might get cold feet on me.” Alan Wilson’s demeanor at this moment was like that of Grand Admiral Bohgin, the lover of Ekaterina the Great in history.

“Is there more?” Foltseva was very skeptical that this man still had stock in his head.

“Really no more!” Alan Wilson spread his hands, indicating that there really wasn’t a single drop left.