Chapter 114: Dawn Project

readx; The red iron curtain, from Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Poland to Denmark, from Romania to Britain, the people of continental Europe, finally remembering the long-lost terror in memory!
Iron and Blood Soviets, War and Steel Soviets!
When the steel curtain fell from Moscow, when the high-flying red flag was raised in the Kremlin, when the steel machinery and booming started, European bankrupt workers and capitalists fell into confusion. And fear. Hundreds of millions of people have witnessed the roar of that big bald head on Red Square:
"All power belongs to the Soviets!"
The financial collapse, the currency avalanche, and the unified financial system that Europeans have spent decades building have become a pool of ruins. People living here suddenly find that the goods in their hands, whether they are marks or francs, or pounds and pounds. The euro has all become a pile of waste paper.
trembling!
Under the tracks of Soviet tanks, they shuddered!
When the smell of steel smoke flew from Stalingrad to Poland, on this land, the nobles who had long been comfortable, fearlessness could be added, the icy bayonet edge, hot guns and electromagnetic engines, like the ones in the winter A basin of cold water made these people feel downright cold.
There is no hope, no work, no bread, agricultural products rot on the production line, buried in the farmland, no energy transportation, no plastic production packaging, the collapse of the market economy will pull everyone who tries to save together into the abyss. Even heating and electricity are difficult to operate due to lack of conditions.
Europeans spent the coldest and hungry winters of their lives.
At this moment, the financial industry did not save them, nor did the capital operation. Luxembourgers lost all their assets and had nothing. The Danes burned stock documents and currency for heating. The cold winter of the economic crisis has destroyed all countries without industrial systems. At this moment, despair and confusion. Make them fall into the abyss.
The Ukrainians enjoyed the happiest time in their lives, the neatly arranged Soviet army and clone soldiers. Drive them out of the house, shove them into exoskeleton mechas, and rush into the factory. In the cold winter, they drank the nutrient solution and vodka and drunkenly enjoyed the factory. Warm boiler.
There is no currency, no transactions, collective labor and material rationing, which made Ukrainians tremble under the Soviet iron whip and leather boots. The small problem of the economic crisis was crushed into in the face of a powerful system. The public and politicians were neatly hanged in Congress or shoved into trains and transported to Siberia. Steel rule came here.
Dozens of nuclear fusion energy power plants were erected on the vast ground of the Soviet Union, and tens of millions of tons of seawater were continuously extracted from the three oceans and four seas to provide deuterium for nuclear fusion. The magnetized water material is shaped into the best light industrial material under the powerful energy supply.
The solid presents a colloidal plasticized water. It has completely replaced the role of plastic and ethylene, and produced a large number of light industrial products in the factory. If there is no machine for light industry, it is manufactured in heavy industry. There are no transactions. In the absence of commodities, there is no need for a market to exist before a strong system.
The Soviets spent a lot of time in Moscow, in Stalingrad, and in Leningrad. Numerous large-scale photonic computers are erected to form an absolutely correct and absolutely glorious communist will, arranging plans for production and development.
The Soviets' machines are producing the mechanical parts that will be used to replace these machines tomorrow. There is no hesitation, no fear of waste, advanced ones instead of backward ones, stronger ones instead of weak ones. Everything is stronger, everything is Soviet.
This steel-like nerve, this chariot-like power makes the world tremble, but when the airship propelled by electromagnetic fluid flutters in the high altitudes of the Soviet Union, when the spacecrafts are arranged in a queue, this The suffocating power broke out in the madness of this nation.
They made the world stop bb.
Life and death look downright, just do it! In the vast territory of the sky, the sea, and the Soviet Union, the new regime that displayed its powerful muscles stunned the world: free and democratic public intellectuals closed their mouths and shivered in the glory of the system. Liberals all over the world finally remember that nightmare decades ago.
The world was shaking under the red flag of the sickle hammer.
Desperate proletarians, on the brink of the abyss, made a final fight. Their enemies not only had the market ship that was about to sink, the Soviet regime, but also the rising communist movement in the world. More and more advanced technological levels, productivity methods and their increasingly uncoordinated production methods, under strong pressure.
The great economic collapse has put all efforts of capital into despair.
At the last juncture, Operation Dawn, as the last hope of capital, was put forward by various countries. In order to restore everything in the past and re-energize the strong vitality of the market, financial experts from all countries, capital masters, held financial talks in London, the European financial heart, and made final efforts to rebuild the financial system.
This is the last hope of governments and the glory of restoring the past, the only dawn of order.
On the streets of London, England, dense sentries and troops controlled the city, countless naval formations, aircraft carrier battle groups, stood by in the English Channel, and the power agencies of various countries, mutant combat troops, came to London one month in advance. Elites from all over the world are gathered here to fight for the old-time rulers.
The glory of the old days has faded. In this country that has never settled, they are here to guard the ray of dawn that the new world will be born.
The sun in the fog is always rare. Even on such an important day, it is gloomy and even a little rain.
Chen Ang held an umbrella, stepped on standing water, and walked in front of the policeman with a sullen face. There were no people on the street. Soldiers with a sullen face stood on either side of the street. Pedestrians who came and went in a hurry also showed extraordinarily embarrassment. On this slumped street, the appearance of people like Chen Ang was still very eye-catching.
There are countless watchers, spying on him in the dark, countless weapons aimed at him, human beings will never let their last hope be destroyed. But Chen Ang didn't seem to notice this. He was like a tourist before the Great Depression, before the Great Collapse, lingering on the buildings and attractions of the Great Britain in London.
He propped up the walnut guardrail, stepped up from the steps, and touched with his fingertips the old bronze bell, complex gear sets, and power source, which gave the Big Ben a hint of old-time color.
Another bald head waited for him on the tower.
When Chen Ang came to the professor, he was looking down on the city. The empty city had a feeling of depression. The voice of the professor also had an unexplainable heartache. "This world should not be like this This city should not be like this, it should be full of sunshine, laughter, flowers and happiness. "
The professor turned back and looked at Chen Ang with a deep sorrow: "Peace is hard-won, and happiness and hope are the same. They deserve our careful care. These are things that I swear to protect and cherish for life. I will never allow someone to spoil it for their own selfish desires. "
"Even if you use war, you have to fight?" Chen Ang asked with a smile.
The professor solemnly said: "Even if it is war, I will guard it, even if I lose more lives, lose my students, and lose my family."
"Then I can answer you. I also have goals and principles. I will use war and killing to achieve it. In order to achieve it, I will destroy peace and crush happiness, as long as they still carry the breath and shadow of the old days. That's why I broke them. I will shape a new world and achieve my goals. "
The professor bowed his head and said exhausted, "If the old days were your enemy, you should not recast the Soviet Union. It has rusted, you should let it grow old. You drag it out of time, it will only make this world, let Civilization is going backwards. Humans no longer need the next Cold War, we don't need to dance on the blade. "
"Soviet is not old, it is new hope! It is the fist of steel that will break everything in the old order, and then recast hope and reshape the world." Chen Ang looked at the shadow of Buckingham Palace in the distance, where the old master In order to survive, he is doing the final struggle and hard work.
"But the Soviet Union failed, didn't it? Failure illustrates its backwardness, the people abandoned it, chose a new world, deception and fear cannot last, and the evil existence of the mind controller cannot rule the world forever. One day, the awakened people will destroy this monster you dug from the grave. "
"Facts will tell everything! Professor, in Pandora's box, the end may not necessarily be hope, it may be the end." Chen Ang laughed.
More and more mutants and fighting forces have surrounded this ancient attic. The strongest army and combat power of all humanity will be here to resist the Apocalypse and fight for a glimmer of hope for human society. The professor and Chen Ang stood in the attic and heard the melodious bells on their heads, spreading in all directions, to the ends of the earth.
At the conference hall of Buckingham Palace, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com sovereign representatives of various countries and legal representatives of financial institutions, pressed the sacred and glorious vote of the old financial system that was absolutely resurrected in the new world. The revival of the gold standard gave new hope to finance and currency. Together with the old market system, the people's wealth was abandoned by the capitalists without hesitation, sinking into the bottomless abyss.
A new shuffle determines the redistribution of this social wealth, and the old order, the grandeur, fades the broken blood and puts on the new Huashang.
Chen Ang watched all this, watched their carnival, watched them celebrate the resurrection of the old order. All this seemed to be a foregone conclusion. Gold was used as a guarantee. The currencies coordinated by all countries in the world seemed to have a new vitality. Market and production, injected a shot of cardiotonic.
They finally escaped from the ship that was about to sink, and released all the links with the market that sank into the abyss. Isn't it worth celebrating? Apocalypse seems to be defeated. This system can be destroyed for the first time, but it will never be destroyed for the second time. The new system will incorporate all unstable factors and will be more brilliant.
The dawn came from the sky to the earth. (To be continued.)
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