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

Howell sighed and walked back to the window.

His gaze passed over the Washington Monument, as if he could see Europe across the Atlantic, and the peaceful villages, towns and city edges that were about to become the sites of mushroom mines.

In his mind, these places were destroyed by sudden mushroom explosions, and innocent civilians were reduced to ash in an instant, or died slowly in the agonies of radiation sickness in the years that followed.

But at the same time, he also saw another picture - the steel torrent of the Bear and the Dragon swept across Europe, and Western countries fell one after another until the entire Eurasian continent was shrouded in the Red Front.

Then, the isolated and helpless Eagle Sauce becomes the last bastion of freedom, facing an unprecedented superpower with unlimited resources!

“If…if I approve this plan,” Howell said slowly, each word lingering on his tongue, “who will decide when to trigger these mushroom mines?”

"The final decision is yours, Mr. President,"

Wilkins replied.

"But the plan sets several clear trigger conditions: first, when the army of the Russian or Chinese army crosses a specific border and the number exceeds a threshold;"

“Second, when they capture certain key cities;”

"Third, when our intelligence confirms they are preparing to march into Western Europe."

Howell turned to Wilkins with an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

"This will change the nature of warfare, Wilkins. The moment we are the first to use mushroom weapons, even tactical ones, we will have crossed a red line that all nations have carefully guarded for decades."

"The wooly bears may respond with a mushroom counterattack, which could lead to an all-out mushroom war."

Wilkins' face was pale, but his voice remained firm: "Yes, Mr. President, the risk does exist."

"But please consider what they will gain once China and Russia take control of Europe."

“The mushroom arsenals of the French Chicken and John countries will fall into their hands. They will have unprecedented mushroom strike capabilities. In that case, the risk of an all-out mushroom war may be greater.”

Silence fell again in the Oval Office.

Howell returned to his desk and sat down heavily in his chair.

He picked up the pen on the table and drew random lines on a piece of white paper, his thoughts drifting far away.

"How exactly will the Red Light Plan be implemented?" he finally asked, a decisive tone in his voice.

Wilkins seemed relieved and immediately launched a detailed action plan.

"Once you approve, we will immediately launch three parallel task forces. The first group will be responsible for the transportation and deployment of the mushroom mines. They will complete the burial work at all designated locations within 72 hours."

"The second group is responsible for building and testing remote control systems to ensure that each mine can be precisely controlled. The third group is responsible for intelligence collection and analysis, monitoring the movements of the Russian and Chinese armies in real time."

"What are the safety measures during the deployment?" Howell asked.

"Each group of mushroom mines is escorted by at least three agents and is armed throughout the entire process."

"The mine itself has multiple safety locks and can only be activated after receiving the correct activation code."

“In addition, each deployment site undergoes detailed geological and population density surveys to minimize possible civilian casualties.”

Howell nodded, then asked the most crucial question.

“What if our European allies found out about this plan?”

Wilkins's expression showed a hint of hesitation. "This is the greatest political risk, Mr. President. If this plan were to leak, we would face an unprecedented diplomatic crisis."

“But given the current situation, we have no choice. To mitigate this risk, all deployments will be disguised as routine military exercises or infrastructure maintenance work.”

Howell was silent for a long time, then he stood up suddenly and walked to the cabinet behind his desk.

He opened the cabinet door and took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

He poured a glass for himself and Wilkins, and handed one to the Secretary of State.

“For peace,” Howell said, raising his glass, a bitter irony in his voice. “For the people who are going to die at our red lights.”

Wilkins raised his glass silently, and their eyes met in the air, and they both saw the determination and fear in each other's eyes.

"Let's get ready," Howell emptied his drink and slammed his empty glass down on the table. "Let's get started on Project Red Light."

As Wilkins left the office to carry out this order that could change the course of world history, Howell stood alone at the window, gazing at the night scene in Washington.

Under the cover of darkness, the seeds of death are being transported to the borders of Europe, waiting for the moment when the red lights come on and mushroom flames illuminate the European sky...

……

Inside the Kremlin, Joseph held the telegram tightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised under his beard.

Those eyes, which were usually gloomy, now flashed with a rare light.

His hands trembled slightly, not only because of his age, but also because of excitement.

A few days ago, he was still worried about the fate of Stalingrad and even prepared for the worst.

And now, the news of victory is like a shot in the arm, boosting the spirits of the supreme leader of the Russian bear.

"My dear Davarishi! This is a great victory, a great victory!"

Joseph spoke excitedly, even forgetting his usual coldness and composure, with an unconcealable joy in his voice.

"Thanks to the assistance of the Dragon Nation, we not only defended Stalingrad, but also completely defeated the arrogant invaders of the Eagle Sauce!"

Mr. Lu, who was sitting opposite him, nodded slightly with a calm smile on his face.

Compared to Joseph's excitement, the leader of Dragon Kingdom seemed particularly calm.

His hands were folded on his knees, his posture relaxed yet alert, like an old man who had experienced many storms and did not show too much joy about his victory.

"Comrade Joseph, you're too kind," General Lu said in a low and steady voice. "This is our common victory. The Russian army and civilians fought bravely and demonstrated an indomitable spirit. The Dragon Kingdom simply extended a helping hand at the right time."

"No matter what, your Dragon Nation has made a great contribution to winning this battle!"

Joseph put down the telegram, walked to the window, and looked beyond the windows of the Kremlin, as if he could see the battlefield in the distance.

His mind raced.

Suddenly, a bold idea gradually took shape in my mind.

"Comrade Lu,"

He turned suddenly, a spark of ambition flashing in his eyes.

"I suddenly had an idea."

“Why should we stop at Stalingrad?”

"The Eagle Sauce has been badly defeated and its morale is low. This is the perfect time for us to press on and seize the opportunity!"

His voice became more and more excited, and his pace involuntarily quickened.

"Just think of what a great victory it would be if we united, sent troops to Western Europe, and liberated the whole of Europe from the shackles of capitalism!"

"We can completely change the world order and let the red flag fly across the entire Eurasian continent!"

"Now that the opportunity is right in front of us, why don't we realize this great ideal?!"