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The red iron curtain. From Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Poland to Denmark, from Romania to the United Kingdom, the people of the European continent finally recalled the long-lost horror in their memories!
The Soviet of iron and blood, the Soviet of war and steel!
When the iron curtain fell from Moscow, when the red flag fluttered high in the Kremlin, when the steel machines rumbled to life, the bankrupt workers and capitalists of Europe fell into confusion and fear. Billions of people witnessed the roar of the big bald man in the Red Square:
"All power belongs to the Soviet!"
The financial system collapsed, the currency value collapsed, and the unified financial system that the Europeans had spent decades to build became a pile of ruins. The people living here suddenly found that compared to the goods in their hands, whether it was marks, francs, pounds, or euros, they were all a pile of waste paper.
Trembling!
Trembling under the tracks of the Soviet war chariots!
When the smell of steel and gunpowder wafted from Stalingrad to Poland, the nobles in this land, who had been living in peace for a long time, were terrified to the extreme. The cold bayonets, the blazing barrels, and the electromagnetic motors were like a basin of cold water in winter, making these people feel cold to the bone.
There was no hope, no jobs, no bread. Agricultural products rotted on the production line and were buried deep in the farmland. There was no energy transportation, no plastic production and packaging. The collapsed market economy pulled all the people who tried to save into the abyss. Even heating and electricity were difficult to operate because of the lack of conditions.
The Europeans had passed the coldest and hungriest winter in their lives.
At this moment, the financial industry did not save them, nor did the capital operation. The Luxembourgers lost all their assets and had nothing. The Danes burned stocks and money to keep warm. The cold winter of the economic crisis destroyed all the countries that did not have an industrial system. At this moment, despair and confusion. It made them fall into the abyss.
The Ukrainians enjoyed the happiest time of their lives. The neatly arranged Soviet troops and clone soldiers. They drove them out of their homes, stuffed them into exoskeleton mechas, and drove them into the factories. In the cold winter, they drank nutrient solutions and vodka and enjoyed the factory drunkenly. The warm boiler.
There was no currency, no transactions, collective labor and material rationing made the Ukrainians tremble under the iron whips and leather boots of the Soviet Union. The small problem of the economic crisis was crushed into pieces in the face of the powerful system. Public intellectuals and politicians were neatly hung in the Parliament or stuffed into trains and shipped to Siberia. The steel-like rule descended here.
Dozens of nuclear fusion power stations were set up on the vast land of the Soviet. Tens of millions of tons of seawater were continuously pumped from the three oceans and four seas to provide deuterium for nuclear fusion. The magnetized water material was molded into the best light industrial material under the powerful energy supply.
Plasticized water in a solid state. It completely replaced the role of plastic and ethylene, and a large number of light industrial products were produced in factories. If there were no machines to produce light industrial products, then they would use heavy industrial products. There was no transaction. In the face of such a powerful system, there was no need for a market to exist.
The Soviets spent a lot of effort.. in Moscow, Stalingrad, and in Leningrad. Countless large photon computers were erected, forming the absolutely correct and absolutely glorious will of communism, which arranged the production and development plans.
What the Soviets were producing were the mechanical parts that would be used to replace these machines tomorrow. They did not hesitate and were not afraid of waste. They used the advanced to replace the backward and the stronger to replace the weak. Everything was for the sake of the Soviet Union.
This kind of steel-like nerves, this kind of power like a chariot, made the world tremble. But when the airships were propelled by electromagnetic fluid, flying high in the sky of the Soviet Union, when the motherships were arranged in formation, this kind of suffocating power completely erupted in the madness of this nation.
They made the world stop talking.
Life and death. If you don't accept it, do it! In the sky, the sea, and the vast land of the Soviet Union, the new regime that showed its powerful muscles made the world murmur that the free and democratic public intellectuals closed their mouths and trembled under the brilliance of the system. Liberals all over the world finally remembered the nightmare of decades ago.
The world trembled under the sickle and the hammer of the red flag.
The desperate capitalists made a last struggle at the edge of the abyss. Their enemies were not only the sinking market ship, but also the Soviet regime and the rising communist movement all over the world. There was also the increasing level of science and technology. The productivity was becoming more and more incompatible with them, and they were under great pressure.
The collapse of the economy made all the efforts of capital fall into despair.
At the last moment, the "Dawn Operation" was proposed by various countries as the last hope of capital. In order to recover everything in the past and regain the vitality of the market, financial experts and capital controllers from various countries held financial talks in London, the financial heart of Europe, to make a final effort to rebuild the financial system.
This was the last hope of the governments of various countries. It was also the only dawn to restore the glory of the past and the former order.
On the streets of London, England, densely packed sentries and troops controlled the city. Countless naval formations and aircraft carrier battle groups were on standby in the English Channel. The supernatural agencies of various countries and the mutated human combat forces came to London a month in advance to stand by. The elites of the world gathered here to fight for a glimmer of hope for the old rulers.
The glory of the old days had declined. In this country where the sun never set, they guarded the glimmer of hope that a new world would be born.
The sun in Fog City was always rare. Even on such an important day, it was gloomy, and it even drizzled a little.
Chen Ang held an umbrella, stepped on the puddles, and walked in front of the gloomy police. There was no one on the street. The gloomy looking soldiers stood on both sides of the street. The rain fell from their faces. Occasionally, there were a few pedestrians who came and went in a hurry. Their figures also looked particularly embarrassed. In this bleak street, it was still very eye-catching to see someone like Chen Ang.
There were countless watchers spying on him in the dark. Countless weapons were aimed at him. Mankind would never let their last hope be destroyed. But Chen Ang didn't seem to notice this. He was leisurely like a tourist before the Great Depression and the Great Collapse, wandering in London's British era buildings and attractions.
He held the walnut guardrail and walked up the stairs. His fingertips touched the ancient bronze bell. The complex gear set and power source made Big Ben glow with a hint of the old era.
Another bald head was waiting for him on the tower.
When Chen Ang came in front of the professor, he was looking down at the city. The empty city had a sense of depression. The professor's voice also had an indescribable heartache. "This world shouldn't be like this. This city shouldn't be like this. It should be full of sunshine, laughter, flowers, and happiness."
The professor turned his head and looked at Chen Ang with deep sadness. "Peace is hard to come by, and so is happiness and hope. They are worthy of our careful protection. These are also the things that I swear to protect with my life. They are my life's perseverance. I will never allow anyone to destroy them for their own selfish desires. "
"Even if it means war, you still want to fight?" Chen Ang asked with a smile.
The professor said seriously, "Even if it means war, I want to protect it. Even if I lose more lives, lose my students, and lose my family."
"Then I can also answer you. I also have goals and principles. I will also use war and slaughter to achieve them. In order to achieve them, I will not hesitate to destroy peace and crush happiness. As long as they still have the scent and shadow of the old days, that is the reason why I will destroy them. I will shape a new world to achieve my goals. "
The professor lowered his head and said tiredly, "If the old days are your enemy, you shouldn't have rebuilt the Soviet. They have already rusted, so you should let them grow old. If you drag them out of time, you will only make this world and civilization regress. Humanity doesn't need another Cold War. We don't need to dance on the edge of a knife. "
"The Soviet is not the old, it is the new hope! It is the fist of steel. It will shatter everything of the old order and then rebuild hope and rebuild this world. " Chen Ang looked at the shadow of Buckingham Palace in the distance. There, the old master was making a final struggle and effort for his survival.
"But the Soviet failed, didn't it? Failure shows that it is backward. The people abandoned it and chose a new world. Deception and fear will not last long. The evil existence of the Mind Control Machine will not be able to rule the world forever. One day, the awakened people will destroy this monster that you dug out from the grave. "
"Facts will explain everything! Professor, in Pandora's Box, the last thing may not be hope, but it may also be the end. "Chen Ang smiled.
More and more mutants and combat troops surrounded this old attic. The most powerful army and combat force of all mankind will resist the Apocalypse here and fight for a glimmer of hope for human society. The professor and Chen Ang stood in the attic and heard the melodious sound of the bell above their heads. It spread in all directions and spread to the ends of the earth.
In the hall of Buckingham Palace, the legal representatives of sovereign regimes and financial institutions of all countries pressed the sacred and glorious vote for the revival of the old financial system in the new world. The revival of the gold standard gave new hope to finance and currency. The wealth of the people and the old market system were abandoned by the capitalists without hesitation and sank into the bottomless abyss.
A new reshuffle determined the redistribution of wealth in this society, and the old order openly shed its tattered bloodshed and put on new clothes.
Chen Ang watched all of this. He watched as they celebrated the revival of the old order. Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion. With gold as the guarantee, the currency coordinated by all countries in the world seemed to have a new life. It gave a shot of confidence to the shaky market and production.
They had finally escaped from the sinking ship and cut off all connections with the market that was sinking into the abyss. Was this not worth celebrating? The Apocalypse seemed to have been defeated. This system could be destroyed once, but it would not be destroyed a second time. The new system would include all unstable factors and would be even more glorious.
The dawn came from the horizon and descended on the earth. (To be continued.)
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