During the Cold War, both the United States and the Soviet Union produced'oversaturated' 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 parties. So starting in the 1970s, the two sides held consultations on nuclear disarmament.
In 1987, the United States and the Soviet Union entered into a "Intermediate-Range-Range Treaty," which stipulated that both sides would destroy ballistic missiles with a range of 500 to 5500 kilometers.
In essence, neither side wants to fight a nuclear war, so it compromises. However, various treaties are easy to sign, but difficult to implement.
One depends on the fighting methods of the two sides' intelligence systems. Before verification, it is necessary to clarify the size and location of the other party's nuclear plant, nuclear vehicle, and nuclear arsenal.
Second, we must send inspectors to each other’s sites to make on-site confirmations to ensure basic mutual trust. But it is the inherent distrust that has led the United States and the Soviet Union to often accuse the other party of violating the treaty.
Megan, the little girl, is an employee of DOD in the United States. The superiors didn't know what news he had received, and felt that she was too idle, so he threw her to Ermao's house to be a nuclear arsenal verification security officer.
The engine of the Mi-8 helicopter rumbling overhead, Megan wearing an in-flight communication helmet, looking down from the cabin window.
From Moscow to Kiev, and then from Kiev to Kharkov. The vast plains are endless.
During World War II, the Soviet and German sides fought a series of important battles in Kharkov. The flat terrain here is suitable for armored forces to launch an impact.
The T-34 tank was beaten by the'tiger' here, and the German power reached its peak here.
In the decades that followed, Mao Zi could still find weapons and equipment that were abandoned in a mud pond or sparse woods in the plain from time to time.
Everything from guns and ammunition to armored vehicles.
Looking down from the Mi-8, the ground of the Barakleya camp is a pile of weapons and ammunition in the open air. Under the wind and rain, the wooden ammunition boxes were a bit rotten, exposing the shells encapsulated in them.
Like Zhou Qingfeng, Megan can't understand who is so courageous
Sitting next to him, Daniel saw her face full of doubts and smiled: "The production department only cares about production, and the transportation department only cares about transportation.
The materials arrived at the receiving department, but found that there was not enough storage capacity, so they had to pile up at will. In fact, management is out of touch.
Open-air piles of ammunition are still relatively rare. But if you have been to a transportation station in Moscow, you will often find that the vegetables and fruits that are lacking in the market are piled up like a mountain in the warehouse of the station, which can only be mildew**.
Twenty to thirty percent of crops in this country are lost in the field or in storage, but they never care. Because these losses do not exist in the report.
The same is true for these ammunition. They are on the report, but in fact, only God knows what is going on. "
Daniel said with a grin, but Megan narrowed his mouth. The little foreign girl was sent as a security officer, just like being exiled. This is a chore.
The U.S. inspection team she belongs to is also shouldering 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 of 1992, that is, a few months later, Er Mao began to gradually transfer the nuclear warheads in his hands to Da Mao.
The brothers had a good relationship at the time.
By 1994, Er Mao, under the'persuasion' of the US, announced that it would eliminate all nuclear warheads at its disposal, blow up all silos, and dismember all long-range missiles.
Mao Xiong struggled for decades, and the nuclear arsenal built up with hundreds of millions of dollars and infinite manpower was dismantled.
When the Mi-8 landed, Megan followed a US inspection team of more than ten people. The Soviet party 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.
On the other end, Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Keshi, who were still studying the thick tube in front of the T-80, were not treated well either. A while ago, they were still guests of General Chechevatov.
In the blink of an eye, several armed soldiers with guns ordered them to leave immediately, even pushing and shoving, for fear that they would be seen after a few seconds.
This time Zhou Qingfeng was very obedient and followed the soldiers in the camp obediently. He winked at Marcos at best.
The latter took out a pack of'camel' cigarettes from his pocket and asked the escorted soldier: "Hey, brother, what happened? There is no need to panic like that."
At first, the escorted soldiers bluffed, their muzzles shook, and they refused to corrode outsiders. But after walking a distance, without the officers staring, they naturally took the cigarette in Marcos's hand and smoked one beautifully.
Turn on the lighter and spray the cigarette outwards, escorting the soldiers themselves. Zhou Qingfeng followed them casually sitting on a pile of ammunition boxes, swallowing clouds and fog.
For people with monotonous and difficult lives, nothing can soothe their spirits better than tobacco and alcohol. Maozi’s reputation for alcoholism is known all over the world. This is not only because of the cold winter, but also because of the distress of the heart.
"What happened?" Marco asked again. He had the face of a Slav, and it was easier to deal with ordinary soldiers than Zhou Qingfeng.
The escorted soldiers sat lazily and said casually in a few words: "The American inspectors are here. They are going to pass the road just now."
"Check what?"
"We have nuclear warheads here."
"Oh my god, there is a nuclear warhead here? Where is it? Is it dangerous?" Marco screamed deliberately in fear, looking around in panic.
The escorted soldiers had no military manners and morale. Seeing Marcos's appearance, he laughed loudly. Someone said nonchalantly: "Our arsenal is divided into two levels, the surface and the underground. The nuclear warhead is in the underground warehouse."
"Underground?" Marco stared at the turf under his feet, stomped, and continued to ask: "What is an underground warehouse like?"
The soldiers refused to say so, just smoking.
Zhou Qingfeng interjected, "What does this have to do with us?"
"The colonel said that the Americans should not be allowed to see you." A soldier turned his head to look at Zhou Qingfeng, "We have a very high security level here, and outsiders should not come in."
Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Keshi looked at each other, and the latter yelled to the soldiers knowingly: "Don't worry, brother, we are businessmen and don't cause trouble. There are some good liquors in my car. Would you like to have some good liquor? ?"
When it comes to'wine', several soldiers are excited. They sent two people to take Marcos to find a drink. The two left behind to stare at Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng leaned lazily on an ammunition box, looking very well-behaved. But the seven little fairies who followed him have long been separated, collecting information inside and outside the arsenal.
The imaginary Sophia even dived underground, trying to pass through the thick soil, looking for a hidden warehouse.
At this moment, Megan, as the US inspector, has just walked into the gate of the Barakleya camp.
Compared to the sluggishness that Zhou Qingfeng had seen when he came, the camp area was densely covered with power grids, and the sentries were neatly organized. It was a scene of tight security.
The verification team is mainly composed of professional nuclear physics experts, and Megan is just a foil. She submitted her identity certificate to the guards in the camp and accepted the other side's eyes.
The entire Barakleya camp is full of men, and the sudden appearance of a beautiful chick is really eye-catching.
Megan has long been accustomed to being watched by people. She responded calmly and did not even forget to say thank you to the camp guard who was in charge.
Xiao Yang Niu's smile is sweet and lovely, and the guard facing her feels that she has lost half of her three souls and six souls, and she is fascinated. She even asked inadvertently: "Are there anyone else here?"
The guard was laughing at Megan, he was taken aback when he heard the words, opened his mouth and closed his mouth, only continued to laugh twice.
Megan's expression was overcast on the spot.