My own war game

Chapter 306 Special Connection Method

The military band began to play music, and Churchill and Roosevelt appeared at the cabin door at the same time, and the two began to be polite to each other and let each other get off the plane first.

This is a little trick often played by politicians. Who goes first and who goes later can send out different signals.

In the end, Churchill insisted on letting the American president walk in front, citing Roosevelt's physical condition as an excuse. This not only made him appear graceful, but also protected Britain's face to a certain extent.

"Mr. President, Mr. Prime Minister, it's great to see you. Please follow me. The resting place is ready. Comrade Stalin's train will arrive a little later."

"It's a good sign that I can see my friend right after I get off the plane. I hope this meeting will have a satisfactory result for both of us."

Molotov said a few polite words and walked ahead to lead the way. The leaders of Britain and the United States did not exchange too many pleasantries. After all, Stalin had not arrived yet, so they just had to save face and stop there.

The two leaders and Molotov had already left in their respective cars, and the rest were a large number of low-level entourage who had to leave in other vehicles.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the cabin became a little different.

"Boys! Cheer up and show the Russians what being an elite means!"

"Gentlemen, please show your best. I believe you don't want to embarrass yourself in a place like this, right?"

The chief guards of Britain and the United States were cheering up their respective security personnel. Although the two sides had some disputes during the journey, they turned into a cooperative relationship when facing the Soviet camp.

"We can't let those Slavs outdo us" is what most people think.

In order to have a dazzling appearance, everyone wore customized clothes when walking out of the airport. Officers with military positions and military merits even wore medals they won in battle on their chests.

Everyone put in their best effort to compete with the Soviet guards.

As a result, the British and American forces were completely defeated in the first encounter.

The Soviets sent female soldiers.

During the entire World War II, the Soviet army sent 60 female soldiers to the front lines, of which more than 40 fought directly against the German army. Beria selected 300 of the youngest and most beautiful female soldiers to join the Soviet Guard, many of whom were combat heroes.

These girls are already at their best age and have experienced the baptism of war, which makes their beautiful faces exude a kind of determined beauty.

Under the triangular Soviet-style military caps are young and beautiful faces, and the specially made belts tied around their bodies outline their beautiful figures.

The power of hundreds of female soldiers marching in formation was comparable to that of a German armored division, and they defeated the inexperienced young Allied guards.

Dinner time.

Due to the need to protect important figures, the security personnel had separate rest times, and there was a little confusion during the Allied Guards' evening meal time.

There was no other reason. The Soviet female soldiers were having dinner nearby.

A strong smell of hormones permeated the entire team.

Some men bravely tried to strike up a conversation, but without exception they were rejected.

"If we were to go to war now, half of our men would have given up," said Major General Evans Carlson helplessly, holding a dinner plate.

The major general then added in a professional tone, "I heard that they are all from a female sniper unit. On average, each of them has a double-digit kill record. Even if a real fight breaks out, we may not be able to gain the upper hand." "Maybe this is the Soviets' secret weapon, but I have a way to get our people out of this state as soon as possible." He Chi said in a mischievous tone.

"Oh, what's the solution?" Major General Evans Carlson looked at his friend with interest.

"Just let them despair as soon as possible."

He Chi clapped his hands loudly after he finished speaking, attracting everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, do you want to make a bet? I can handle the two most beautiful female soldiers in three minutes at most."

"Impossible!" "This is impossible!" "I absolutely don't believe it!"

The young men who had just hit a wall expressed their disbelief. Many of them thought they had a good image, and it was unreasonable for the Oriental man to succeed when everyone else had failed.

"OK, the bet is established. One hundred dollars per person, one to one. Those who are willing can place their bets now." He Chi made a gesture of invitation.

A pile of green bills instantly filled the table.

Major General Carlson wanted to say something else, but He Chi left a message, "Help me collect the money," and walked away alone under the gaze of the men.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked towards a young Soviet girl who was stuffing strawberry cake into her mouth. He leaned over and said something to the girl, who suddenly smiled and gave him a big hug. The cream on the corners of her mouth rubbed onto the Oriental girl's shoulders.

When the Allied forces saw this scene, their jaws dropped in shock.

The shocking thing did not end there. He Chi then came to the leader of the female soldiers, a female colonel in her twenties, whose rank was higher than most of the people present.

Just when everyone thought He Chi was going to be humiliated, the female colonel actually took He Chi's hand affectionately, and the two of them walked into the small room next door like a couple.

The young men from Britain and the United States were all dumbfounded. They didn't understand why this happened.

That doesn't make sense. Do Russian women have a special liking for Asians?
The group of people were puzzled. The only thing they knew was that they had definitely lost their allowance for this month.

With a bang, the wooden side door closed, blocking out the jealous and angry gazes outside.

He Chi tried to pull his arm out, but the female colonel next to him tightened her grip again, and the Oriental man could even feel the slight ups and downs of the arm.

"Yulia, next time can you please not call me out in this way? It attracts too much attention and it will be difficult for me to explain when I go back." He Chi said to the girl next to him.

"Really? Just now I felt that you and Tanya were hugging each other very comfortably. Aren't you afraid that Miss Christine will be jealous?" The female colonel glanced at He Chi and teased with a smile.

"Okay, I surrender. But you are definitely not joking by coming to me in this way. What's the matter?" He Chi put away his smile and his expression turned serious again.

At this time, the Soviet female intelligence officer also adjusted her tone and said, "It's not me, it's someone else."

After saying that, Yulia knocked on the wall, pushed open a hidden door, and waited for He Chi to go in before she took the initiative to retreat.

The view in front suddenly opened up. In the room of over a hundred square meters, a large desk was placed in the middle, and a familiar figure was leaning on it.

"007! What on earth does the note you sent me from Paris mean?!" Beria asked, suppressing his emotions.

(End of this chapter)