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

At the other end of the auditorium, several representatives from African countries were having a lively conversation.

“Did you see that?” the Mali representative said excitedly. “Longguo is not just talking, they are actually doing it.”

"Two years ago, they shot down the Eagle fighter jets, and now their fleet dares to go to Xia Weiyi."

The Ghanaian representative added, with barely concealed admiration in his tone.

"And they successfully built the first nuclear power plant on the planet, and even built electric cars, which I've never even heard of."

“More importantly,”

The Ethiopian representative lowered his voice.

"Long Country has no history of colonization. They are not like the Eagle Sauce and the Bear Country, who always look down on us from a high position."

“Are you implying…?”

the Ghanaian representative asked tentatively.

“Yes,” the Ethiopian representative nodded firmly, “perhaps it’s time to reassess our international relations.”

“In this multipolar world, we need new partners.”

At the same time, similar discussions were taking place in the Latin American delegation region.

The Guba representative told his Mexican and Argentinian counterparts with a frown.

"After the Bear Country removed Dragon Country from the socialist camp, it actually liberated Dragon Country's technological potential."

“They are now neither bound by capitalism nor have to follow the rigid Red Front model.”

"This 'third way' seems more suitable for developing countries like us."

Smith overheard the conversation and felt dizzy.

He vaguely realized that today's diplomatic setback was not just a temporary embarrassment, but heralded the end of an era.

The bipolar world is collapsing, the international order dominated by the Eagle Sauce and the Bear Country is loosening, and a new center of power is rising in the East.

After the meeting, Smith walked wearily toward the exit.

In the lobby, he unexpectedly met Zhao Hongfei who was about to leave.

The moment their eyes met, Smith felt uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

However, Zhao Hongfei took the initiative to extend his hand to him.

"Smith Representative,"

His tone was calm and professional.

"I hope today's discussion will not affect the fundamental relationship between our two countries."

"Longguo has always advocated peaceful coexistence and mutual benefit."

Smith reluctantly shook his hand and felt the firm strength coming from his palm.

“Of course,” he said dryly, “England has always wanted to maintain world peace.”

Even he himself didn't believe this.

When he watched Zhao Hongfei's departing back, he felt only a deep sense of powerlessness.

The world is changing, and the United States seems to have fallen behind the tide of change...

……

at the same time.

The Kremlin of the Bear Country.

The oak door of Joseph's office was closed, and several guards stood outside, carefully avoiding any position where they might overhear the conversation inside.

Inside the room, the top leader of the Russian bear had a grim face and slammed his strong fist on the military supplies report on the table. The paper was crumpled by the sudden impact.

The red telephone was clenched in his hands until his knuckles turned white.

“Where are the supplies you promised?”

Joseph's Russian roar came through the other end of the phone. Although there was a translator on the line, his anger seemed to be able to penetrate directly across the ocean.

"The Siberian Fourth Army has been without supplies for three days! The soldiers are so hungry they're practically eating their belts! Is this the integrity of you, the Eagle Sauce?"

On the other end of the phone, President Howell frowned in the Oval Office and signaled his assistant to leave the room.

He cleared his throat, maintaining a calm exterior.

"Comrade Joseph, please calm down. The supplies are on their way. The Alaskan snowstorm is causing a temporary delay."

Howell's voice was steady and calculated, like someone soothing an angry child.

“I assure you that the first shipment will arrive in Vladivostok before tonight.”

"Snowstorm?" Joseph sneered, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"Our intelligence shows that the supplies never left the Port of Seattle!"

He stood up and walked to the large window of the office. The night in Moscow outside was as gloomy as water.

"I assure you, Comrade Joseph, this is just a temporary logistical problem."

Howell's tone remained calm, but his eyes grew sharp and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the table.

"We have discussed that dealing with the Dragon Nation requires our joint efforts."

"Work together?" Joseph's voice dropped dangerously.

"My troops are freezing in the Far East, eating bark and boots, while your soldiers are enjoying hot coffee and donuts!"

“Is this what you call a joint effort?”

Howell took a deep breath, realizing that the lie could no longer be covered up.

"Joseph, frankly speaking, the situation in China is more complicated than I expected."

"Congress is very sensitive about giving aid to the bears. The McCarthyites are going around saying we're 'funding the Red Front.'"

"Ah, finally the truth!"

Joseph sneered, "So your democratic system is hindering our joint action."

"And the Dragon Nation's military, they don't need congressional approval, they don't need media support, they just need to follow orders - that's why they can now sail freely in the Pacific!"

Howell's silence acknowledged this.

In the Oval Office, he picked up the latest intelligence briefing on the table, which clearly marked the latest developments of the Dragon Navy.

A fleet of two aircraft carriers is advancing towards Hawaii, and the US Navy has almost no way of detecting their exact location.

“Joseph, we all know how serious the situation is.”

Howell's tone turned sincere.

“The technological progress of the Dragon Kingdom has exceeded all of our expectations. But we cannot let domestic politics interfere with our strategic cooperation.”

Joseph snorted disdainfully, turned back to his desk and picked up another document.

"I have the latest reports from the Northwest Border. Dragon Country drones have begun regular patrols in our airspace, and our air defense systems are almost undetectable."

"And just last month, they tested a new weapon in the Gobi Desert that surpassed our latest model."

He slammed the documents on the table.

“And you’re telling me that the US Congress isn’t willing to send us a few truckloads of canned goods and ammunition?”

"I'll take care of this myself," Howell promised. "The supplies will be on their way within 24 hours."

“That’s better.”

There was a clear threat in Joseph's tone.

"Otherwise, perhaps we should reconsider our alliance."

"Perhaps, reaching some kind of understanding with the Dragon Kingdom would be more beneficial to the Russians."

This made Howell on the other end of the phone sit up straight. "Are you threatening me, Joseph?"

"No, my dear President Howell,"

Joseph's voice held an eerie calm.

"I am simply stating a geopolitical reality. China and Russia share a long common border, and we share a common ideological foundation – at least on the surface."

"And you, across the ocean, have little in common with us... except for your fear of the rise of the Dragon Nation."

Howell knew Joseph wasn't bluffing.

If Russia reaches a reconciliation with China, the US will face a real nightmare - the alliance of two major Red Front powers.

One has the world's largest army and nuclear arsenal, the other has advanced technology and rapidly growing industrial capabilities.

"The supplies will arrive, Joseph." Howell's voice was firm and calm. "At the same time, I need your intelligence department to provide more details about the Longguo hydrogen bomb test. If they really have surpassed our technological level..."

"If?" Joseph interrupted. "Not if, but already. And you're still hesitating, worried about the domestic political impact. History won't wait for your democratic process, Howell."