Chapter 1227 – Loyalty!

“The issue of cadre inspection work cannot be emphasized enough.” Tselepine took the microphone, instructed the importance of the work of the Supervisory Committee, the door of the room was pushed open at this time, raised his eyes to see, if not the KGB Chairman Semichasne and who is it?

Quickly finish the sentence, Sherepine hand pointing to the chair in front of the inquiry, “today how to have time to come here, Lubyanka thing is not enough for you to be busy?”

“It is the matter of Lubyanka, Shurik, you know Ekaterina III’s son.” Semichasne spoke helplessly, “He applied for a job in Jakarta.”

Serepin raised an eyebrow, meaning what’s wrong with that? “It seems that Comrade Foltseva, fearing for her son’s life, pressured you?”

As he spoke, Serepin was a little cold, clearly not appreciating the gesture, but Semichasne shook his head and let out a long breath, “If that’s the case, the problem to simple. The problem lies in the fact that she agrees, yet fears for her son’s safety, and has to ask me to guarantee his safety by transferring an armed force to follow, which is too difficult.”

Sherepine’s face was a sight to behold, this answer was really out of his expectation, slowly whispering, “It’s no wonder, Alexeev graduated early from the Higher Technical School with a full honors program. After only a short time on the job, he’s still Foltseva’s favorite, and Indonesia is different, after all.”

The British were busy putting pressure on the Jakarta government, not to mention the fact that the Royal Navy’s Pacific Fleet, though a little older, was huge in tonnage and remained a constant threat to Indonesia.

At a meeting of the Central Presidency, the result of the meeting was indeed that the Sukarno government was on the verge of repeating the mistakes of Mossadegh.

The Communist Party of Indonesia was doing very well, but the religious and military forces in Indonesia were not to be underestimated, and if the worst came to the worst, the Soviet Union was really out of reach, and it was not unreasonable for Foltseva to fear for the safety of her children.

Shelepin was silent, and Semichasne waited, the two had a separate way of spending time together, and he was sure that Shelepin would tell himself when he figured it out.

“Let’s make an exception, the Central Presidium has decided to gift Indonesia some warships, and to take a battalion from the Dzerzhinsky Division armed to go with them aboard the warships. By the way how about the size of the embassy in Jakarta?”

Speaking of this, Serepin asked his loyalist, and Semichasne answered at once, “The trend of development of the Indonesian Communist Party is naturally in our eyes, the position of Jakarta is valued, and the embassy has just completed its expansion, and can take on its twelve hundred people at the same time to carry on diplomatic work.”

“Then there’s no problem, divide a batch into the embassy and post the rest as Indonesian Navy instructors.” Sherepin nodded, “I think that should put Comrade Foltseva’s mind at ease.”

The Soviet Union had never been quite generous with military aid, especially now with the fact that Indonesia, with a total of nearly three million members, was the strongest Marxist party in the world, aside from the Soviet Union and its restive little Eastern partner.

It was also because of this that the intelligence that came out of England that Britain had made plans to subvert Indonesia was taken so seriously in the Soviet Union.

Considering the value of Indonesia, the Soviet Union, although it has always been very generous in military aid, but this time extraordinarily generous.

The Soviet Union to provide a gift package can be said to be very luxurious, respectively, ten “Riga” class frigates, ten “fast” class destroyers, twelve “w” class submarines, fourteen “Kronstadt” class large hunting submarine and “Ordzhonikidze” cruiser, adding up to a total of forty-seven ships, the Indonesian Navy in the acquisition of these equipment, in addition to aircraft carriers of the Indian Navy, the whole of Asia has no enemy! The Royal Pacific Fleet (RPF) was a British Royal Navy fleet.

The Royal Pacific Fleet was part of the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom, which was a European country and not in Asia.

The highlight of the Soviet package was the light cruiser Ordzhonikidze.

This light cruiser is the third ship of the “Sverdlovsk” class cruiser, with a displacement of 16,600 tons, equipped with twelve large-caliber guns of 152 mm, both at sea and on land, has a very strong combat capability.

Based on what is known so far, most of the Indonesian Army heads are unreliable, and trying to find an agent from the Army could be very difficult, and would also require the Jakarta Embassy to make the discernment, so let’s start with the Navy and Air Force.

It was an uneventful day. Soon it was noon and an appetizing aroma wafted from the kitchen; it was time for lunch. Foltseva came out with the dishes and interrupted her son’s deep thoughts, “Alyosha, take this with you.”

“This?” Alexeyev froze, thinking he was being told to take food with him to Indonesia, but what caught his eye was a stack of papers with a list and notes of the top brass of the Indonesian military, and he didn’t know where his mother had brought them from.

“This is a classified document, it’s impossible for your rank to have access to it. There’s also the hard work of senior overseas agents in here.” Foltseva muttered with a worried look on her face, “You didn’t listen even when I told you not to go, if something really happened, what should I do.”

“They are all big shots in the Indonesian military.” Alexeyev commented flatly, “Why is Suharto focusing on the circle? He seems to be the lowest ranking in there.”

“Don’t spare any of them.” Foltseva gravely criticized her son for taking a chance, “Or it might put you in danger in turn.”

After a full meal, Alexeyev, with the document issued from Moscow in his hand, went to his room intending to lie down for an hour or two.

A few lines of the document were taken from The Times, others were related information compiled by Lubyanka’s people. , in which generalizations had been made. All the places that might be of interest to Alexeyev had been listed individually, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a professional veteran. Alexeyev read the clippings over and over again, and then got a call from Lubyanka.

Before the trip, Alexeyev tried to look as much like a secret front worker as possible, even meeting with the few friends he did have seemed cautious, first driving around a few times to make sure no one was following him, and then driving forward down the river, hoping to find a restaurant by the side of the road where he could enjoy the view.

The standard of food in the KGB restaurant is certainly good, but eating for a long time will also be tired, before leaving the country, Alexeyev as much as possible to relax, in the school of female instructors also came, the face of the favorite student can be described as a flavor, just a light glance, contains a million kinds of flavor.

As a professionally trained person, in the face of the invitation of the instructor to inspect the course, Alexeev could not back down, otherwise it would be but a waste of the training of the motherland.

Before taking off from Moscow for the Crimea, Foltseva herself came over to see her son off, looking at the flipped Damascus steel blade in his hand and somehow letting go slightly, “You’re a diplomat, don’t walk around in uniform when you arrive.”

“Understood, Mother.” Standing in the doorway of the terminal Alexeev kept waving his hand, “I’m sure it’s a nice parade, just wait for me to get things done and I’ll be back.”

“The main thing is not to show off.” Tears welled up in Foltseva’s eyes, at this point she was no longer the culture tsar, just a mother worried about her son’s well-being.

Alexeyev nodded his head, pinned the Damascus steel knife in his hand to the waistband of his pants, and disappeared in Foltseva’s line of sight with his suitcase, turning around Alexeyev with a relaxed face and not the slightest bit of nervousness muttered, “I’m going to crush you all for the motherland …… ”

The happy people are all alike, the unhappy people have their own misfortunes, and the sorrows and joys of life are not connected.

Admiral Maxwell Taylor, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, who had just stepped out of the White House, was frowning, wondering how to appease the Pentagon generals.

How to explain the fact that a veto had just been issued by President Kennedy about the fact that the United States should intervene in the Vietnam War.

Currently there were one point six million U.S. troops stationed in South Vietnam to help train the South Vietnamese army to resist an invasion by North Vietnam or even by one of the major powers behind North Vietnam.

The Pentagon believes that the current military placement is insufficient and does not serve as a deterrent, and that the military must be increased to at least the size of the U.S. forces in South Korea, but this much-needed proposal was vetoed by Kennedy.

Originally the military had been very good to Kennedy before, increasing aid to South Vietnam and raising the garrison to one point six million, all to the satisfaction of the Pentagon.

This time originally the Pentagon would have had high hopes for the President’s attitude, but it didn’t realize that the previous goodwill had come to a screeching halt.

Kennedy did support the Pentagon’s proposal, but in a limited way, which certainly did not satisfy the Pentagon.

At almost the same time, Alan Wilson was chanting similar words, “Loyalty without absolutes is absolute disloyalty!” It wasn’t that he was suddenly omniscient enough to know that there was a new situation in Washington.

Rather, it was a new evolution of an old problem, Pamela Mountbatten was receiving representatives of the three major grain merchants in the U.S. The sale of grain to the Soviet Union had already been initiated, and he wasn’t worried about any more twists and turns.

Just have a feeling about the three major grain merchants come over to show their goodwill, have been warned by the President of the United States, and still do not die to come to Europe. Is not the loyalty is not absolute it.

But Alan Wilson at this time to do things, is indeed related to the military, to be precise, and military intelligence.

It was at the request of the United States, to assess the importance of the stability of Vietnam to the free world, not his active solicitude, it is indeed the request of the United States, he practiced the special relationship between the United Kingdom and the United States, the practice of the purpose is that the war is justified.

What, you mean make an assessment that doesn’t justify war? Wouldn’t that put Britain in a position where its loyalty was not absolute? That would upset the Pentagon, and Allen Wilson couldn’t do that, against the original purpose of the Anglo-American special relationship.

To clear the air, he also just copied editorials on Vietnam from a major power over a two-year period, to be a good information carrier.