Chapter 1234 Nasser in Yemen

Alan Wilson stuffed Wick into the members of the talks on banning nuclear weapons testing, not that he was particularly fond of this subordinate, although he did have a little bit of this meaning, the main reason was that such talks would not bear fruit immediately, and it was more appropriate to put in someone to mix seniority.

Similar talks a few years time are not necessarily fruitful, this is also the norm in international conferences. Alan Wilson’s interest in Stockholm was limited to the fact that there was a Mrs. Greta Garbo, here to visit.

After attending the victorious opening, he returned to London to resume his career as a dull cabinet secretary.

“I had thought you would stay a few days longer.” Pamela Mountbatten wondered why her husband had been so good lately.

“Those kind of unimportant meetings are better for mixing up seniority, and I’m way past that.” Alan Wilson replied lightly, “Who wants to attend that kind of, boring, mouth-watering meeting all the time?”

“Unimportant?” Pamela Mountbatten was dumbfounded, not realizing that her husband would make such a comment, “That was the official negotiations on banning nuclear weapons testing, a matter of world peace.”

“For Europe, the Soviet tank armies are more of a threat than nuclear weapons that can be aimed at each other.” The corner of Alan Wilson’s mouth twitched, and he replied in a salty manner, “It’s much more important for you to get the Soviet Union to shrink its military forces in Eastern Europe a little bit, than some talks on banning nuclear weapons testing.”

What’s the point of this one meeting, can the Soviet Union control a major power? It couldn’t! Can Britain and the US get France to stop working on the hydrogen bomb? Neither can they, so what’s the point of this meeting?

It’s only useful in terms of getting a consensus, as Pamela Mountbatten said, to be able to call for world peace.

Alan Wilson on the Soviet Union’s threat perception, mainly in terms of national strength, the number of nuclear weapons is only one of the forms of expression, is the Soviet Union’s ground forces are not a threat? The Red Navy was weak? The air force was just crap? It’s all supported by national power.

“You’ve always had a high regard for countries with large populations, except for India.” Pamela Mountbatten flirted with her husband, feeling that men were biased on the subject.

“Because it’s true that India’s territory isn’t that big, and it’s geographically harsh. Hinduism’s influence is confined to South Asia and is simply a regional power, and what country but his own believes an Indian when he says that Buddhism is an offshoot of Hinduism?” Alan Wilson denied that he despised India’s behavior.

In fact he believed that even if India did not climb the high-end manufacturing industry, just rough development, want to in the total amount of Japan in a few decades later can be expected, the population is there.

And who’s to say Japan will stay at the high end? Alan Wilson thinks a certain big country wants to exceed Japan’s per capita income is not difficult, like Russia wants to exceed the level of Europe as simple.

The approach would be the same, find a way to create conflict to make international capital think that Japan is insecure. Use this insecurity to make Japan’s economy collapse, I can’t catch up with you, can’t I pull you to be as poor as me?

In his opinion, Japan’s fate is already nothing more than sooner or later, no conflict on the chronic death, per capita income dropped little by little, until even the automobile industry is also declining, and a major country toward each other.

If it comes to a thing like Ukraine, Japan is an island country that has to import everything, from the first world to the third world, half a year can do.

The world is so unfair, in the face of the challenge of the Soviet Union, the free world came together for decades of blockade and siege, the end of the Cold War did not dare to have the slightest slack, for fear that Russia has the beginnings of a fraud.

To Japan only need a plaza agreement on the line, the Americans know that Japan that the world’s second, leaving the U.S. system, that is, can not eat the level of food.

Any more, India is really a big country with a voice, not compared to the conditions of a major country, but more than 90% of the world’s countries or easy, unfortunately, there is no rich small countries around India, Pakistan is as barefoot, will not let the Indians blackmail.

When did Alan Wilson ever look down on India, he met the Indian ambassador to the UK only yesterday and sang the praises of the glorious history of Indian civilization, making it clear that the Battle of the Himalayas was just an accident and that India’s future is bright.

Do not say so also can not, the oil pipe P5 is this temper, really put on the appearance of the suzerainty of the admonition, the Indians will certainly tell you that India is a big country, by the way, recall the history of British colonization of India, Alan Wilson will be difficult, he is not able to beat the Indians in this aspect of the dialectic.

After quietly listening to her husband’s sophistry, Pamela Mountbatten, with a look of adoration that you were right, spoke, “So dear, do you think India comes before or after Egypt?”

“After, for England.” Alan Wilson replied decisively, “The importance of the Suez Canal to Britain, that has nothing to compare it to, and it’s worrying to hear that the Free Officers organization has never been wiped out.”

Originally Alan Wilson had thought that the Arab leader, Nasser, was supposed to have disappeared, but then the two riots in Algeria and Libya, which did not shake the local government, showed that the Free Officers’ organization had not fallen apart, so it seemed that Nasser was still alive as well, but just wandered off somewhere.

The Cabinet Secretary was not wrong in guessing that Nasser, who was determined to overthrow colonial rule, had stayed true to his philosophy. Taking his followers among the Arab world, he searched for the weak link of imperialism.

These years Nasser lived as the indomitable Emperor Zhaolie, failing in Egypt, failing in Algeria, failing even in Libya, which did not shake Nasser’s mind, he was convinced that there must be a resistance to the British colonization of the place.

He was in the middle of a gray, sprawling wilderness of rubble and dust. The time was neither day nor night. The ground beneath his feet was a shifting layer of gravel that tugged at his boots.

He struggled with his steps. A fiery, sharp pain emanated from the lower part of his back, which raced downward to his hips and upward into his spine. Salty, bitter fine sand gathered around his mouth. mouth of his throat, causing him to struggle to even breathe. He scanned the horizon and felt a stinging pain in his eyes: there were all wisps of black smoke slanted by the wind.

He felt fatigued, disoriented, and was losing strength. He slumped down and began to crawl on his hands and knees for support. Sharp rocks gnawed at the flesh.

He found his follower in a shallow ditch, covered in blood but still alive.

Nasser fed him water and could see that the wounds were not large. Nasser heard the thud of helicopter paddles, still soft but getting louder, a British Tiger helicopter gunship, a sound that had become almost a nightmare for him.

Must get out of this place soon. The noise was deafening now. The helicopters were right above them, just out of sight.

A hurricane of wind swirled and swirled the sand and gravel, blinding him. For a moment, he could see nothing, leaning down and groping for the soldier who had followed him. Nasser’s hand plunged into a chunk of flesh that had given way.

Then with the onslaught of bullets and rockets, the chaos began. Explosions came and went, sending up a dazzling cloud of gray smoke around them. From the unending echoing sound came the scream of a nearby man dying and lingered long in the air.

“No?” Nasser snapped, sitting up in shock and gasping for air, his face and neck covered in sweat. His legs were still shaking and twitching. His whole body felt like lead, and the feeling of isolation lingered in his mind for a long time.

It took a while before Nasser looked around the room, trying to compose himself. A dull ache emanated from his spine. Since his third defeat in Libya, Nasser had begun to have dreams like this, and they came frequently, in colors of nothing but black and gray, with nothing but desert in the background.

“Colonel, what’s wrong with you?” Sadat heard the commotion and entered Nasser’s room, behind him should follow Farah and the others, all followers of Nasser.

“I dreamed of hard times, many of my partners sacrificed their lives.” As Nasser spoke, the sweat on his body was gradually evaporating, and after a few words he regained a little bit of his spirit, “Enough of this, for the sake of our cause, we all still need to be firm in our beliefs.”

Nasser, who had lost many battles and lost many battles, seemed to have bred revolutionary optimism, inquiring about the current situation outside. With hundreds of followers, he had traveled to Yemen, a British colony, to continue his cause of Arab liberation.

He chose to come to Yemen because of the news that Britain was talking to the local tribal forces in Yemen about Yemeni independence, and that Yemen was in the stall of the ebbing tide of British power.

To this day, Nasser has been in the limelight and in the doldrums many times, and he chose to continue his career in Yemen, where British power was still strong, for himself and for his followers.

“The British commission has moved to Qatar, and most of the garrison has been withdrawn to the Persian Gulf and Socotra Island. Negotiations are currently underway with several clans. However, it seems that the UK expects to keep the Aden military base, and many are protesting for a complete withdrawal and the restoration of Yemen’s sovereignty.” Immediately, Farah replied, “Do we take advantage of this time for an armed uprising.”

“The failures ahead show that the colonizers are still quite powerful.” Nasser shook his head and said, “We have to ensure our success rate this time, so we must hunker down first and grow ourselves to stand firm so that we can rescue our other Arab brothers later.”

Although the multiple failures didn’t make Nasser lose a passion, there was clearly a hint of more prudence on his body.

How to stand firm in Yemen was the big thing he had to consider, especially since there were still strong tribal forces in Yemen, to ensure success, and it wasn’t too late to bring other ideas to fruition only after success.