Well, Nehru finally made his choice.

In fact, he was also forced. Since Mountbatten and Count Clement were both involved in this conspiracy, he would never be able to gain support from the British government anyway. The only choices left are the United States and the Soviet Union, but he can only be his younger brother to join the former. This is undoubtedly a humiliating person who is arrogant and determined to realize his dream of a great power.

What's more, the industry of being a younger brother to the Americans is quite fierce! He believes that his relatives are not as good as Australia, his loyalty is not as good as Luzon, and his courage to fight and fight Yang Feng. Apart from a larger population, there is nothing in India that can do.

But these two points mean that he has great potential and may become a potential threat to the Americans, and it is difficult to support him with confidence. In other words, even if he defects to the Americans, he will become an embarrassing marginal character and will never truly gain the trust of the Americans. This is the inevitable result.

But if he turned to the Soviet Union, he could get equal respect, and Stalin's current weak position in the Indian Ocean also gave him more qualifications to bargain.

"Molotov's secret visit to India?"

Sitting by the swimming pool, admiring the Caryl sisters, Yang Feng, who was wearing the bloody figure after Bikini, got the information he sent back from his spies within the Soviet government.

His spies are those beautiful robots.

The beautiful robots on the original Voyager are the most precious wealth in his hands, not only his personal bodyguard, but also his wealth empire manager, but also the best spy in his hands. After Li Daitaozao changed his appearance, fifty beautiful robots have penetrated into the governments of major countries, not only the Soviet Union, but also the United States, Britain, and even Comrade Li.

Plus the communication satellite above his head. He has initially weaved his intelligence network in this world, like nerve lines, clearly transmitting the slightest tremors in every corner to his brain.

Nehru is now the first victim of his intelligence system.

What this information means? Of course Yang Feng knew very well that his fish had already taken the bait!

"Tell Ziyi that you must get the content they cooperate with, Stalin, Nehru. Very good!"

He said with a grim smile, waved his hand at the beautiful robot beside him, and told her not to block him, because at this time, the Caryl sisters were walking towards them with their slim waists that could exhaust men. These two seductions have been living in Shillong for more than a month, and they still don’t want to go back to Anbuna Island. The feeling of ups and downs on them every day is like a floating fairy.

As for the filial piety of the Assam people, he had to repay them well, for example, for their freedom. He had a bloody battle that shocked the world and cried with the world's second most powerful country. When he thought of his head-on confrontation with the great Soviet army again, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Well, his boiling blood surged down there.

Mina, who was walking in front, glanced at him charmingly, then gently rode on him and sat down, while her sister hugged her from behind, sticking out her tongue and swaying her earlobe...

One week later.

Nehru promised that as long as the Assam government separates a Hindustan autonomous region and sets it as a non-armed zone, they will also formally recognize the border between India and Assam as long as the Assam government has set up a separate Hindustan autonomous region under the control of the People's Self-Defense Forces.

This is actually equivalent to setting up a military buffer zone between the two countries. Anyway, everyone is out of sight, and the North Shore area is still counted as Assam's territory, but the Hindustans themselves have the final say. In fact, they are the vassals of India. In short, India has gained benefits and Assam has secured security.

It should be said that in the eyes of some people, this plan is still relatively feasible, such as the US Deputy Secretary of State Acheson who presided over the mediation.

"His Excellency, although this is indeed a bit unfair to the Republic of Assam, for our overall situation, we have to make some sacrifices. What's more, we can provide them with ten million dollars in reconstruction funds. For such a poor and backward small country, ten million dollars is already a huge wealth. After all, we should not waste our energy in such a place now. According to the information we have obtained, the strength of the Java Red Army is gradually recovering, and this cancer on the East Indies is our main goal."

Ascheson sat on the lounge chair and said to Yang Feng with a smile while drinking Assam black tea.

"I don't care. I have no grudges with the Indians in the past and have no grudges recently. I just come here to help."

Yang Feng said with the newly raised Indian cat in his arms, looking like Captain Barbosa who was sporting a monkey.

"Yes, yes, there is no conflict of interest between the Ming Empire and the Indians. There is indeed no need to continue fighting. On the contrary, you are the main defenders of the Far Eastern order. Prime Minister Nehru is also a respectable elder. I think you both should contact each other, which will also help eliminate misunderstandings between each other."

Acheson said with a smile.

This notorious imperialist, who recently successfully mediated the crisis, is widely praised in the Western world. It is obvious that he wants to continue his efforts and build an alliance against the ambitions of the Soviets on the subcontinent.

However, he didn't know that he was about to be slapped in the face, and he also slapped a very loud slap in the face.

Of course Yang Feng knew.

Because at the same time, in Agra, a tourist holy land in India, famous for its Taj Mahal and Red Fort, Nehru and Molotov jointly signed the Soviet-Indian secret agreement. In this secret agreement, Nehru promised that after seizing Assam, a Soviet enterprise would allow a port on the southern coast, including a supporting airport, and had 50 years of operation and management rights for this port and airport, of course, not for military purposes, but for civilian purposes.

There is no need to explain anything more deeply. Everyone is smart, just be sensible.

In return, the Soviet government will provide a batch of military aid to the Tianzhu government, with the main content...

"One hundred and twenty, nine, forty, forty, forty, two hundred t34, Stalin is such a big deal, when did he become so generous? Ma, this is determined not to let me have a good time!"

The list of Soviet military aid he received made Yang Feng feel shocked. He really didn't expect that Stalin's iron cock could provide Nehru with such a big deal. It is still a different matter to know whether Nehru's promise can be fulfilled. From the content of this secret agreement, it can be seen that Nehru was not prepared to give up being a fence-between. Once he received the Soviet aid, he would not be able to go back on his word.

This is normal. It is conceivable that if the Soviets really wanted to set up such a port selling dog meat on the Indian Ocean, then neither the Americans nor the British would be able to bear it. They could not afford Stalin, but it was still easy to deal with Nehru, either to coerce or tempt or to coerce and tempt. In short, they must ruin this matter.

If Nehru could not withstand the pressure and tear down the secret agreement, Stalin would not have any tricks to cure him. This was equivalent to Nehru drawing a big cake, but Stalin gave the money first without hesitation.

Uh, when did he be so generous?

"According to the Ziyi report, combat aircraft aiding Tianzhu will be piloted by Soviet pilots, secretly crossing the airspace of Afghanistan and northern Pakistan from the Soviet Union, flying directly to the northern airport of Tianzhu, and then participating in the battle as volunteers."

Then the beautiful bodyguard who was reporting beside him threw another bombshell at him.

"What? There is such a thing? No, his goal is the Quake."

Yang Feng stood up and exclaimed.

OK, he guessed it right.

Two days later, a Soviet air force base in Tajikistan.

Under the cloudy sky and in the thick twilight, fighter bombers with red pentagrams were arranged neatly on the brightly lit apron. The roar of the engine made the entire base look like a honeycomb.

This was the first batch of aid Stalin gave Nehru, two hundred fighter jets drawn directly from the combat troops, which would take off from here and fly over the airspace of the two countries under the cover of night and clouds to reach their destination, a temporary secret airport in northern India.

The Soviet Air Force commander Vershining, who was seeing off, patted a young lieutenant colonel officer on the shoulder in the bitter cold wind and said in earnest tone: "Comrade Andreevich, Comrade Stalin's trust will be handed over to you, the Party and the people are watching you."

"Comrade Commander, please rest assured that you and Comrade Stalin, I promise to complete the task."

The Soviet Air Force No. 3 ace Andreevich said with a solemn look on his face. During the war, he was flying the p39 flying snake assisted by the Americans and shot down a total of fifty-six enemy planes.

If it weren't for him and Pokreshkin, the flying snake's reputation as shit would have never been washed away. The flying snake, which was abandoned like garbage in the hands of the Americans, actually created two Soviet super ace pilots, which was a big wonder.

"Yes, the great soldiers of the army must have such a spirit of indomitable progress. You must attack those despicable pirates like they were in the German Fais, and they must not let go of any of these warships. They must send them all to the seabed. Use your bombs to avenge the comrades killed in the navy. The flames of the explosion in the Indian Ocean are your gifts to Comrade Stalin, and Yang Feng's wailing is your hymn to the motherland.

Go, great soldiers of the army, let those imperial righteous people tremble before you!"

Welsining roared passionately, waving his fists. (To be continued.)

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