Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 242 ZBT
Subtitle of this chapter: Without steel, there would be no miracles?
Yuan Yan, who was stood up by his American lover and German secretary, carefully locked the study door, took out the "mask worn by Xirik" 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 small, warm living room. Sitting in the main seat of the living room was a kind old man who looked familiar and wore a pair of wooden-framed glasses.
"Yuri, where is this place?"
"Neo, I...well, we're at the professor's house in Morningside Heights."
Morningside Heights is located in the northwest of Manhattan, a veritable university district, near which are the famous Columbia University, Barnard College (one of Columbia University's undergraduate colleges), one of the Seven Sisters Colleges, and the Manhattan School of Music.
"Yuri, who is the professor?"
"Neo, he is a teacher who specializes in teaching foreign languages to nearby students. It is said that he is a White Russian exile."
"Foreign language? White Russian?"
"Yes, the professor is proficient in Latin and has mastered the local languages of most Eastern European countries. Mr. Hammer is learning Russian from him."
As soon as he heard the Russian language and Mr. Hammer , our Master Yuan saw the fluttering red flags in front of him and heard the familiar melody in his ears.
"Neo, what song is this? It's very majestic."
This was a side effect of the mind link, both of them could read each other's surface thoughts. Once the connection was established, Yuri would inevitably know Yuan Yanshu's thoughts.
"Yuri, this is 'Unbreakable...' Hey, you still have time to listen to music! By the way, what are you guys talking about?"
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 second-generations like Yuan Yanshu, Louis Baker and John McCall, as well as ordinary middle-class children and real poor people. Among them, there was a girl who was dressed in a very middle-class style and looked pretty good, at least at the level of Miss Helen Brown.
In 1920, there were clear barriers between classes in the United States. Different classes had completely different social venues and entertainment methods. So such a gathering seemed a bit "weird". Well, if it was a gathering of leftists, it would not be weird but normal, because the left is supposed to break down classes.
At this time, a guy with a mustache was saying something passionately.
"Neo, we're talking about 'The Miracle on the Vistula'."
"The Battle of Warsaw?"
"Yes, it is the Battle of Warsaw."
"Yuri, what do you want from me?"
"Neo, they want me, a former US military officer, to say something, but I've only read a few scattered reports in the newspapers. How can I say anything?"
1920 was a sad year. There was no CNN, no Twitter, and no military experts like the Bureau Chief. Ordinary people could only read reports from frontline reporters in newspapers. Apart from the results of the war and the trend of the battle, there was really nothing much to say.
"Yuri, so that's why you came to see me?"
"Nio, didn't you say that if I encounter something like this, then I should come to you?"
Oh, I think I really said that. But...
"Yuri, you want zhuangbility too, don't you?"
"Neo, so this is called zhuangbility. Yes, I think your zhuangbility is very interesting, so I want to try it too."
Oh, it turns out this young man also has a restless heart. My friends are really sick, just like me...
"Yuri, is your zhuangbility really necessary this time?"
"Neo, is it necessary for you to do this every time?"
"Yuri, are you attracted to that girl over there?"
"Neo , didn't I say you can't read my mind?"
"Okay, Yuri. You owe me one."
"Okay, Neo. I owe you one."
At this moment, the man with the mustache loudly concluded: "So, the 'Miracle on the Vistula' is a great victory of our Polish people against autocracy!"
No wonder this guy is so excited, it turns out he is a Polish descendant. And judging from what he said, this guy should be a remnant of the Second International, the Social Democratic Party, or the Green Party.
The Second International fell apart during World War I because the social democratic parties in various countries violated the "anti-war" agreement of the entire proletariat, adopted a nationalist attitude, and turned around to support the governments of various countries in launching wars.
It should be noted that the Second International did not officially disband like the First International. It just temporarily stopped its movement in 1914. This year, the Social Democratic Parties of various European countries held a meeting in Geneva, and the Second International was revived and became the "Social Democratic International".
But for a staunch proletarian revolutionary like Lenin, the Second International was dead.
The professor who hosted the party remained calm and took the lead in clapping his hands a few times to show encouragement. After a while, he turned his head and looked at "Mr. Justice" with an encouraging look, and said softly: "Mr. Marin, you are the only military expert here, and you are also an American hero who fought in the battlefield of World War I. You can't not express your opinion, right?"
"Yes, Yuri. I also want to hear your opinion." The future red capitalist on the side also echoed.
Yuri Marin nodded calmly and said, "In that case, I will obey your command."
As he spoke, he slowly lit up a cigarette and looked over the information given by Master Yuan in his mind.
"Neo, is the information you gave me true or false?"
"Yuri, this hurts my heart. Do I need to give you false information?"
"Neo, but these are the latest internal information of the Soviet Union's top leaders! Where did you get them from?"
"Yuri, my Lord Justice, do you still not believe in the power of this Lord Fool?"
Lord Justice coughed lightly and said to the professor, "Let me make it clear in advance that I will only judge this battle from a military perspective."
The other party nodded to show his understanding.
"Then I have to say that the main reason for the Soviet Union's defeat in the Battle of Warsaw was not because of how well the Polish army performed..."
The man with the mustache couldn't help but interrupted angrily: "Mr. Marin, how can you say that? This is really..."
The former US military officer gave him a cold look, and this look really made the guy shut up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me first, and you can refute me later." Yuri Marin said in a serious tone: "The greatest contributor to the 'Miracle on the Vistula' is of course the Polish commander General Joseph Piłsudski. If he really gave up, then there would be no miracle."
"But I think the second greatest contributor should be Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov..."
"And the third greatest contributor was Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, who was then the political commissar of the Southwestern Front of the Soviet Army!"
