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

Nguyen Van Thieu's office is located in a corner of the Hanoi Military Command Center. Outside the window, heavy rain from the rainy season beats against the glass, and the lights inside are dim.

On the desk were several unprocessed documents, a cup of cold coffee, and a detailed map of the border between Longguo and Vietnam.

When Valentin quietly pushed the door open, Nguyen Van Thieu was studying the map seriously, his finger resting on the border line between Guangdong and Guangxi.

"General," Valentin said quietly, closing the door and making sure no one was around, "I don't think our conversation is over yet."

Nguyen Van Thieu raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex light.

"Comrade Petrov, as you saw in today's meeting, it's not that I don't want to act, but that I don't have enough support."

"Chairman Ho Chi Ming's prestige is too high, and Chen Rifang, Li Sun and others' favorable impression of Longguo is beyond your imagination."

He sighed and dropped his pencil on the map.

“Even if I agree to join forces with the Bear Country, I won’t be able to convince other high-level officials.”

Valentin walked slowly to the desk, took out a high-end cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Nguyen Van Thieu.

The latter took it after hesitating for a moment, and Valentin lit it for him. Blue smoke slowly rose under the light.

"General Ruan," Valentin took a step closer, his voice lowered, his eyes flashing dangerously, "If that's the case, then just leave them alone and do it yourself."

Ruan Wenshao's movements froze, the cigarette in his hand trembled slightly, and the ash fell on the map on the table, which happened to cover a city in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions.

His face turned pale in an instant: "You mean..."

"General Ruan must also know,"

Valentin smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Comrade Joseph has long been dissatisfied with pro-dragon elements like Ho Chi Ming."

"What the Bear Country needs is a leader who can act decisively, a strongman who truly opposes the Dragon Country, not those old politicians who are indecisive and obsessed with so-called 'national unity.'"

Nguyen Van Thieu stood up, walked around the desk, and nervously confirmed that the doors and windows were closed.

A glint of ambition and fear flashed in his eyes. "Are you suggesting that I... launch a coup?"

Valentin spread his hands in an innocent gesture.

"I am simply stating a fact: If General Nguyen can take control of the North Vietnamese government and send troops to Long Country, Mao Xiong Country will fully support you."

"We will unconditionally provide you with everything you need - the most advanced weapons and equipment, a steady supply of military supplies, technical experts, and even international political support."

He paused for a moment, then added, seemingly unintentionally, "Of course, this also includes all the means necessary to ensure the stability of your regime."

Nguyen Van Thieu's breathing became rapid, and his eyes unconsciously returned to the map on the table, where the border line between Guangdong and Guangxi seemed to be waving at him.

"But this is treason... a betrayal of President Hu,"

Nguyen Van Thieu whispered, but he couldn't hide the hesitation in his voice.

“Besides, how many people in the army will support me?”

Valentin took a list from his briefcase and placed it gently on the table.

"This is the result of our investigation. These officers have a similar attitude towards the Dragon Kingdom as you do. They all believe that their ancestral lands should be reclaimed."

“They just need a signal, a leader.” He pointed to a few familiar names at the top of the list. “See, these are your trusted ones, right?”

Nguyen Van Thieu stared at the list, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

Isn't this what he's been pursuing all his life? To become a strong leader of Vietnam, unify the South, and reclaim his ancestral lands...

"Time is running out, General Ruan," Valentin's voice was filled with urgency. "The Dragon Kingdom is rapidly rising. You've seen it too, their J-20 fighter jets, drones, and brand-new weapons tests..."

"In a few years, they will become even more powerful. By then, even the Russian Empire will not be able to help you realize your dream of regaining Guangdong and Guangxi."

Nguyen Van Thieu clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He is a soldier, accustomed to making decisive decisions on the battlefield, rather than the twists and turns on the political stage.

He considered Ho Chi Ming's peace line too weak.

Longguo did help Vietnam, but it was only for its own benefit - he firmly believed this.

“If I agree…what should I do specifically?”

Nguyen Van Thieu finally asked the question, the sound almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

A triumphant smile appeared on Valentin's face, he knew the fish had taken the bait.

He took out a small piece of paper from his pocket with a phone number written on it.

"Three days later, at midnight, use this number to contact our secret contact in Hanoi."

"You will be met by an agent who will provide you with a detailed plan of action and all the support you will need."

Thieu took the note as if it were a red-hot iron.

There was a fierce battle in his heart - loyalty and ambition, reason and impulse.

"Remember, General Ruan," Valentin said meaningfully as he walked towards the door, looking back, "history is made by those who dare to act."

"The lands of Guangdong and Guangxi, and the status of a Vietnamese hero, are all waiting for you to seize."

"And…if you don't do it, someone else will. Maybe your deputy, maybe someone else. Opportunities wait for no one."

After Valentin left, only Nguyen Van Thieu was left in the office, with the sound of rain intensifying outside the window.

He slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the map and the list on the table.

Every name on the list could be a supporter of his coup, or a witness who will be brought to a military court tomorrow.

He picked up the phone on the table, hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed a number.

"Hello, Lao Li, it's me. Tomorrow morning, gather... those people you know. We need to discuss something. Yes, it's very confidential."

After hanging up the phone, Nguyen Van Thieu walked to the window and looked at the blurry night view of Hanoi in the rain.

His soul seemed to be torn in two - one half was a staunch fighter loyal to the revolution and Ho Chi Minh, and the other half was an ambitious man who longed for power and territory.

Whichever path he chooses, it will change the course of Vietnamese history forever.

On the window glass, raindrops gathered into winding streams, like tear marks.

Ruan Wenshao's fingers gently touched the window, and the cool touch from his fingertips made him slightly sober.

He looked back at the phone on the table, then at the piece of paper with the contact number in his hand, and suddenly realized that he had embarked on a path of no return.