The Cold War: Jumping back and forth between the two camps

"Gentlemen! Today I just want to tell you the facts!

The fact is that South Korea is clearly a dog we keep, but now think about it, it seems that we are more like their thugs, right? "

It was already the end of the month. Dunn stood on the podium in the conference room of the Ministry of Defense and looked at the members of the Ministry of Defense below the stage, including his brother Antonio.

"Now that the war has started, the South Korean army will not look like an army at all!

They are more like a group of sheep seeing a tiger! Many times our failures on the front line were because the South Korean army fled first, allowing the mainlanders to tear open a hole in the front line, thus leading to the failure of the entire battle. This is not just one or two times, but basically every time.

I mean every time!

We are the ones who are fighting for them and defending their country, but in the end it is our people who are sacrificed. Think about it, is this normal? Do we really need to fight for such a country?

As long as we can ensure that this dog doesn't die, our goal will be achieved. There is no need to sacrifice our soldiers for their unity!"

Dunn's words were very infectious, and many members of the parliament in the audience were moved.

"Mr. Bartomani Jr."

Indeed, a middle-aged man put the microphone to his lips and began to question Dunn.

"As far as I know, we have basically stopped South Korean soldiers from taking on more combat duties on the front lines!

So now we have basically stabilized the battle line, right? "

Dunn looked at the military rank on the middle-aged man's shoulder. He was a major general, just like his brother.

"Sir, you are right. We really don't dare to let the South Korean army take on too many combat obligations now!

But this does not conflict with what I just said! They can stand on the sidelines of the war with peace of mind, watching our soldiers fighting the Chinese with bayonets on the front line!

In that situation, we are more like the dogs they raise. They watch us fight and sacrifice ourselves with indifference!

Then after the war, they would say with disdain, "Oh my God! Those Chinese were so terrible, and the U.S. military was just so terrible!"

In fact, there are South Korean soldiers who have said this. I am grateful that I know Korean. I have heard similar words in South Korean military camps many times. I can understand their language. They don’t know that I can understand it, so they can say these words in front of me unscrupulously. Those South Koreans have no gratitude towards us at all! "

Dunn's words made the middle-aged major general who was asking the question look dark all of a sudden.

He pushed the microphone in front of him away and stopped talking.

"Gentlemen! Actually, at the beginning, I didn't take those bumpkins from the mainland seriously!

We thought it would be no big deal even if they joined the war. At that time, including our CIA and military leaders, all our attention was focused on the Red Empire. We were all worried about whether the Red Empire would end, but we didn't expect that the mainlanders would end up like this!

When the mainlanders crossed the Yalu River, I joked with my boss Lloyd and some military generals that we didn't expect to end up waiting for a group of wild rabbits that had just emerged from the mud!

At that time, we didn’t take mainlanders seriously at all, and then tragedy struck!

I don’t think I need to say much about what happened next, everyone should know it!

It’s not that I’m scared by those mainlanders and I don’t want to fight because I can’t defeat them, but because there is really no need for us to focus our energy on a war that doesn’t belong to us!

I fought the Japanese for several years in the Pacific battlefield. The fighting at that time was meaningful. After all, we wanted to avenge the Pearl Harbor incident and we wanted to destroy the Japanese!

But it is precisely because I have spent several years on the battlefield and in Qian County that I know how difficult the front line of the battlefield is.

If we were fighting for our own country, I would never beg you to stop the war as I am today.

The honor of the country is above all else, but the problem is that now we are risking our lives for a dog we raised. I think you all know the casualties on the front lines better than I do. As the war drags on, this number will get bigger and bigger!

Ask yourself, were those dead soldiers really worth it? The countries they protected did not regard them as protectors at all, and more often they just watched coldly, because now in the eyes of the people of the peninsula, whether they are ruled by the south or the north, they can accept it!

So we are more like outsiders. In the future, we can help South Korea unify the peninsula, but the prerequisite is that we must change the thinking of South Koreans and let them know that people in the north are enemies!

Redism is their natural enemy, even if those redists are of the same nationality as them, they are still their enemies!

Only when the South Koreans completely beg us for mercy will it be worthwhile for us to help them unify.

What's more, we don't have the ability to help them unify now. If the war continues, the only ones who will be embarrassed are those guys on our mainland who are barefoot and are not afraid of those who wear shoes!

As long as the war maintains the status quo, even if they lose a few more battles on the front line and retreat a little, they are still the winners, because they have won honor. They, a bunch of bumpkins, defeated our elite soldiers, us, the elite soldiers who came down from the battlefields of World War II. This is enough for them to brag!

Then the rest of the ridicule is ours. We can't even beat a bunch of bumpkins, but it's true!"

The meeting place fell into a long silence.

However, after a while, several representatives of military-industrial enterprises came to the stage to question Dunn, but he refuted them one by one. Basically, Dunn's speech and debate were successful.

"Okay, Mr. Bartomani, we will spend the next few days considering your and everyone else's suggestions!"

The last person to take the stage was the Deputy Minister of Defense, ending today's meeting.

The decision on whether to cease fire was not made at the meeting.

Dunn also knew that his speech just now was basically in vain. If he could make a decision, then these things would not be dragged on.

"Nice speech, Dunn!"

As they walked out of the venue, Antonio hugged Dunn.

"I didn't expect the little guy to have grown up to this point. He was refuting a group of politicians on the podium and they couldn't even open their mouths. I could hardly recognize that this was my brother!"

"It's a pity that I didn't achieve my goal. This war will probably continue!"

Dunn said sadly.

“This is not something we can decide!”

The two brothers walked out of the venue while talking. When they saw the car you wanted and were about to get in, a young man in a suit and tie came up to them.

"Mr. Bartomani! Our boss would like to meet with you two when you have time!"

"Who is your boss?"

Antonio asked, and before the young man answered, Dunn had roughly guessed the man's identity.

The young man took out two business cards from his pocket and handed them to the two brothers.

"I'm the marketing manager of Daman Arsenal! Our boss is of course the CEO of Daman Arsenal!"

"Okay, I get it! Let's go! We'll follow your car!"

Antonio smiled and walked directly into his car. Dunn looked at the young man deeply and got into the car as well.

The young man smiled and walked to the black car in front of the two brothers' cars.

Antonio's driver then started the car and caught up with the black car.

"It looks like those people from the military-industrial complex are trying to bribe us!"

Antonio said this and raised the business card in his hand.

"Then what do you think?"

Dunn asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Listen first! If the price they offer is right, I think we can negotiate. You won't be so stubborn as to insist on resolving the ceasefire issue because of money, right?"

Antonio asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How can I fight against these giants?"

Dunn smiled and shook his head.

"Let's do as you say. If they can really offer us something that makes us excited, then we should agree to their terms!"

Dunn knew that he was completely powerless in this matter.

The other party had ignored me before, probably because they saw that I was insignificant and just a deputy director of the Far East Branch.

Maybe it has never been noticed by others at all. Even the so-called Daman Arsenal that comes to find us is actually not that eye-catching among the entire military-industrial enterprises in the United States.

Dunn had done his homework and learned a lot about the beautiful domestic arsenals.

Soon the black car took the two brothers to the door of a luxurious hotel.

After getting out of the car, he led the two of them directly to a private room on the top floor of the hotel.

There were several middle-aged men in suits sitting inside.

"Mr. Bartomani Jr.'s speech at the Ministry of Defense today was excellent?"

A middle-aged man with gray hair came up and shook hands with Dunn.

Antonio stood behind his younger brother in a daze. He knew that the opponent's main target today was his younger brother and not himself.

In fact, within the Ministry of Defense, Antonio belongs to the neutral faction. He is the kind of person who has the ambition to continue the war but also to stop it.

Of course, the overall decision is to continue fighting. After all, his family owns a food factory in the isolated island area, although it is run by his younger brother.

But if the war continues, huge profits will surely continue to be made.

"Are you Mr. Smith, the CEO of Daman Company?"

Dunn asked after shaking hands with the gray-haired middle-aged man.

"That's right! I'm Sean Smith from the Daman Factory! Mr. Batomani, please sit down first. We can talk about this after we finish our meal!"