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

Seeing the fierce quarrel between the two senior Russian bosses, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense.

Several military generals exchanged meaningful glances, while the Politburo members looked at each other in confusion.

Joseph quietly observed everyone's reactions and interpreted their true thoughts from them.

"I think the most important thing right now is not the relationship between Longguo and us."

“The key question is,

The deadlock was broken by Kozlov, the head of the Main Military Intelligence Directorate.

“Is it possible to mass-produce such an aircraft?”

"An experimental aircraft and a fighter fleet are completely different concepts."

"Even if there's only one, it's cause for concern,"

Novikov insisted.

"Just think about it, if they master this stealth technology, our air defense system will be useless."

"They can penetrate deep into our airspace to conduct reconnaissance and even strike without our knowledge."

Joseph frowned, twirling his pipe between his fingers.

Howell wouldn't show me this video for no reason.

What does he want? What is he afraid of?

"I think we should ask the Dragon Nation directly,"

Molotov suggested.

“As allies, they have an obligation to explain themselves to us.”

"And then give them a hint that we know their secret weapon?"

Belia scoffed.

“What a brilliant idea.”

Joseph raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

His eyes fell on the image of the J-20 again, thinking about everything this fighter from the future represented and the huge changes it might bring to the balance of power in the world.

A sinister idea formed in his mind.

Maybe, just maybe, Howell's proposal deserves serious consideration?

After pondering for a long time.

Joseph finally exhaled slowly, the pipe spinning between his gnarled fingers.

The light in the conference room shone on his wrinkled face, and a calculating light flashed in his deep eye sockets.

He placed his pipe on the table with a sharp tap.

"Comrades, this is my decision,"

His voice was low and strong, and his fingers tapped the table.

"We should immediately ask the Dragon Nation about this mysterious fighter."

“If it does exist, we will demand, on behalf of our Red Front allies, that they share this technology.”

He paused for a moment. The room was completely silent, with only the ticking of the large clock on the wall filling the air.

Beria pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a sinister smile appeared on his face, as if he admired Joseph's political skills.

"Not only that, as our dearest comrades, I think we shouldn't be divided against the Dragon Nation."

“While asking them for technology…”

Joseph continued, his voice becoming more resolute.

"We will propose to form a Pacific Joint Fleet with the Dragon Nation and request to station it in Dallion Harbor."

"At the same time, a long-wave radio station will be established within Dragon Country to monitor the actions of the Eagle Sauce."

Molotov blinked in surprise and put down the notebook.

"Joseph Vissarionovich, these conditions...are too harsh."

“The Dragon people may not accept it.”

"yes,"

Defense Minister Bulganin couldn't help but interrupt, frowning.

"If asking Long Guo for the technical drawings of the J20 is just mutual assistance between brother countries."

"Your proposal is actually asking them to give up some of their sovereignty..."

The tense atmosphere in the conference room almost solidified into substance.

The military generals exchanged worried glances, and someone coughed softly, breaking the brief silence.

"Comrade Joseph,"

Air Force Commander-in-Chief Zakharov spoke cautiously,

"Do you think the Dragon people can accept these conditions?"

"They have always been extremely sensitive about territorial sovereignty issues."

Joseph showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

He slowly relit his pipe and took a deep drag, the smoke swirling above his trademark bushy mustache.

He looked at his subordinates in front of him with some amusement and narrowed his eyes.

Don't they understand yet?

This is not a multiple-choice question, but a threat!

“They dared not to agree,”

After a long while, Joseph finally spoke, his voice filled with absolute confidence, and each word was like the sound of ice falling into a glass, crisp and cold.

"At this point, the Dragon people have become hostile to one of the world's superpowers."

"If you reject us now, it means you're going to have to contend with two superpowers at once."

He stood up, walked to the world map on the wall, and ran his stubby fingers over the outline of Dragon Country.

"In this way, they will completely become an isolated island on the blue planet."

“Even the wise leader of the Dragon Kingdom wouldn’t take such a risk.”

Belia nodded, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with approval.

"And we still have a lot of chips in our hands."

“Don’t forget, there are a lot of…historical problems in Siberia and the Far East.”

He deliberately didn't finish his words, but everyone understood what he was referring to - those lands that once belonged to the Dragon Kingdom and were later forcibly occupied by the Tsarist Russian Empire through unequal treaties.

“They’ll take those factors into consideration,”

Joseph muttered to himself, his gaze crossing the national borders on the map, as if he had already seen the Mao Zedong flag flying over the port cities in the Far East. "Our great leader is a pragmatic man."

"If they accept these conditions,"

Molotov asked cautiously.

“Will we really share J-20 technology?”

Joseph turned around with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"Of course, Comrade Molotov, of course. We are loyal allies."

A few suppressed laughs echoed in the conference room.

Joseph's true intention is self-evident - it is not only to obtain technology, but also to control the Dragon Kingdom and tie it firmly to the chariot of the Russian bear.

"Prepare to draft a formal letter,"

Joseph returned to his seat, his tone becoming businesslike.

"We want to make these ... suggestions in the most friendly way possible."

"Remember, this is to strengthen the unity of the Red Front camp and to jointly fight against imperialism."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"After all, there shouldn't be any secrets between friends..."