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

Inside the Kremlin, a deafening roar echoed in Joseph's office.

“What?! They dare to refuse?”

He slammed the diplomatic note in his hand onto the exquisite oak desk, causing the entire table to shake.

The half-full glass of vodka on the table swayed, casting dancing shadows under the light.

Joseph's face flushed crimson, and beneath his thick beard his lips twisted in anger.

"Yes, Joseph Vissarionovich,"

Deputy Foreign Minister Gromyko stood in the center of the office, maintaining a straight, military posture, although there was a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

"The Dragon Kingdom's response was very clear."

"They rejected our request to establish a joint fleet in Dalyan port, refused to build a long-wave radio station on their territory, and refused to share J-20 technology."

“Their language was… pretty strong.”

Joseph took a deep breath, the anger in his eyes almost burning everything in front of him.

He paced around his desk, fists clenched.

"Longguo, this ungrateful traitor!"

Joseph said through gritted teeth.

"Have they forgotten who gave him the legitimacy to rule? Who supported him during the civil war?"

“Who provided him with the industrial base and military technology?”

“And now, he dares to reject us!”

The other Politburo members and senior military officials in the office maintained a tense silence.

Belia gently wiped his glasses, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Molotov lowered his head and flipped through the documents, seemingly avoiding Joseph's gaze.

"What's even more unacceptable is that they have mastered technology that we don't even have,"

Joseph's voice dropped to a dangerous calm.

"The J-20... This fighter is several generations more advanced than our most advanced MiG. Where on earth did Longguo get this technology?"

"Intelligence believes it could be some kind of technological breakthrough," Defense Minister Bulganin replied cautiously, "or... some kind of external assistance."

Joseph stopped, his eyes hard.

“External assistance? Eagle sauce? Impossible. They were also defeated by the J-20.”

The tension in the office practically solidified.

Outside the window, the night of Moscow has enveloped the Kremlin, and the few lights on the window cast blurry human figures.

"Forget it, let's not dwell on this matter for now."

"Comrades, I have something to announce."

Joseph walked over to the map in the middle of the office and traced his finger across the long border between Dragon and Bear.

"The Dragon Nation has become a heretic within the Red Front camp."

"Their technological advancement and arrogance pose a serious threat to us."

He turned and faced everyone present, his eyes blazing.

"I have decided to remove Dragon Nation from the Red Front. Spread this message to all Red Front nations."

"Joseph Vissarionovich,"

Molotov finally looked up, a rare note of concern in his voice.

“Doing so could cause a split in the Red Front camp. Other countries might…”

"Split?" Joseph interrupted him with a sneer, "If we don't take action, when the J-20 of Longguo flies over our airspace, our great bear will probably crawl at the feet of Longguo!"

He walked over to the phone and picked up the red receiver.

"Connecting to the White House. I need to speak to President Howell."

Everyone present held their breath.

Joseph actually wants to contact the Eagle Sauce Leader directly?

This was simply unimaginable during this Cold War era.

The buzzing sound of the phone being connected was particularly harsh in the silent office.

Finally, the translator's voice was heard, and then Howell's.

"General Howell,"

Joseph spoke in Russian, and the translator quickly converted his words into English.

"I think we have some troubles in common."

After a brief silence, Howell's voice came.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Joseph."

“But the ideological divide between us…”

“Ideology can be put aside for a while,”

Joseph interrupted bluntly.

"In order to deal with the Dragon Kingdom, I can put aside the fight with you first."

“We can solve this together!”

The officials in the office had shock written all over their faces.

Beria's eyes widened and Molotov's mouth opened slightly.

A historic moment is unfolding before them—the leaders of two superpowers with opposing ideologies are beginning to cooperate because of their shared fear of the Dragon Kingdom.

There was a calculating glint in Joseph's eyes.

If we can unite with the Eagle Sauce to deal with the Dragon Country, we can not only resolve the threat of the J-20, but also regain the leadership of the Red Front camp.

Once the Dragon Kingdom is isolated, their technological advantages will not be transformed into real power.

“We need to develop a common plan,”

Joseph continued into the phone, a rare urgency in his voice.

"Intelligence sharing, technological blockade, diplomatic isolation...all possible means."

He paused, his eyes scanning everyone in the office to ensure they all understood the historical significance of this moment.

"The Dragon Kingdom must understand,"

His voice became cold and firm.

"Challenging the two most powerful countries in the world, what are the consequences?"

"So, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Howell asked with some surprise.

In a late-night conference room in the Kremlin, Joseph stood in front of a table covered with military maps, his stubby fingers pressing heavily on the map of the Far East, leaving a cigarette ash mark.

His eyes flashed with a cold light beneath his thick eyebrows.

"I will mobilize fifteen corps, over 1.2 million troops, to the Far Eastern border,"

His voice was low and firm, and the translator on the other end of the line faithfully translated his words into English.

"From Kamchatka to Manchuria, from Vladivostok to Ulaanbaatar, we will form a Great Wall of Steel and put the Dragon Kingdom under real pressure."

On the other end of the phone line, in the Oval Office of the White House, President Howell almost jumped out of his chair, a smile of victory on his face.

He lowered his voice, as if worried that the walls might have ears.

"That's absolutely wonderful news, Joseph!"

"Since you have made this decision, we, the Eagle Sauce Country, will sincerely repay this trust."

"I assure you that the Russian Far East troops will not lack any supplies."

“We can use third-party channels to continuously deliver oil, food and other necessities…”