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    On the evening of November 1, 11 o'clock Tokyo time, Japan.  MacArthur was wearing a faded khaki military uniform in his apartment that had been converted from the former U.S. Embassy in Japan.  The gloomy conference room.  There was a blazing fire in the huge fireplace, and the room was as warm as spring. He was sitting near the fireplace on the daybed, smoking the famous corn stalk pipe, and caressing the love lying at his feet easily.  dog.  At 65 years old, he is already standing on the doorstep of the greatest achievement in his life.  Nearly all other soldiers his age had long since retired, and his life of drama and adventure seemed to be reaching new heights.  He felt extremely proud of himself. "Ding, ring, ring" A rapid ringing of the phone broke the tranquility in the room.  He casually picked up the phone next to the sofa. The officer on duty at the Joint Security Command reported: The US Task Force 77 and the Escort Blockade Fleet in the East and West Bays of North Korea were attacked by unknown forces an hour ago. The situation is very critical.  , In addition, I was at Suwon Airport and Gimpo Airport in southern North Korea "Enough, what are you talking about?" Mike said angrily. Then he hung up the phone. But the number of the officer on duty at the headquarters was  He called back immediately, "General, something big has really happened in North Korea that shocked the world. You'd better come to Tokyo Dai-ichi Building now. There are many things here. You must handle them personally." MacArthur put down the phone and immediately got dressed.  But he didn't feel nervous at all, nothing to be alarmed about.  Everything was under his control. He drove to his simple office in Tokyo's Daiichi Building. He took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, took out a match from his trouser pocket, and was about to light a few.  The staff officer on duty rushed in regardless of the obstruction of the office secretary. Everyone handed the confidential folders in their hands to him. They shouted loudly, "General, urgent message from the Navy!" "Urgent message from Lieutenant General Walker, commander of the Eighth Army." "This is the Air Force.  Urgent, the report said that North Korea" "Emergency from President Lee of South Korea" Various urgent urgent cries of urgent.  It irritated Emperor Mike's eardrums and made his head feel big. These confidential personnel from various departments were anxiously waiting for him to sign for it to prove that the urgent items were in their hands without delay for even a minute.  The majesty of the Japanese Emperor Mike has reached its peak, and his temper is even worse. Normally, no one would dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.  With a "pop" sound, he pulled the matchbox in his hand on the desk, "You all get out of here! Then come in one by one." MacArthur yelled angrily.  He first took the telegram from the officer on duty who called him, looked at it quickly, closed the document, and said to the officer: "Jack, do you think this is possible?" "General, I didn't believe it at first, but  I have personally verified it through several departments. The situation is true," the officer named Jack replied cautiously.  "Okay, Jack, you go out and collect all those pieces." He took the registration form and quickly signed his name and time. Then he picked up the thick stack of telegrams in front of him and read them quickly.  Wait He was completely stunned by the content of the telegram. Five aircraft carriers. Two airports. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese launched an all-out attack from the east, south, and north directions And  All of this was carried out at the same time. What a big move it was. I didn't know anything about it in advance. I didn't have the slightest awareness. How could this be possible?  His first feeling was that if all this was true, then he was completely finished. His reputation was ruined. He failed. He was a complete failure. He didn't even have the capital to recover.  Not only did China send troops, the Soviet Union also took action.  And the two fit together so perfectly.  He thought of his meeting with Truman on that small coral island in the Pacific.  Recalling all the slights and disrespect he had towards the president, he thought of bureaucrats like Truman, Secretary of the Army Pace, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Bradley, representing the National Security Council, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the CIA.  and the National Security Agency. Explain to him what risks the United States would face if China or the Soviet Union entered a war.  Although President Truman and his bureaucracy were as headstrong as he was, they did not heed China's warnings.  But among the people on Wake Island at that time, no one said anything. He was the only one who said that China and the Soviet Union were not a concern.  and promised to end the war by the end of this year.  He did not hesitate to take the biggest risk of this century, crossing the 38th parallel, and now he has been proven wrong.  And it couldn't have been more wrong; he thought of Miss Anderson hiding behind the door, recording it all.  Her record was like a time bomb, putting all the responsibility for the failure of the Korean War on herself.  Ruin your own reputation into disgrace.  Damn it! Truman is such a despicable bunch of politicians.  After MacArthur read these telegrams, he was almost desperate. He could not get rid of the feeling of wavering and failure.MacArthur couldn't figure out where so many volunteer troops came from. It seemed like magic soldiers fell from the sky.  He was even more confused as to what could destroy two aircraft carrier fleets and blow up two airports in such a short period of time.  Faced with this unprecedented heavy blow and the sudden and violent counterattack by the volunteers, MacArthur was stunned, completely stunned.  His sweet dream suddenly turned into a nightmare. Now it was no longer a question of how he could annihilate the North Korean People's Army and reach the Yalu River, but how his troops could escape from the siege of the Volunteer Army and avoid being annihilated.  Problem.  At this time, MacArthur was no longer what he was before. Like an eggplant beaten by frost, he had fallen from the peak of optimism to the abyss of depression. He had gone from being confident and confident of victory to panic.  He reported to Washington in horror what happened on the Korean Peninsula that night.  Words: He encountered a new, powerful, mysterious enemy.  On the one hand, the Eighth Army of Walker in the West was ordered to quickly break away from the Chinese and retreat south of the 38th parallel with all its strength.  At the same time, the U.S. Tenth Army in Almond in the east was ordered to quickly retreat to the Wonsan line with the troops that had landed.  If there was no landing, the landing operation at Wonsan was stopped and withdrawn from the sea to Incheon and Pusan ??to stand by.  He even considered retreating all the way to Busan.  Withdrew from North Korea.  Mike, who stayed up all night, kept receiving the latest reports from the front. Tokchon was occupied by the Chinese, and the Seventh South Korean Division was wiped out. Sunchuan was occupied by the Chinese, Suchuan was occupied by the Chinese, and Heecheon was occupied by the Chinese.  Occupied by the Chinese, most of the Eighth Division of South Korea was annihilated It was over! The entire south Korean retreat channel of the Eighth Army was occupied by the Chinese. The next morning, he was mentally exhausted and was in his office.  Met with Colonel Pierre, the captain who escaped from the escort aircraft carrier "Sicily".  Listened to the entire attack on the "Sicily".  When this fifty-year-old colonel, with a somewhat swollen body and a gauze bandage on his head, was exhausted due to physical exhaustion and constant nervousness.  When he staggered into the office, no one would have imagined how agile he was during the abseil last night.  MacArthur saw Pierre's desperate eyes and depressed mood.  Pierre sat on the leather sofa and picked up a cigarette with trembling hands.  I struck three matches before lighting the trembling cigarette with my trembling hands.  Then he inhaled the cigarette into his lungs with a hiss like a drug addict.  "It's terrible, it's like a nightmare." Pierre slowly calmed down and said with lingering fear. Then he told what happened at that time: "It was a calm night, the weather was clear, and we took back the last one  As usual, everyone had finished their work for the day and it was half an hour before going to bed. I handed the ship over to Lieutenant Colonel Jackson, the deputy captain on the night shift, and I was in my cabin, taking a shower and getting ready.  Sleeping. At this time, I heard a loud noise from the stern of the "Sicily", and I hurriedly rushed out with a blanket on my back. Lieutenant Lecent, who was in charge of the damage control duty that night, told me that we had been attacked by a submarine.  . A torpedo exploded more than thirty meters behind the ship, causing no substantial damage. At this moment, there was another explosion at the bow. This time my head was hit hard on the ship island.  We were not so lucky. The torpedo hit the bow of our ship. The water quickly poured into the forward cabin. Soon I felt that the entire stern of the "Sicily" was tilted up. I had a premonition that the ship was in trouble.  The plane that was parked on the deck and had no time to be fixed slowly slid towards the sea. I climbed up from the deck and shouted loudly: I am the captain, Colonel Pierre, and I order the entire crew of the "Sicily" to abandon it immediately.  The ship quickly left the "Sicily". At this time, another torpedo hit the middle of the "Sicily" and I was thrown on the deck again. The ship was completely hopeless.  Normal training, quickly abandon the ship." Pierre closed his eyes in pain and shuddered, as if he was back in the cold water and saw the searchlight coming to rescue the ship.  Under the light.  Sights of naval aviation personnel struggling to their death and corpses floating silently in the icy sea were everywhere.  He slowly opened his eyes and said: "The Sicily sank 30 minutes after the attack. Only more than 300 officers and soldiers of the Sicily were able to escape. This is thanks to my wise, decisive and timely order to abandon the ship, otherwise  " MacArthur was not interested in hearing him show off his merits here. He interrupted Colonel Pierre and asked: "How are you sure it was a torpedo from a submarine that attacked you?" Pierre touched the hair wrapped around his head.  Shabu said: "I'm not sure. But from the signs, it should be a submarine. First of all, judging from the energy of each explosive device, it is at least more than 1 ton. What aircraft can carry such a large bomb?  ? Flying over us and not being discovered by us? In fact, our shipboard radar did not detect any unidentified aircraft. Not only did we not find it, but neither did the nearby cruiser and the "Philippines" aircraft carrier.  Hear the sound of the aircraft's engine. Secondly: the trajectory of bombs dropped from the air is from top to bottom, and they should fall on the deck, not below the waterline.A bottom-up attack.  The accuracy of air delivery cannot be as high as 2/3.  Again: there are no enemy surface ships or aircraft within 40 kilometers around us.  So based on the elimination method, I think it can only be a close-range attack by the new submarines of the Chinese and Soviets.  Do the Chinese still have submarines? So they can only be Soviet submarines." MacArthur felt that what he said made sense. This must be first-hand information from the person involved. "Ok, you can write a report and I will send you a report.  report to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  Tell your surviving crew members to write down everything they know.  But tell them to keep their mouths shut about what happened last night if they don't want to be prosecuted for leaking top state secrets.  You can go back.  "As he spoke, he took out a Silver Star Medal from the drawer and pinned it on Colonel Pierre's chest. Then he asked his secretary to report all this to the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Pierre walked out of Tokyo Daiichi Building and picked up the medal.  I took off the medal and threw it into the trash can on the street.
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