During the Cold War, both the United States and the Soviet Union produced "supersaturated" nuclear weapons, enough to destroy humanity dozens of times.
The cost of manufacturing and maintaining nuclear arsenals is huge, which is a heavy burden on the national strength of both sides. Therefore, the two sides began to negotiate on nuclear disarmament issues in the 1970s.
In 1987, the United States and the Soviet Union entered into the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty, agreeing that both parties would destroy ballistic missiles with a range of 500 to 5,500 kilometers.
Essentially, neither side wants to fight a nuclear war, so they compromise. However, it is easy to sign various treaties, but difficult to implement them.
First, it depends on the fighting skills of the intelligence systems of both sides. Before verification, it is necessary to understand the size and location of the other party's nuclear plants, nuclear vehicles, and nuclear arsenals.
Second, each other must send inspectors to each other's sites for on-the-spot verification to ensure basic mutual trust. However, it is the essential distrust that leads the United States and the Soviet Union to often accuse each other of violating treaties.
The little foreign girl Megan is an employee of the U.S. DOD. Her superiors got some information and thought she was too idle, so they sent her to Er Mao's house to work as a nuclear arsenal verification and safety officer.
The engine of the Mi-8 helicopter was rumbling overhead. Megan was wearing an in-flight communication helmet and looking down from the window of the cabin.
From Moscow to Kiev, and then from Kiev to Kharkov. The vast plain is endless.
During World War II, a series of important battles took place between the Soviet Union and Germany in Kharkov. The flat terrain here was suitable for armored forces to launch attacks.
The T-34 tank was defeated by the "Tiger" here, and the German power reached its peak here.
In the decades that followed, Maozi would occasionally find abandoned weapons and equipment from a muddy pond or sparse woods on the plains.
Everything from guns and ammunition to armored fighting vehicles.
Looking down from the Mi-8, the ground in the Balaklea camp is full of weapons and ammunition stacked in the open air. Due to wind and rain, many of the wooden ammunition boxes are rotten, revealing the shells sealed inside.
Like Zhou Qingfeng, Megan can't understand who is so brave?
Daniel sat next to her and saw the confusion on her face, so he smiled and said: "The production department is only responsible for production, and the transportation department is only responsible for transportation.
When the materials arrived at the receiving department, they found that there was not enough storage capacity, so they had to pile them up randomly. In fact, the management was out of touch.
It is relatively rare to pile ammunition in the open air. But if you have been to a transport station in Moscow, you will often find that vegetables and fruits that are lacking in the market are piled up in the warehouse of the station, and they can only rot and rot.
Twenty to thirty percent of crops in this country are lost in the fields or during storage, but they never care because these losses do not exist in the reports.
The same goes for these ammunition. They are there on the report, but God only knows what is actually going on."
Daniel said with a smile, while Megan pursed her lips. The little foreign girl was sent to be a security officer, it was like being exiled. It was a hard job.
The US inspection team she belongs to has a special mission this time - Yingjiang wants to spend money to buy the Soviet nuclear arsenal that will be inherited by Er Mao.
In fact, in January 1992, that is, a few months later, Er Mao began to gradually transfer the nuclear warheads in his hands to Da Mao.
At that time, the brothers had a good relationship.
By 1994, under the "persuasion" of the United States, Ermao announced that he would eliminate all nuclear warheads in his possession, blow up all silos, and dismember all long-range missiles.
Mao Xiong has struggled for decades and spent hundreds of millions of dollars and endless manpower to build up the nuclear arsenal that was completely dismantled.
When the Mi-8 landed, Megan followed a US inspection team of more than ten people. The Soviet side came to greet a colonel named Isakov. In the eyes of the little foreign girl, this old-fashioned Soviet soldier did not welcome their arrival.
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On the other end, Zhou Qingfeng and Marco Shi, who were still studying the thick pipes in front of the T-80, were not treated well. A moment ago, they were guests of General Chechevatov.
In the blink of an eye, several armed soldiers with guns ordered them to leave immediately, and even pushed them, as if they were afraid that they would be seen if they were delayed for a few seconds.
Zhou Qingfeng was very obedient this time and followed the soldiers in the camp obediently. He could only wink at Marco Shi.
The latter took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket and asked the escorting soldier: "Hey, brother, what happened? There is no need to be so panicked."
The escorting soldiers roared at first, with the muzzles of their guns shaking, refusing to be corroded by outsiders. But after walking a certain distance, without the officers staring at them, they naturally took the cigarettes from Marco's hand and smoked one beautifully.
When he lit a lighter and puffed out the cigarette, the escorting soldiers stopped moving. Zhou Qingfeng followed them and sat casually on a pile of ammunition boxes, puffing away smoke.
For people who live a monotonous and boring life, nothing can soothe the spirit more than tobacco and alcohol. Maozi's reputation for being addicted to alcohol is known all over the world. This is not only because of the cold winter, but also to relieve the depression in his heart.
"What happened?" Marco Shi asked again. He had a Slavic face, and it was much easier to deal with ordinary soldiers than Zhou Qingfeng.
The escorting soldier sat lazily and said casually in a few words: "The American inspectors are here. They are going to pass through the road just now."
"What to check?"
"We have nuclear warheads here."
"Oh my god, is there a nuclear warhead here? Where is it? Is it dangerous?" Marco Shi screamed in fear and looked around in panic.
The escorting soldiers had no military manners or morale. They laughed at Marco's funny appearance. Someone said nonchalantly: "Our arsenal is divided into two floors: the surface and the underground. The nuclear warheads are in the underground warehouse."
"Underground?" Marcus stared at the turf under his feet, stamped his feet, and continued to ask: "What does the underground warehouse look like?"
The soldiers stopped talking and just smoked.
Zhou Qingfeng interjected, "What does this have to do with us?"
"The colonel said that Americans cannot see you." A soldier turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, "Our place is highly classified and outsiders should not come in."
Zhou Qingfeng and Marco Shi looked at each other, and the latter shouted to the soldiers with understanding: "Don't worry, brothers, we are businessmen and we don't cause trouble. I still have some good liquor in the car, do you want some?"
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When it came to 'wine', several soldiers became excited. They sent two people to take Ma Keshi to find a drink. They left the two of them staring at Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng leaned lazily on an ammunition box, looking very well-behaved. But the seven goblins following him had already dispersed, collecting information inside and outside the arsenal.
The virtual Sophia even dived underground, trying to pass through the thick soil to find the hidden warehouse.
At this moment, Meghan, as a US inspector, had just walked into the gate of the Balaklea camp.
Compared with the laziness that Zhou Qingfeng saw when he arrived, the camp is now densely covered with power grids and sentry posts, giving it a heavily guarded scene.
The verification team is mainly composed of professional nuclear physics experts, and Megan is just a foil. She submitted her identity certificate to the camp guard and accepted the other person's gaze.
The entire Balaklea camp was full of men, so the sudden appearance of a pretty girl was really eye-catching.
Megan has long been accustomed to being stared at. She responded calmly and calmly, and even did not forget to say thank you to the camp guard who was accompanying her.
The little foreign girl's smile was sweet and cute. The guard facing her felt that half of his soul was suddenly lost and he was fascinated. She even asked casually: "Is there anyone else here?"
The guard was smiling at Megan. He was stunned when he heard this, opened and closed his mouth, and continued to laugh twice.