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

“This is a carefully planned rebellion!”

Marshal Malinov slammed the table in anger.

"The CIA must be behind this! They're clearly coordinating multiple countries to act simultaneously, trying to destroy our influence in Eastern Europe in one fell swoop!"

"These damn capitalist bastards!"

The most shocking news is yet to come.

An emergency report from the intelligence department showed that the Polish provisional government had formally requested the United States for military and economic assistance.

What's even more terrifying is that Warsaw has expressed its willingness to join a military alliance led by the US, and even offered territory as the location of a US military base.

“This is a direct threat to the safety of the bear!”

Commander Bogdanov's voice was filled with worry.

"If the US military and missiles are deployed in Poland, Moscow will be directly exposed to their strike range! The buffer zone we have worked so hard to build will no longer exist!"

The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly tense.

For decades, the Soviet Union has regarded Eastern Europe as its sphere of influence and security barrier.

Now, this barrier is collapsing, and the security of the Russian mainland is facing unprecedented threats.

Joseph stood at the window, looking at the city of Moscow in the dark.

This iron-blooded general who once conquered half of Europe now felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The economic collapse, the difficulties in the Far East battlefield, the rebellion in Eastern Europe... all of these are like huge waves, impacting the foundation of the Russian Empire.

But at this darkest moment, the iron will that once conquered Hitler was rekindled in Joseph.

He turned around suddenly, with terrible anger flashing in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to have regained his former majesty and momentum in an instant.

“We will not tolerate rebellion from Europe!”

His voice exploded in the conference room like thunder.

"The Polish traitors thought the Soviet Union was powerless to fight back? They were wrong! Very wrong!"

He strode to the map and pointed his finger heavily at the location of Poland.

"Immediately mobilize the Red Banner Army and the Guards Tank Army and march to the Polish border at full speed! I want to make these traitors know the price of betraying the Soviet Union!"

“At the same time, mobilize all reserve forces in Belarus and Ukraine to strengthen border defenses with Eastern European countries!”

Marshal Malinov immediately stood up and saluted.

"Yes, Comrade Supreme Leader! The Red Banner Army can reach the Polish border within 48 hours and be ready to carry out the mission at any time!"

Joseph looked around at everyone in the conference room, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

"Comrades, I have to say that we, the Russian bears, are now facing the most severe test of life and death!"

"And this time, we have no allies behind us. We are alone!"

"But remember, the Russian bear once defeated Napoleon and the Hans! Today, we will not surrender to any enemy either!"

"No matter what the cost, we must defend the dignity and safety of the Russian bear!"

"Everything for the motherland, hurrah!"

"Ula!"

……

After receiving Joseph's order, the Mao Bear Army immediately took action.

Inside the Moscow military camp, soldiers wore smiles on their faces, as if they were about to embark on a triumphal parade where victory was already assured, rather than a repressive operation fraught with danger.

The roar of the tank engine broke the winter silence, and the heavy tracks left deep marks on the snowy ground.

"The Polish traitors think they can challenge the majesty of the Russian bear? How ridiculous!"

General Ivanov stood in the command vehicle and laughed contemptuously.

The old general who had made great achievements at the gates of Berlin had disdain and confidence in his eyes.

In his view, this was just a routine lesson for a disobedient vassal state.

"General, according to intelligence, the rebels have obtained some of the Eagle Sauce's weapons and equipment,"

Chief of Staff Kovalenko reminded cautiously.

“Perhaps we should have a more cautious battle plan.”

Ivanov waved his hand impatiently. "Hawk-sauce weapons? So what? Have you forgotten how we defeated the Hans' ace armored division at Stalingrad?"

"These Eastern European bumpkins, plus a few second-hand Eagle Sauce equipment, are still not worth mentioning!"

Kovalenko shut up tactfully.

He knew that in the tradition of the Soviet army, the general's words were orders, and questioning would only bring trouble.

The mighty Russian army crossed the border and entered Poland.

The villages and towns along the way were deserted, as if all the residents had sensed the coming storm and hidden away in advance.

This unusual silence should have aroused vigilance, but the Russian officers simply regarded it as a lack of support from the Polish people for the "rebels."

"Look," Ivanov said to the officers around him, "the Polish people do not support this so-called 'revolution' at all. They know that the Russians are their true protectors and brothers."

The tank formation continued to advance, crossing the snow-covered plains and forests.

The sky was low and gray, as if casting a shadow over the impending bloody conflict.

Just about fifty kilometers away from Warsaw, the Soviet vanguard encountered the first Polish troops.

Unexpectedly, this Polish force did not take a defensive posture, but laid down their weapons and lined up on both sides of the road, as if to welcome the arrival of the Soviet army.

A Polish officer took a few steps forward and saluted General Ivanov with a standard bear salute.

"Dear Comrade General, I am Colonel Petrovsky of the Polish 3rd Armored Division. My troops and I remain loyal to Moscow and the Red Front!"

A smug smile appeared on Ivanov's face.

"I knew that most of the comrades in the Polish army were loyal. Only a few traitors were bribed by the British government."

Petrovsky nodded, his face a perfect mix of loyalty, guilt, and determination.

"Comrade General, the rebellion in Warsaw was started by a handful of ambitious and corrupt agents. They took control of the radio and several government departments and deceived the world into believing that all of Poland was on their side. But

"That's not true! The hearts of the Polish people and army are always with Moscow!"

These words hit Ivanov's heart.

According to the political logic of the Russian leader, any opposition must be a conspiracy of "external enemies" and "a few traitors" and cannot be a real mass movement.

"Very good, Colonel," Ivanov said with satisfaction, "then are you willing to fight alongside us to suppress these rebels?"

"That is exactly what we ask, Comrade General!"

Petrovsky answered eagerly.

"We understand the local situation and can guide the Polish troops. At least two-thirds of the Polish army is still loyal to Moscow, but their communication systems have been controlled by the rebels and they cannot contact the outside world."

“Once they see the Russian troops coming to support them, they will surely unite under the red flag again!”

"Forward, General! As long as we keep moving forward, we will surely defeat those hateful rebels and raise our crimson flag again!"