Chapter 917 – The First Sputnik

“I’ll see what Iceland does now.” After the triumphant closing of the EC Foreign Ministers’ meeting, Alan Wilson hesitantly said to his top boss, Sir Ismay, “Even if the next EC Foreign Ministers’ meeting is held, it will at least be next year, how long can Iceland hold out? I’m very much looking forward to it.”

“Well done.” Sir Ismay complimented with full of recognition, “Of course from a personal point of view, it may be a bit petty, but the reckless behavior of the Icelandic side is the reason for inviting such a downfall.”

“The Icelanders deserve no sympathy.” Alan Wilson nodded with blissful disinterest, “It should have occurred to them when they rammed the British fishermen that we would not take kindly to it.”

Iceland would have been landed on several times by British marines if it wasn’t for the US pulling the plug in the middle of the Cod Wars.

Iceland is now getting the territorial waters it needs, but at the cost of the EC market excluding Icelandic cod.

As for the European countries that aren’t in the EEC, just the Scandinavian countries, Iceland could find a way to sell its cod to Eastern Europe and see if Moscow is willing to open its market to Iceland. But it’s also hard enough, the Hokkaido fishing grounds are now in the hands of the Soviet Union, Iceland also has a U.S. military base, so many factors mixed together, Iceland’s options are not much.

It can be said that now the Icelandic Prime Minister Herman Jónasson, the test that he faces has just begun, “Will the Americans apply pressure, after all, Iceland is extremely dependent on the European market.”

“You also said that the next meeting of EC foreign ministers will not take place until next year. We all know that major resolutions are only possible if all countries agree, we and France can convince the other member states though. But then, we can do that or not, and as long as one country does not endorse the lifting of the ban, we will have to wait.”

Sir Ismay explained in a petulant tone, Alan Wilson nodded and whispered, “Until Iceland gives in.”

Sir Ismay nods his head, in general this meeting of the EEC, mainly started to discuss the demarcation of the Gulf of Guinea.

Holland had no colonies in Africa, so as long as the five major African colonial powers recognized it, it was done.

The Gulf of Guinea was after all far away, and if it was North Africa, there might be opposition from Italy. After all, Italy still had designs on the North African countries, and because of the World War, Italy lost Libya, and with that, the Mountbatten Group discovered oil in Libya.

This was bad news for Italy, and the feeling of imbalance in the hearts of the Italians was rather aggravated by the sight of France still occupying Algeria and not letting go of it.

But the distant Gulf of Guinea has nothing to do with Italy, Italy has no reason to oppose, France even in private promise, can let the Italian capital, in the Spanish territorial waters for oil development.

Under this kind of temptation, the Italians had little sense of justice, directly disappeared, waiting for a share in the Gulf of Guinea.

In order to avoid the United States appearing to say something, the British foreign minister and permanent undersecretary, directly after the end of the EC meeting, returned to London, and Alan Wilson remained in Brussels, he still has some big deals to talk to Pokina.

Ruffling Bokina’s short blonde hair that was permed into waves, Allen Wilson slowly fell in love with it, indulging in neutral beauty that he couldn’t extricate himself from.

“Looking good.” The short-haired powerhouse half-kneeling in front of the man lifted her head and glanced with a hint of winks at the condescending Imperial Commissioner.

“There’s not a single part of your entire body that isn’t beautiful.” Alan Wilson had the air of the world bowing down before me.

“Just know how to say nice things.” Covering her mouth, Bokina left in a huff, only to return after a few more moments, “A few of your countries casually talking about dividing the second Persian Gulf is so worthy of a colonial empire.”

“I must correct myself, Britain is different from other colonial empires.” Alan Wilson’s patriotic heart exploded, and at the same time, he said with conviction, “If the colonial era is an inevitable choice, it is a blessing for this world to be colonized by Britain. Of course other countries may not see it that way because of different positions.”

The colonial era is definitely evil, but certain countries that colonized in their own place would surely have co-developed and would not have been so cruel to brainwash the pack, nothing more than not catching up with the colonial era to stand and talk.

Imperial Russia’s expansion, it seems that there is no mercy to where. As for a big country, the Qing dynasty is not going to choose the colonial road, the knife to overfire, people want to change the kind of more consistent with the Qing dynasty expansion of ideas.

As for the Ming dynasty not conquered the country are fast to put themselves in a circle, fundamentally eliminate the possibility of expansion.

The policy of the two dynasties is similar, driving seedlings to expand the industry is the policy of the two dynasties have been continued, Manchu and Han Chinese in this regard is no difference. The subtle difference is that the Qing Dynasty suppressed the list also includes the Han Chinese, the Ming Dynasty suppressed the list includes the female genitals.

For the other ethnic groups in the territory, the policy has been consistent: obey or die. If there is a near-impossible possibility that two dynasties did try to colonize, all that would be left in the history books would be the phrase, at such-and-such a time, there was a great fusion of ethnic groups. ……

As for the people who fused, a country where changing dynasties and halving the population is a routine operation doesn’t need to think deeply about where it went.

Of course the real history, the colonial era Britain is the biggest profiteer, did things can not be treated as not having happened, Bokina connotation of his two sentences he can be beaten upright, but to say that the United Kingdom replaced by other countries to implement colonial policy, the world is better, Allen Wilson is a word do not believe.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, the Gulf of Guinea is so big, we also contribute a little.” Pogina’s condescending whispered plea fully embodied the anti-war defeat not anti-war trait, and from that point of view, Pogina was already a mental German.

“There’s no way you can try to merge out an oil company in France and get into the Gulf of Guinea in an indirect way. Total you don’t want, France isn’t as nice as we are in England.” Alan Wilson pondered for a moment and pointed out a curved path for Pogina, “France still wants to pull the strings on Germany, grab that and think of something.”

Pogina wants not much, at least in Allen Wilson’s eyes, the Gulf of Guinea is so big, borrowing a little German power, it may be possible to make the European power in Africa more solid.

Of course there was no guarantee that it would work Allen Wilson, the French had always had a hard time eating their words. It was no idle boast that Britain was the moral high ground among colonial powers.

As an affirmative action pioneer, he had never done anything to help women, especially ladies on an equal footing with their wives.

Before he came to Brussels, he even instructed two female presidents to help members of the Zodiac, endorse French luxury brands and explore the North American market.

Pogina, despite his previous convictions, was still willing to help if asked. Who let him be pro-European, the colonial empire is faltering, one more European country to help is one more force.

At the same time that the EC foreign ministers met and determined the demarcation of the Gulf of Guinea, leaving the countries involved fist-pumping and ready to send their men to dig up the black gold, the Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic, the Baikonur Space Launch Center, a launch site in which the Soviet Union had invested a huge amount of money, was at that moment welcoming nearly all of the current world’s great bulls in the field of rocketry.

Sergei Pavlovich Korolev, Mikhail Kuzmich Younger, Grushko, Chernomyi, and other teams of the most authoritative Soviet specialists, as well as Von Braun’s team were all present.

The entire area around the launch site had been surrounded by the Soviet Red Army and the KGB’s General Directorate of Military Administration, seemingly as if they were on the verge of an attack.

“Mr. Werner is here as well, I hope we can bring humanity into a whole new era through this cooperation.” Korolev greeted Von Braun’s already team as he rushed into the command room.

“That is our common purpose.” Von Braun nodded, similarly expressing his recognition of Korolev’s abilities.

For von Braun team, including Korolev including Soviet experts are convinced, without this team, the Soviet Union in the field of rocketry would never have made so much progress, this kind of respect is completely in the professionalism of von Braun himself, and does not relate to the other party is whether or not it is a German.

After a friendly expression of goodwill, Korolev turned to the others and said, “The Party and the country are waiting for news of our victory; this launch is of great significance to all mankind; the people of the Fatherland are looking forward to it, and we have a great responsibility.”

In other rooms at the launch site, a series of assessments are being made, from direction to humidity, to find the most suitable meteorological conditions. The whole process is methodical and orderly.

As replies from various parties indicating no problems came through the microphones into the command room, the faces of Kolyorov and Von Braun did not ease at all; this was an unusual launch mission because among the R7 rockets, there was an artificial satellite.

“No anomalies on the Companion.”

“The R7 rocket has been inspected, no anomalies.”

“Meteorological conditions are favorable for a rocket launch mission.”

Korolev said into the microphone, “All conditions are in place, requesting a launch mission.”

“Granted.” With a rustling sound, approval came from the other end of the microphone.

The countdown began, and with every second that passed, the pressure throughout the Baikonur Space Launch Center seemed to increase a little more, the R7 rocket ignited successfully, and the rocket flew upwards from the launch pad under the thrust of the tail flame, the entire launch process went smoothly, but this was only the beginning.

It wasn’t until the rocket entered its intended orbit and the successful release of the artificial satellite was confirmed that the Baikonur Cosmodrome was plunged into a sea of joy.

Immediately after, the TASS news agency reported on the success of the launch mission, “The first artificial Earth satellite has been born and successfully launched by the Soviet Union …… The artificial Earth satellite will pave the way for space travel, which seems to foreshadow that the present generation will witness how the people of the new socialist society, with free and autonomous labor, will turn the most audacious dreams of mankind into reality. dreams into reality.”