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Chapter 668 Yamaguchi Tsubaki's Nagasaki Trip
Secondly, and more importantly, Yegorov clearly pointed out that regardless of how smoothly the initial progress of Operation Decline went, Truman seemed to have made up his mind to show the Japanese, and also the world, the ultimate power wielded by the White Eagle—nuclear fission.
The telegram used a very vivid metaphor.
The white eagle, holding a hammer, had to hammer down the Japanese devils, no matter if they seemed to be starting to loosen.
The selection of targets and the order to bomb are likely already being formulated within the innermost circle.
Zhang Chi slowly put down the telegram, leaned back in his chair, and gazed at the azure sky outside the window.
He already understood.
The end of the war is fast approaching.
When those two devastating weapons, codenamed "Little Boy" and "Fat Man," exploded over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Japanese had no choice but to surrender unconditionally.
Then a new question arises: who should the United States of the South Pacific send to the upcoming signing ceremony of Japan's unconditional surrender, which will be held aboard the USS Missouri anchored in Tokyo Bay?
This is not merely a formality, but an extremely important political gesture. It is an international affirmation of the contributions and sacrifices made by Southeast Asia in this war, and a stage to announce to the world that Southeast Asia has emerged as a new power.
Several candidates quickly flashed through his mind.
Qi Quan?
This highest-ranking commander of the South China Sea Expeditionary Force is currently stationed in Okinawa, directing continuous air raids on the Japanese mainland and preparing for the upcoming landing.
He was with Zhang Chi from the very beginning, and personally witnessed the entire process from Bago to the Japanese invaders' doorstep.
His signing of the surrender document on behalf of Southeast Asia was highly symbolic and consistent with his military status.
Is it still Lao Tan?
As Chief of the General Staff, Tan Zhijie was one of the key figures in the Nanyang Army and held a prestigious position.
His presence on behalf of Southeast Asia was of sufficient importance and demonstrated the region's high regard for the matter.
Zhang Chi's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, weighing the pros and cons.
As he pondered, Zhang Chi's mind wandered, focusing on the system interface in his mind.
Bizarre data streams and equipment icons flashed in my consciousness.
He skillfully navigated to the air equipment branch and found the dedicated ammunition resupply interface for the [B-29A Heavy Bomber].
Among the dazzling array of bomb options, the one ranked first, radiating an almost blinding golden light that was completely different from other conventional munitions, was the 'gun-activated atomic bomb'.
Looking at the icon that symbolized ultimate destructive power, an almost absurd yet incredibly powerful thought, like the whisper of a demon, sprouted in his mind.
Almost as if by magic, his consciousness focused on that icon, and then he clicked the purchase confirmation button.
hum-
A slight vibration seemed to pass through my consciousness.
Within the system space, a large chunk of the mountain of gold, symbolizing the nation's reserves and war capital, vanished instantly.
In the resource counter bar in the corner of the system interface, the numbers jumped wildly, eventually settling on a value that had decreased by 5000 million dollars worth of gold.
Purchase confirmed
The system's monotonous, emotionless mechanical prompts rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal object appeared out of nowhere within the system's seemingly infinite storage space.
It is about 3 meters long and weighs 4.4 tons. It sits there quietly, its streamlined shell gleaming with a cold metallic luster.
???
Zhang Chi was stunned.
Price reduced?
He clearly remembered that when he last checked it, this thing was clearly priced at 1 million dollars worth of gold. How come it was suddenly discounted by half?
He immediately reviewed the system page again carefully, line by line and word by word.
Sure enough, the price dropped.
Could it be because... in the real world, White Eagle has already figured out this thing, so the "goods" in the system have depreciated in value?
This guess is quite reasonable.
The system does not appear to be entirely independent of the real world; some of its mechanisms may have a hidden connection with the level of technological development in reality.
Unfortunately, his War Thunder system doesn't seem to possess advanced artificial intelligence; it's more like a complex program that follows fixed rules.
It did not answer Zhang Chi's questioning idea, but silently performed its function.
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45 8 Month 6 Day.
Tsutomu Yamaguchi, a young draftsman working at Mitsubishi Heavy Industries' Nagasaki Shipyard, is walking on the rather empty streets of Hiroshima.
The shadow of war has eroded the city beyond recognition.
There were hardly any young and middle-aged men to be seen on the streets. Most of them had been conscripted into the army like soldiers and sent to unknown battlefields to fill gaps.
All that could be seen were elderly people with faltering steps, women with fearful faces, and a few lucky ones like him who were granted special permission by the military to stay in important factories and avoid direct conscription because they possessed certain valuable skills, such as mechanical drawing.
Yamaguchi Tsutomu did feel a sense of relief.
After graduating from an industrial school, he immediately joined Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Nagasaki Shipyard, which was backed by the navy, thus narrowly escaping the almost insane conscription of the army.
But his sense of relief seemed pale and powerless in the face of the increasingly severe war situation and the scarcity of supplies.
He was accompanied by two colleagues, also from the Nagasaki Shipyard, and the three of them were heading to the station, hoping to catch a train back to Nagasaki.
An invisible sense of oppression permeated the air.
"I heard... the White Eagles' army landed in Kagoshima a few days ago..." A colleague lowered his voice, his tone filled with unease.
Another colleague sighed: "Didn't they still say on the radio that the Imperial Army inflicted heavy casualties on the Demon Alliance?"
Yamaguchi Tsutomu shook his head with a wry smile and didn't reply.
He had long since stopped believing in those outrageous base camp battles.
His only worry now is whether his family in Nagasaki is alright.
War has broken out in southern Kyushu. How long can Nagasaki remain in a state of peace?
Halfway there, Yamaguchi Tsutomu suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no, I forgot my seal in the office!"
Without a seal, many procedures cannot be completed.
He had no choice but to ask his two colleagues to wait while he hurriedly went back to retrieve it.
At this time, it was close to 8:15 a.m.
Yamaguchi Tsutomu was walking briskly towards the shipyard dock when suddenly—
Woo——!
The piercing air raid siren suddenly blared.
Almost reflexively, Yamaguchi Tsutomu and the few pedestrians scattered on the street immediately looked up at the sky.
Hiroshima has been experiencing frequent air raid sirens recently, but most of them have turned out to be false alarms.
However, this time, he saw something different.
In the azure sky, two small white dots appeared, slowly drifting down, like... tiny parachutes?