Subtitle of this chapter: Without steel, how can there be a miracle?

Yuan Yan, who was placed on a pigeon by his American lover and German secretary, carefully locked the study door, took out the "mask worn by Cialick" from his pocket, and put it on his face. Then he closed his eyes...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a warm little living room. On the main seat of the living room was a kind old man with a pair of wooden glasses.

"Yuri, what's this place?"

"Neo, I...well, we are at the Professor's house, right on the morning side heights."

Morningside Heights is located in the northwest of Manhattan, which is a veritable university district, and is nearby the famous Columbia University, Barnard College, one of the seven sister colleges (one of the undergraduate colleges of Columbia University), and the Manhattan School of Music.

"Yuri, who is Mr. Professor?"

"Neo, he is a teacher who specializes in teaching foreign languages ​​to students nearby. He is said to be a Belarusian exile."

"Foreign language? Belarus?"

"Yes, in addition to being proficient in Latin, Mr. Hammer also masters the local languages ​​of most Eastern European countries. Mr. Hammer is learning Russian from him."

As soon as we heard Russian and Mr. Hammer, our Master Yuan saw the waving red flag in front of us, and a familiar melody sounded in our ears.

"Neo, what kind of song is this? It's very majestic."

This is a side effect of the spiritual link. Both of them can read each other's superficial thinking. As long as it is connected, Yuri's thoughts will inevitably be known.

"Yuri, this is "Unbreakable..." Hi, you still have time to listen to the song! By the way, what are you talking about?"

At this time, in addition to the professor, the red capitalist and "Yuri Marin", there were five or six young male and female students in the living room. Judging from their clothes, there were rich generations like Yuan Yanshu, Louis Baker and John McCall, as well as ordinary middle-class children, and even more real poor. Among them, there was a girl with a very middle-class look that looked pretty good, at least as good as Miss Helen Brown.

In 1920, there were clear barriers between the American classes, and the social places and entertainment methods of different classes were completely different. So such gatherings seemed a bit "quirky". Well, if the leftists gathered, it would be normal, because the leftists were going to break the class.

At this moment, a guy with a mustache was saying something passionately.

"Neo, we're talking about 'the miracle on the Vistula'."

"The Battle of Warsaw?"

"That's right, it's the Battle of Warsaw."

"Yuri, then what are you looking for me?"

"Neo, they must say something, a former US military officer, but I have read some sporadic reports in the newspaper. Where can I say anything?"

1920 was a sad year, with neither CNN nor Twitter, nor military experts like bureau chiefs. Ordinary people read the reports of frontline reporters from newspapers. Apart from the results of the war and the trend of the battle, there was really nothing to say.

"Yuri, so you came to me?"

"Neo, didn't you say that as long as you encounter such a thing, wouldn't it be right to come to you?"

Oh, I really said it. But...

"Yuri, don't you want zhuangability too, do you?"

"Neo, it turns out that this is called zhuangability. Yes, I think your zhuangability is very interesting, so I want to give it a try."

Oh, it turns out that this slutty young man also has a turbulent heart. As expected, my friends are all very sick, just like me...

"Yuri, is it really necessary for you to zhuangability this time?"

"Neo, is it necessary for you every time you zhuangbility?"

"Yuri, I said you won't like the little girl over there, right?"

"Neo, I said you won't read my thoughts?"

"Okay, Yuri. You owe me once."

"Okay, Neo. I owe you once."

At this moment, the bearded man summed up loudly: "So, the 'miracle on the Vistula' is a great victory for our Polish people to resist authoritarianism!"

No wonder this guy is so excited. It turns out that he is really a descendant of Poland. And from this sentence, this man should be a remnant of the Second International, the Social Democratic Party is also the Green Party.

The Second International fell apart during World War I because the Social Democratic Party of various countries violated the agreement of "anti-war" of the entire proletariat and adopted a nationalist attitude to turn around to support the war between governments.

It should be noted that the Second International did not officially announce its dissolution like the First International. It only temporarily stopped its movement in 1914. This year, the Social Democratic Party of European countries held a meeting in Geneva, and the Second International rekindled into the "Social Democratic Party International".

But for a staunch proletarian revolutionary like Lenin, the Second International was dead.

The professor who presided over the party was quiet and slapped a few times to show encouragement. After a while, he turned his head and stared at "Hisser Justice" with encouragement, and said softly: "Mr. Marin, you are the only military expert here, and an American hero who has been on the battlefield of World War I. Can you not express your opinions?"

"Yes, Yuri. I want to hear your opinions too." The future red capitalist on the side also echoed.

Yuri Marin nodded calmly and said, "Since that's the case, then I'd better obey my duty than respect."

As he said that, he slowly lit a cigarette while looking through the information given by Master Yuan in his mind.

"Neo, is the information you gave me true or false?"

"Yuri, these words hurt my heart. Do I need to give you fake information?"

"Nho, but this is all internal information from the recent senior Soviet leaders! Where did you get it?"

"Yuri, my 'Old Lord Justice', don't you believe in the supernatural powers of me, the 'Lord Fool'?"

Your Excellency Masayoshi coughed lightly and said to the professor: "In advance, I only judge this battle from a military perspective."

The other party nodded to show understanding.

"Then, I have to say that the main reason for the failure of the Soviet Union in the Warsaw Battle was not how outstanding the Polish army performed..."

The bearded man couldn't help but indignantly and said, "Mr. Marin, how could you say that? This is really..."

The former US military officer looked at him coldly, and this look really made this guy stop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not too late to hear me before refuting it." Yuri Marin said in a solemn tone, "The greatest hero of the 'Miracle of the Vistula' is of course the Polish commander General Joseph Pisusky. If he really gives up, then there will be no miracle."

"But I think the second most important contributor should be Vladimir Ilyic Ulyanov..."
Chapter completed!