Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

China, Beijing, a military compound.

The lights were on late at night.

A room full of generals sat around a long table, on which lay a huge map marking the locations of ten destroyed Japanese cities.

Some generals were standing, some were sitting, some were smoking, and some were drinking tea, all with an indescribable expression on their faces.

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, it was more like... excitement and happiness.

"Ten cities, tens of millions of ordinary lives, all gone in an instant."

A burly general slammed his fist on the table, his mouth twisted in a wide grin, "That feels great! That's fucking great!"

A tall, thin general next to him glared at him: "Keep your voice down, mind your manners."

"What impact should we be aware of?"

The burly general didn't take it seriously. "There are no outsiders here. I'm just happy, so what?"

Those scoundrels killed 300,000 of our people in Nanjing back then, and now their retribution has come! Heaven has opened its eyes!

The tall, thin general didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Another general wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and said slowly, "From a technical point of view, this nuclear strike was very precise. Ten cities were destroyed almost simultaneously."

This is not something most countries can do. The U.S. has the capability, but why would the U.S. people do it?

"Who cares who did it!"

The burly general waved his hand, "Anyway, we didn't do it, and we don't have atomic bombs."

The room fell silent for a moment when the atomic bomb was mentioned.

The bespectacled general sighed, "Yes, if we had an atomic bomb, would we be living such arrogant lives?"

The tall, thin general nodded: "The central government is already accelerating the research and development, but this is not something that can be done overnight."

The burly general slammed his fist on the table again: "That's why I say, that nation of nameless heroes has truly done a great deed. Whoever it is, I have to toast them!"

As the group was talking, the door was pushed open.

A young officer walked in, holding a telegram in his hand, with a strange expression.

"Sir, this is a telegram forwarded by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"What content?"

The young officer swallowed hard. "It's...it's from our mission to the United Nations. They said that after careful consideration, they've decided to issue a statement at the United Nations General Assembly."

"What statement?"

The young officer handed over the telegram.

The bespectacled general took it, glanced at it, and froze.

He looked at it again, then raised his head, looked at the others, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"What is written?"

The burly general grew impatient, "Then read it aloud!"

The bespectacled general cleared his throat and read out, word by word, "Thank you, Ugly Country."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then, the burly general slammed his hand on the table and burst into laughter.

"Great! What a powerful 'Thank you, Ugly Country'! Those four words are more powerful than a thousand troops!"

The tall, thin general laughed, his eyes narrowing into slits: "This puts the Ugly Country on the fire. The whole world will see these four words and think it was the Ugly Country that did it."

The bespectacled general put away the telegram and pushed up his glasses: "They didn't do it, but we can make them think they did it."

After all, I have a grudge against the US, and with our help confirming this, the US will never be able to clear its name, no matter what it does.

Laughter erupted again from inside the room.

The following day, the Chinese delegation read the statement at the United Nations General Assembly.

Only four words: "Thank you, Ugly Country."

There was no explanation, no clarification, and no supplement.

He said just those four words and then sat down.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Representatives from various countries looked at each other and whispered among themselves.

The person in charge of the "small days" looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

The Ugly country's representative didn't look much better either.

"Representative of China, what do you mean by this?" The representative of the Ugly Country stood up and questioned.

The Chinese representative picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and then said, "The literal meaning."

"You're thanking us? Why are you thanking us?"

The Chinese representative put down his teacup and looked at him: "Thank you for your contributions to world peace."

The Ugly representative's mind raced for a moment, and then he suddenly understood.

This is like trying to pin the blame on the Ugly country!

He was so angry he was trembling, but he couldn't utter a word in rebuttal.

Because the Chinese representative did not say it was from the Ugly Kingdom, but only said "thank you".

What are you thanking?

Thank you, U.S. country, for contributing to world peace?

This could be genuine gratitude, or it could be irony.

You can say it however you like.

The representative representing the "small life" stood up, pointed at the representative representing China, and said, "You're gloating!"

The Chinese representative looked at him calmly: "Representative Xiao Rizi, we express our condolences to the victims. But thanking the Ugly Country is our business. It has nothing to do with you."

The "little days" representative opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

He felt that the Chinese representative was playing a trick on him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

The room erupted in noise again.

But this time, the tide of public opinion has completely turned.

Many countries were initially skeptical, but after China expressed its "gratitude," more people became convinced that it was the United States that did it.

After all, China and the United States are in opposing camps, and China cannot take the blame for the United States.

Their gratitude to the Ugly Kingdom indicates that they believe the Ugly Kingdom was responsible for the crime.

After all, compared to the Ugly Country, the small country is the real enemy of China, as evidenced by the two volumes of modern history.

The Ugly Country is speechless and cannot defend itself.

The atmosphere back home was even more eerie.

Ten cities were destroyed, tens of millions of people died, and the whole country mourned.

But along with the mourning, there was also a deep fear—a fear of angering the Ugly Father and getting a few more atomic bombs.

At the Prime Minister's residence, the Prime Minister sat in his office, with cabinet ministers standing in front of him, each with a solemn expression, as if they had lost their own mother.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the U.S. has once again denied that they were responsible," the Foreign Minister said cautiously.

The prime minister looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "Denial? Of course they deny it, but who else could it be?"

"Perhaps it's China?"

"China does not have atomic bombs."

"Maybe it's a Russian bear?"

"The Russians' atomic bombs weren't that advanced."

The Prime Minister paused for a moment, then sighed: "No matter who it is, we cannot afford to offend the United States right now."

If it really was the US that did it, and we continue to accuse them, they'll get angry and throw a few more, and we'll truly be doomed.

"So... we're just going to leave it at that?"

The Prime Minister closed his eyes: "What else can we do but let it go? We can't beat them in a fight, and we can't win an argument. Let's get through this difficult time first, and then we'll talk about it later."

The cabinet ministers lowered their heads, and no one spoke.

They all knew that what the Prime Minister said was true.

For now, all we can do is swallow our anger and keep quiet.

The U.S. government then issued a mildly worded statement: "Our government strongly condemns this nuclear strike and expresses its deepest condolences to the victims. We call on the international community to conduct a joint investigation to find the perpetrators."

They never mentioned the Ugly Country, nor did they mention retaliation.

This statement further solidified international opinion that it was the work of the U.S. government.

Because if it were someone else, they would have been furious long ago.

Such a weak and feeble statement clearly indicates fear.

Only those who have wronged you know how wronged you are.

The Ugly Country is now the one who has been wronged.

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