I Became Stalin chapter 286

I became Stalin chapter 286

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“You couldn’t have killed 50,000 people for the Filipino fugitives.”

Paul Frederick, commander of the 6th Corps and the foremost of the besieged forces in Calcutta, eventually surrendered.

Rumors that the US military might eventually bomb the city of Calcutta on a large scale to reduce the “leverage” of the Indian rebels, the number of prisoners they could hold, were enough to guide the commander’s decision.

Frederick became the greatest disgrace to the U.S. military and the greatest disgrace in history. He delivered a greater number of prisoners of war into the hands of the enemy nation than in any other war.

“He is the franchisor who has been infiltrated into the military by dark forces seeking to undermine America! They slandered us from behind! Let’s unite against anti-American and anti-patriotic attempts!”

McCarthy repeatedly shouted that and tried to dilute the MacArthur government’s theory of responsibility, but the situation did not go well.

If British Prime Minister Anthony Eden had already resigned “with a strong sense of responsibility”, then what else would MacArthur not be responsible for? MacArthur’s popularity began to decline even more as it became known that Frederick had left behind.

“The Filipino Fugitive”. MacArthur spoke as if he had retreated from the Philippines while fighting heroically, but he, too, was not much different when he delivered more than 20,000 prisoners to the Japanese.

What would the US military be if it was defeated by the Japanese army, which collapsed in an instant, even against the Soviet army, which was repeatedly propagated in propaganda as inferior? The deeds of MacArthur continued to be re-examined. No matter how much McCarthy shouted that this was all a conspiracy, people just shrugged it off.

And the Indian Revolutionary Army, which had obtained tens of thousands of prisoners of war, no, the Federal Republic of India, now began to clump MacArthur’s testicles in their hands.

“As a victorious nation, we demand that the US and European imperialists compensate for the damage they have done to India. First of all, the Republic of India paid 1 billion dollars in reparations to the United States for leading this aggression and… .”

“I, I, I, what… !”

“We also demand an indemnity of $700 million for damage caused by British colonial rule in the near second century and the renunciation of all property owned by the British Government and British people within the territory of the Republic of India. About the other imperialist powers that invaded India… .”

India now has its prisoners of war in its hands and is beginning to demand massive reparations. A peace treaty should be reached, but the Indian negotiators sat with their arms crossed and read through their demands without paying attention to what they had to say.

In the meantime, the guerrillas were more excited and attacked the retreating remnants, so the negotiating team was about to explode.

An impatient high-ranking diplomat jumped up and slammed his desk.

“Shit! Do you think we can say that if we burn down cities like Calcutta and Bombay and Delhi in our hands? If you don’t want to negotiate, just say it. America has a nuclear bomb. If you drop thermonuclear weapons all over the country until you all dry up… .”

“Then all of you prisoners will die. Every time our city disappears… .”

Every time one disappears, your prisoners will be under it. The American diplomat clenched his teeth and glared at the Indian official’s refusal.

“In addition… You have to negotiate with us in order to keep peace with the Soviet Union, don’t you? The people of India will just burn to death if you drop a nuclear bomb… You know it’s not the USSR, right?”

“!!!”

This made one thing certain. If India were to be bombed with a nuclear bomb, the Soviet Union would not just stand by it.

It was clear that something had been negotiated in advance when he spoke with such confidence. Stalin clearly supported the fight of the Indian rebels from behind. I didn’t know that the Indian army would have such a huge victory.

Then, when the US unilaterally burns India, will Stalin stand still?

The Soviet mainland wasn’t bombed, so we wouldn’t be bombing the US mainland, but maybe the US will have to lose something to hurt its bones. Maybe actually do it. A Soviet nuclear submarine emerged from the eastern coast of the United States at night, taking advantage of the dispersed nuclear power of the United States. .

“… Now, don’t do that, let’s go back to the original topic… .”

“As a victorious nation, we demand that the US and European imperialists compensate for the damage they have done to India. First of all, the Republic of India paid 1 billion dollars in reparations to the United States for leading this aggression and… .”

At the meeting that returned to the starting point, the NATO negotiating team took a deep breath. Either way, the Indian side just kept repeating the same story as it had been before.

* * *

“Did you see it? They are just lousy scum. Imperialism enslaves humans and forces the poor to die fighting for the rich. So they can’t beat us for throwing our leash off!”

A man with a shaggy beard, a tall man, and a curly military uniform gave a speech in front of thousands of people. No mic or amp.

But his roaring speech was being heard by thousands of people, each with piercing eyes and clasped guns in their hands. Maybe thousands of people just thought they were listening.

Each and every thing the man claimed was something they did not believe in.

There was a reason why the shabby troops that were once no more than a company have now grown into large-scale volunteers that are almost regiment-level.

Their captain, Fidel Castro, shouted for the final march to Havana with a loud roar.

“Our revolution is the beginning of the end of the oppression of the exploiters and the beginning of the exploitation of the exploited as masters of the world. Go! To Havana!”

“Wow! wow! Whoa!”

* * *

“Hey, what are you going to do now?”

“I do not know! damn!”

The Revolutionary Army just walked proudly through the town towards the center of Havana. At the forefront of the ranks was Fidel Castro himself, the commander-in-chief of the Revolutionary Army.

Thousands of revolutionary troops marched forward with blood-red red flags and the flag of Cuba, a country that had been humiliated by the United States for decades. The soldiers assigned to stop them could not pull the trigger and were torn apart.

“hurray! hurray! Long live the revolution!”

“Get off Batista! go away! Yankee Go Home!”

Citizens flocking from the alleyways of downtown Havana to join the ranks of the Revolutionary Army, and among those shouting Yankee Go Home, were their families.

‘Just stay home. It’s not that things don’t change when you come out, and things that don’t change don’t change. The square stone is correct… Even if you are miserable and wretched, bow down and live.”

One of the soldiers who came out today after making such a promise to his younger brother, found his younger brother in the middle of that line, sitting on someone’s shoulder, waving a flag vigorously, and bowed his head. His superior, the company commander, seemed to be panicking as he waited for an order to fire from above.

[Stop the mobs at the barricade on Route 2! You can fire if necessary!]

“Yes, I understand! Did you all hear it? Road 2 is a barricade!”

“… yeah… .”

Perhaps he did not notice the atmosphere of the seriously under-motivated soldiers, the company commander alone pulled out a pistol and trembled in Busan saying that if the mob crossed the line, he would shoot excitedly.

“I mean! As far as shooting skills… billion… .”

“Fuck… .”

“Julio! Are you crazy?”

However, the company commander was struck in the back by a powerfully swung butt and passed out without even screaming. The soldier who struck him with the butt, Julio, blushed and sarcastically.

The other soldiers were startled and pointed their guns at him, but Julio threw his guns on the floor.

“Shit! My lover is over there! But do you shoot? I can not!”

“… .”

He seemed to be in a similar situation. A person who has a younger sibling, a person who has a lover, and even a person who has found parents!

Even if they couldn’t see their families in person, they thought that one or two people would be mixed with the rapidly growing crowd of protesters, so they secretly lowered their guns. They were not from Havana, and although it was certain that there would be no family right there, the same thought of family.

“… What are you going to do?”

When Julio saw that most of the people had softened, he pounded the head of the company commander who had fallen to the floor and wriggling once more with a butt, then raked the communication lines and tied his hands behind his back.

“Go to the protests. Anyway, the trend has turned! You know what the Americans are up to!”

“Yeah, I heard that, but… .”

India was a great country and it was on the other side of the world. But Cuba is a small country less than half of that, right in front of the United States, can the two be the same? Even with such doubts, it was understandable to see that the US troops escorting Batista were still immobile.

“Castro promised to return the land to us and clean up the gangsters like dogs. On the other hand, these cubs… .”

As Julio said those words, he fell over and kicked the company commander who didn’t even move once.

“Do you all remember what this bastard did to us?”

“… okay. You are right.”

An officer who treated soldiers as dogs and committed all kinds of cruelty. Julio got caught by him and one day he had to spend the night standing naked outside and enduring the nasty mosquitoes.

The soldiers who remembered that once kicked the company commander who had fallen over with a single shot and then came out of the camp.

Protesters were initially wary as a crowd in military uniforms approached.

“… what?”

“Long live the revolution! hurray! hurray!”

However, as they vigorously shouted in support of the revolution, the mood of the protesters was reversed and they began to greet them with bright smiles.

“Brothers!”

Soldiers everywhere disobeyed their commanders to fire, or even joined the ranks with commanders sympathetic to the protesters.

Another unit, who saw the escape of the neighboring unit, joined… Also, those who have seen the collapse join in, noticing which side of the trend is…

A college student vigorously read down the Daejabo written with his alumni.

“The battlefield of freedom has just begun to burn! look at them They humbly try to treat us with threats and violence. But look! The secret to freedom is only courage! Even those who recite courageous self-harm in the back alleys are following our ranks!”

With opportunists joining the protests, the Batista government could no longer resist.

When Castro, who was leading the way, approached the main gate of the presidential palace, the guards standing as if stuck in the main gate saluted him as if possessed by something.

“… insect! castle!”

“For whom is your allegiance? Batista? if not… Cuba and its people?”

“All, of course, the latter!”

When the captain gave the correct answer while trembling, Castro smiled and marched into the presidential palace. With a huge crowd behind him.

Batista had been running away for a long time.

‘Perhaps the Americans who looked after him took him.’

I’m gone now though. You never know when they will return. Castro thought so, step by step, and climbed onto the temporary podium.

“The revolution has won! Cuban brothers and sisters! hurray! hurray! hurray!”

But it won’t always be the same as winning. In order for Cuba to survive, paradoxically, it had to depend on someone’s help. His head was cold as he spoke hotly in his chest.

‘The answer is… Soviet only… .’

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