Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

After pondering for a moment.

Howell slammed his fist down on the desk.

"Immediately call the Ministry of Defense and the heads of missile design," his voice cracked with anger. "I want to see a complete space program within 24 hours. No upper limit on the budget, no limit on the manpower!"

Johnson asked cautiously, "Mr. President, what do you mean..."

“At any cost!”

Howell stood up and put his hands on the table.

“I don’t care how much it costs or how many resources it takes. We have to get there before the Dragons do!”

"But Mr. President,"

At this time, Singh, who had been promoted to Secretary of State, hurried forward.

“If we put all the money into the space program, what will happen to the Marshall Plan?”

“Europe is only halfway through its reconstruction…”

“Screw the reconstruction of Europe!”

Howell grabbed the papers on the desk and threw them to the floor.

"Let the Europeans figure it out! The most important thing now is not to let the Dragons get ahead of us in space!"

Singh wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Johnson.

He saw that Howell's eyes were bloodshot and he was obviously blinded by anger.

“Mr. President,” the Pentagon representative reminded him, “according to budget estimates, if we want to achieve a moon landing within eight years, we will need to invest at least $2500 billion…”

"I said, no matter the cost!" Howell roared. "Even if it costs 5000 billion, I won't hesitate!"

"Do you know what it means to let Dragon Country land on the moon first? That will completely shake Eagle Country's world leadership!"

There was dead silence in the office.

Everyone looked at the commander-in-chief who was usually known for his calmness, but now he was like a mad lion.

"I've made up my mind," Howell's voice calmed down a bit, but his eyes were still enthusiastic. "From today on, the space program is the Eagle Country's top priority. All other plans, including the Marshall Plan, must be abandoned!"

Singh leaned weakly against the wall.

As a top think tank, he knew very well what this meant.

In order to support such a huge space program, the Eagle Country will have to significantly cut its aid to Europe and may even need to borrow astronomical amounts of national debt.

But Howell no longer cared about that.

He walked over to the world map, his eyes fixed on the picture of the moon. "Call von Braun and his team. I want them to start designing the rocket immediately."

"Also, set up a dedicated space agency for me, and call it...NASA!"

Johnson quickly wrote in his notebook: "Mr. President, if we cut aid to Europe, the British might take advantage of it..."

"To hell with the wooly bear!"

Howell turned and shouted.

"Our biggest rival right now is Dragon Country! Not only do they have the atomic bomb, but they're also trying to surpass us in space. This is absolutely intolerable!"

He walked back to his desk and picked up the phone. "Phone the Pentagon and tell them the President has requested an emergency meeting."

"Also, have the CIA send more personnel to monitor Longguo's every move, especially Qian Sen's activities. I want to know every one of their next plans!"

The others in the office looked at each other in bewilderment. They could all see that Howell had been driven crazy by the Dragon Kingdom's space program.

But at this time, no one dared to raise any objection.

"Go ahead," Howell waved his hand. "Remember, from now on, Eagle Country has only one goal: to land on the moon before Dragon Country! Everything else can be sacrificed!"

As the others filed out of the office, Singh glanced back.

He saw Howell standing at the window, his eyes fixed on the sky.

In that direction, an invisible satellite is playing "Jasmine Flower", announcing the arrival of a new era.

And the Eagle Country, the most powerful country in the world, is being pushed into a costly space race under the wrath of its leader.

Singh knew that this decision would change the entire world.

But at this moment, no one can stop this from happening...

……

at the same time.

Joseph's office in the Kremlin.

Heavy curtains blocked out the cold Moscow winter day, and the fire in the fireplace inside the room crackled softly.

Kozlov stood at his desk, having just finished reporting on everything he had seen in Jiuquan.

Joseph sat behind his large oak desk, his pipe extinguished, but he seemed not to notice.

"You said," Joseph said slowly, his voice low, "the thrust of Dragon Country's rockets has reached 75 tons?"

"Yes, Comrade General Secretary." Kozlov nodded. "And according to our experts' analysis, the multi-stage rocket technology they use is very advanced."

Joseph stood up and walked over to the world map hanging on the wall of his office.

His eyes fell on the yellow land, and his eyes became deep.

As the leader of the Red Front, he has always treated Longguo as his younger brother. But now...

"How is the development of Korolev's R-7 rocket going?" he asked suddenly.

Kozlov was a little nervous: "It's still in the experimental stage. The recent ground tests have been..."

"Speed ​​up the process!" Joseph interrupted him, his voice filled with undeniable authority. "From today on, the space program is the top priority."

"Tell Korolev that I want to see our satellite launched into space within six months!"

“But Comrade General Secretary,” Kozlov said cautiously, “this requires a huge investment of funds. And our heavy industry construction plan…”

Joseph turned around, his eyes piercing: "Do you know what it means for Longguo to launch a satellite first?"

Kozlov was silent.

Of course he understands.

Within the Red Front, scientific and technological strength represents the right to speak.

If China is allowed to maintain its lead in the aerospace field, Russia's position as the big brother will be shaken.

Joseph walked back to his desk and picked up a translated document of the Dragon Kingdom's "Nine-Day Plan." "They say they want to achieve manned space flight within three years and a moon landing within eight years."

His voice turned cold.

“If they really do that, do you think other socialist countries will still regard us as Big Brother?”

The office was silent, with only the faint crackling of the flames in the fireplace.

"Immediately call the heads of the Ministry of National Defense and the Academy of Sciences," Joseph sat back heavily in his chair. "I want to see a complete manned space program within today."

“No budget limit!”

"Yes, Comrade General Secretary." Kozlov stood at attention and saluted. "Then the construction of heavy industry..."

"Reset all priorities!" Joseph said sternly. "Nothing else matters now. There is only one goal: to send people into space before Dragon Nation does!"

He stood up and walked to the window, drawing aside the heavy curtains, letting in the Moscow winter sun.

The golden dome of the Kremlin in the distance shone in the sun, but Joseph's mood was extremely gloomy.

"Inform Korolev," he said, his voice tinged with a subtle hint of anxiety. "I'll give him full authority. As long as our astronauts can be the first to enter space, any conditions are negotiable."

Kozlov was writing down Joseph's instructions, but he noticed that the General Secretary's fingers were unconsciously tapping on the windowsill, a sign that he was preoccupied.

"Also," Joseph said suddenly, "strengthen intelligence gathering on the Dragon Kingdom Space Base."

"I want to know every detail of their plan. Especially..."

He paused.

“Especially where their technology comes from. How could an agricultural country master such advanced technology in such a short time?”

Kozlov hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that maybe it was because they really found their own path of development.

But under Joseph's gloomy gaze, such words were obviously inappropriate.

"Go ahead." Joseph waved his hand. "Remember, from now on, the wooly bear has only one enemy: time!"

"We must complete manned space flight before Longguo. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish, but Kozlov understood. If Dragon Country maintained its lead in aerospace, the entire Red Front would be transformed.

And this is something Joseph absolutely cannot accept.

As Kozlov left the office, he heard Joseph mumbling to himself.

"Space must belong to us, the bears..."