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The red iron curtain, from Eastern Europe to Western Europe, from Poland to Denmark, from Romania to Britain, the people of the European continent finally recalled the long-lost horror in their memory!

The Soviet of iron and blood, the Soviet of war and steel!

When the steel curtain fell from Moscow, when the high-flying red flag rose in the Kremlin, and when the steel machine rumbled to start, the bankrupt workers and capitalists in Europe fell into confusion and fear. Billions of people witnessed the roar of the big bald head on Red Square:

"All power belongs to the Soviets!"

Financial collapse, currency avalanche, and the unified financial system established by Europeans for decades has become a pool of ruins. People living here suddenly find that the comparisons in their hands, whether they are marks, francs, pounds and euros, have all become a pool of waste paper.

trembling!

Under the tracks of Soviet chariots, I was trembling!

When the smell of gunpowder from Stalingrad to Poland, on this land, the long-comfortable nobles were extremely afraid, the cold bayonet edges, the hot gun barrels and electromagnetic engines, like a basin of cold water in the cold winter, made these people feel the bone-broken cold.

There is no hope, no work, no bread, agricultural products rot on the production line, buried deep in the farmland, no energy transportation, no plastic production and packaging, the collapsed market economy has pulled all the people trying to save into the abyss. Even heating and electricity are difficult to operate due to lack of conditions.

Europeans spent the coldest and hungry winter of their lives.

At this moment, the financial industry did not save them, nor did capital work, the Luxembourgs lost all their assets and had nothing, and the Danes burned stock documents and currency to keep warm. The cold winter of the economic crisis destroyed all countries without an industrial system, and at this moment, despair and confusion made them fall into the abyss.

The Ukrainians enjoyed the happiest time in their lives, with neatly arranged Soviet troops and cloned soldiers. They drove them out of their homes, stuffed them into the exoskeleton mecha, and rushed into the factory. In the cold winter, they drank nutrient solution and vodka, and drunkenly enjoyed the factory and the warm boiler.

The lack of currency, no transactions, collective labor and material rationing system made the Ukrainians tremble under the Soviet Union's iron whip and leather boots. The minor problem of the economic crisis was crushed into pieces in the face of a powerful system. Public intellectuals and politicians were neatly hung in the parliament, or stuffed into trains, and transported to Siberia. Steel-like rule came here.

Dozens of nuclear fusion energy power plants were established on the vast land of the Soviet Union. Tens of millions of tons of sea water were continuously extracted from the three oceans and four seas, providing deuterium elements for nuclear fusion. Magnetized water materials are molded into the best light industrial materials under the powerful energy supply.

Solids appear as colloidal plasticized water. They completely replace the role of plastic and ethylene. A large number of light industrial products are produced in factories. Without light industrial machines, they are made by heavy industry. There is no transaction. There is no commodity. In the face of a strong system, there is no need for market existence.

The Soviets spent a lot of effort in Moscow, Stalingrad, and Leningrad. Countless large photon computers were erected, forming an absolutely correct and absolutely glorious communist will, and arranged plans for production and development.

The Soviet machines produced mechanical parts used to replace these machines tomorrow. There is no hesitation, no fear of waste, use advanced to replace backwards, use stronger to replace weak ones. Everything is for stronger, everything is for the Soviets.

This kind of steel-like nerves and the power of this chariot make the world tremble, but when the airship driven by electromagnetic fluid floats high in the Soviet Union, and when the aerospace motherships are arranged in a queue, this suffocating force completely explodes in the madness of this nation.

They made the world stop bb.

If you take life and death indifferently, do it if you don’t accept it! The new regime that shows its strong muscles in the sky, the sea and the vast territory of the Soviet Union made the whole world murmur: free and democratic public intellectuals shut their mouths and shivered under the glory of the system. Liberals around the world finally recalled the nightmare decades ago.

The world trembles under the red flag of sickle hammer.

The desperate proletarians made their last move on the edge of the abyss. Their enemies not only had large market ships that were about to sink, but also had the Soviet regime, but also the rising communist movements around the world. They also had an increasingly advanced technological level, and the productivity and their production methods were increasingly incompatible with them, and they were under strong pressure.

The great economic collapse has caused all capital efforts to fall into despair.

At the last moment, "Operation Dawn" was proposed by various countries as the last hope of capital. In order to save everything in the past and revitalize the strong vitality of the market, financial experts and capital controllers from all countries held financial talks in London, England, the financial heart of Europe, to make final efforts to rebuild the financial system.

This is the last hope of governments, and it is also the only dawn of restoring the glory of the past and the order of the past.

On the streets of London, England, densely packed posters and troops controlled the city. Countless naval formations, aircraft carrier battle groups, and stood by in the English Channel. The supernatural institutions and mutant combat units of various countries came to London to stand by one month in advance. Elites from all over the world gathered here to fight for the former dominators.

The glory of the old days has declined. In this country where the sun never sets, here they guard the glimmer of dawn of the new world.

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 and stepped on the water, walking past the gloomy policeman. There were no people on the street. The soldiers with a gloomy face stood on both sides of the street, and the rain slid down their faces. Occasionally, there were a few pedestrians coming and going, and their figures seemed particularly embarrassed. On this depressing street, it was still eye-catching that people like Chen Ang appeared.

There were countless monitors peeking at him in the dark, and countless weapons were aimed at him. Humans would never let their last hope be destroyed. But Chen Ang seemed to have not noticed these. He was leisurely like a tourist before the Great Depression and the Great Collapse, lingering in the buildings and attractions of London's Great Britain period.

He held the walnut guardrail and climbed up the steps. He touched the ancient bronze bell with his fingertips, the complex gear set and power source, which made the Big Ben shine with a hint of the old color.

Another bald head was waiting for him on the tower.

When Chen Ang came to the professor, he was looking down at the city. The empty city had a feeling of depression. The professor's voice also brought an indescribable heartache. "This world should not be like this, and this city should not be like this. It should be full of sunshine, laughter, flowers and happiness."

The professor turned around and looked at Chen Ang with a deep sorrow: "Peace is hard-won, happiness and hope are the same. They deserve our careful care. These are things I swear to protect to the death and are my lifelong persistence. I will never allow anyone to destroy it for his own selfish desires."

"Even if you use war, you have to fight?" Chen Ang asked with a smile.

The professor said seriously: "Even if it is war, I will protect it, even if I lose more lives, my students, and my family."

"Then I can answer you too. I have goals and principles. I will also achieve it with war and killing. In order to achieve it, I will destroy peace and crush happiness. As long as they still carry the breath and shadow of the past, it is the reason why I break them. I will shape a new world and achieve my goals."

The professor lowered his head and said tiredly: "If the old days were your enemy, you should not recast the Soviets. It has been rusted and should make it old. You drag it out of time and will only make the world and civilization go back. Human beings no longer need the next cold war, and we do not need to dance on the tip of the knife."

"The Soviets are 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 was making the final struggle and efforts for his own survival.

"But the Soviet failed, isn't it? The failure shows its backwardness, the people abandoned it and chose a new world, deception and fear cannot last, and the evil existence of the mind control instrument cannot rule the world forever. One day, the awakened people will destroy this monster you dug out of the grave."

"Facts will tell everything! Professor, in Pandora's box, the final one is not necessarily hope, but also ending." Chen Ang said with a smile.

More and more mutants and combat troops surrounded this ancient loft. The most powerful army and combat power of all mankind will resist apocalypse here and win 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 to all directions and to the ends of the earth.

At the venue of Buckingham Palace, the legal representatives of sovereign regimes and financial institutions in various countries pressed the old financial system of the absolute resurrection of the new world, a sacred and glorious vote. The resurrection of the gold standard gave new hope for finance and currency. The people's wealth and the old market system were abandoned by the capitalists without hesitation and sank into the bottomless abyss.

A new reshuffle determines the redistribution of this social wealth, and the old order, openly fades away the broken blood and puts on the new robe.

Chen Ang watched all this, their carnival, and their celebration of the resurrection of the old order. All this seemed to be a foregone conclusion. As a guarantee, gold, the currency coordinated by countries around the world, seemed to have a new vitality, and injected a needle-enhancing agent into the shaky market and production.

They finally escaped from the sank ship and removed all connections with the market that sank into the abyss. Isn't this worth celebrating? Apocalypse seems to have been 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 into it and will be even more brilliant.

Dawn descends from the horizon to the earth. (To be continued.)

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