PNB Chapter 900 The Great Chief didn't lie to us!
Chapter 900 The Great Chief didn't lie to us!
When that aerospace transport plane, which had no external markings but could easily break the sound barrier, landed almost silently at a secret military airfield in the western suburbs of the capital.
Castro, Guevara, Allende, and several other South American revolutionary leaders, covered in gunpowder and bearing the weariness of their long journey, were still reeling from the shock.
Everything they saw was constantly challenging their nerves, which had long been hardened to the point of being as tough as iron by guerrilla warfare and jungle life.
The airport was not the bustling scene of countless ground staff that they had imagined.
Only rows of uniquely shaped, ant-sized unmanned robots, flashing blue indicator lights, were operating efficiently and methodically, carrying out aircraft guidance, maintenance, and resupply work.
It was a somewhat unfamiliar vision of the future, so efficient it was almost chilling.
To their surprise, the person who came to greet them was none other than the very person they had wanted to see most on this trip, yet whom they felt was impossible to meet so soon given their status—President Lu.
This legendary figure is like a pillar of strength in China and even in the world of the Red Front.
At this moment, however, he showed no airs whatsoever.
He was wearing a simple gray Zhongshan suit that was almost faded from washing.
His face wore a gentle smile, as warm as a spring breeze, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
He extended his hand and warmly shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with everyone in fluent Spanish.
Ask them if they were tired from their journey and if their bodies were adapted to the local climate.
It didn't feel like I was meeting some foreign dignitary.
It's more like a kind elder welcoming his younger generation who have been wandering for a long time and are finally returning home.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries...
Mr. Lu smiled and gestured for them to proceed, leading them to a row of black SUVs that were already waiting beside the tarmac.
"Comrades, you must be tired from your journey. Now, I will accompany you to our reception room."
Sitting inside this new electric large SUV, which is touted as "domestic-made in China".
Castro's eyes, which were always full of shrewdness and wisdom, now revealed a rare hint of undisguised curiosity.
Because this car is just too... ahead of its time.
Its appearance features smooth lines that are also full of muscularity.
The car's paint, so black it seemed to absorb all light, barely reflected any light under the bright airport lights.
It has no traditional rearview mirrors, nor any extra sharp edges.
When the heavy, automatically closing door closed silently, the entire carriage was instantly and completely isolated from the noisy outside world.
The interior space of the carriage is even more astonishingly large.
The leather seats, made of an unknown material, are as comfortable as sitting on your own sofa.
In front of them, a single ultra-high-definition holographic touchscreen extends from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, replacing all traditional physical buttons.
Castro even discovered that the car had no driver at all.
Sitting at the very front was an officer who looked like a secretary.
He simply tapped a few times on that huge screen.
Then, this massive vehicle, weighing several tons, silently glided off the tarmac like a ghost.
Throughout the entire process, there was not a single vibration or noise from the internal combustion engine.
Che Guevara, this idealistic warrior with a will as hard as steel, couldn't help but reach out and curiously stroke the cool, smooth touchscreen in front of him.
His eyes, which were always filled with melancholy and contemplation, were now brimming with intense curiosity and bewilderment.
Finally, unable to resist, he asked in a tentative tone to President Lu, who was watching them with a smile.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister... please forgive my intrusion."
"Are these cars really all...made in your country?"
He asked very carefully and tactfully.
Because, in his mind, even the United States, which claims to have the world's top industrial capabilities, could not possibly manufacture such an exquisite and futuristic car.
This thing looks like it was straight out of one of those Hollywood sci-fi movies.
"Hehe, Comrade Guevara, you're too kind."
"Call me President Lu, or Lao Lu, either is fine."
Mr. Lu smiled and waved his hand, his friendly attitude instantly easing the somewhat tense atmosphere in the car.
"As for this car,"
He pointed to the futuristic interior around him, a hint of pride on his face.
"It was indeed completely independently developed and produced by our Dragon Kingdom."
"Its name is 'Hongqi-Wendao'. It is our latest generation of civilian-grade, long-range intelligent electric vehicles."
"Electric?" Allende, the always-gentlemanly doctor-politician, asked with some surprise, "Is it battery-powered? And what about its range..."
"There's no need to worry about that, because it uses our latest generation of graphene solid-state batteries."
"That's what Mr. Lu explained."
"A full charge can probably take you... well, about two thousand kilometers under normal city driving conditions."
"Of course, if it's a long-distance highway trip, it might be less."
"Two...two thousand kilometers?!"
This number caused all the South American revolutionaries in the carriage to gasp in shock.
Two thousand kilometers!
That's enough to drive all the way from the east coast of Cuba to the west coast and back!
And this is just a civilian-grade electric car?
Seeing the utterly shocked expressions on everyone's faces, President Lu smiled.
He gave an order to the young officer in the front row.
"Xiao Wang, open the roof."
"Let our guests enjoy the night view of our capital city."
"Yes."
With a soft command, the huge sunroof on the roof of the vehicle slowly slid back open in a silent mechanical transmission.
Then, the entire roof was quietly tucked into the vehicle's trunk.
A huge SUV with a futuristic design was transformed into a luxurious convertible sightseeing vehicle with a wide field of vision in just a dozen seconds.
And when the magnificent and dazzling night view of the Dragon Kingdom's capital was displayed like a scroll before these revolutionaries who had just emerged from the war-torn rainforest,
Their breaths were once again seized.
There were no dilapidated houses and muddy dirt roads as they had imagined.
Nor was there the oppressive and chilling gray steel forest that they remembered as belonging to the capital of another red superpower.
What came into their view were wide, brightly lit asphalt roads with twelve lanes each.
On the road, countless smart electric vehicles, each with a unique design and flashing colorful lights, like the ones they were riding in, shuttled back and forth quietly and orderly, just like a flowing river of light.
On both sides of the road stand towering skyscrapers that reach into the clouds, their designs full of modern aesthetics.
On the building's glass curtain wall, an outrageously clear holographic advertisement is playing.
Several maglev tracks, wider than the roads on the ground and emitting a deep blue light, coil and intertwine above the city like giant dragons.
A series of white maglev trains, resembling bullets, are silently speeding past on the tracks at an almost instantaneous speed.
The entire city was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The dazzling neon lights dyed the entire night sky with a mesmerizing array of colors.
What shocked them the most were the people walking on the streets.
Their faces showed no trace of numbness or sorrow caused by poverty, war, or oppression.
Everyone's face radiated a confident and composed smile, filled with happiness and hope for the future.
This is not New York, not London, not Paris.
This is a place that truly belongs to the people, a place where technological development and the happiness of the people are perfectly integrated...
The Crimson Ideal City!
President Lu stood up, one hand behind his back, the other pointing to the bustling scene before him, a sight that would leave anyone who saw it for the first time mesmerized.
With a tone full of pride and emotion, he began to introduce this newly born city to these comrades who had come from afar.
"See those tracks in the air? That's our newly built 'Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei Integration' ultra-high-speed maglev transportation network."
"From here to our other important coastal city, Tianjin, it's a 120-kilometer journey that only takes 15 minutes."
"And over there,"
He pointed to a huge building in the distance that spiraled upwards, as if it were about to pierce the clouds.
"That's the 'vertical ecological tower' of our National Academy of Environmental Sciences."
"Inside, we simulated various different ecological environments, from tropical rainforests to alpine tundras."
"Our children can learn about all life forms on our planet directly without having to travel far."
"As for the city beneath our feet, it is itself a giant intelligent life form."
"Its transportation, its energy, its water supply, its security... everything is optimized and rationally coordinated by our 'Nuwa' city brain."
"So you will never see traffic jams and huge energy waste like in New York or London here."
As General Manager Lu introduced the topic, Guevara and Allende listened with rapt attention.
Their gazes gradually shifted from initial shock to a profound sense of awe at the realization of their ideal world.
Some of the young guerrillas who followed them, also from impoverished backgrounds, couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.
This is their ultimate dream, which they yearn for yet feel may never be realized, in the dark jungle, amidst gunfire, after every battle and sacrifice...
Meanwhile, Castro, standing to the side, was already trembling with excitement.
He looked at the scene before him, a prosperous sight he had only dared to imagine in his dreams.
He then turned to look at the faces of his comrades beside him, who were equally shocked.
His eyes, which were always full of wisdom and strength, were now brimming with tears.
He grabbed President Lu's hand tightly, his voice choked with emotion.
"I...I knew it...I knew it!"
"I knew it! The Great Chief wouldn't lie to us!"
"I knew it! Professor Mark's ideals weren't just empty words!"
"We, the proletariat of the world, will one day succeed!"
"Look! Look!"
He pointed to the magnificent city before him, which seemed to be burning with red flames, and shouted loudly to Guevara and the others behind him.
"This place! The capital! Isn't it the best example?!"
His words were like a torch, instantly igniting the long-simmering fire in everyone's hearts in the carriage.
I don't know who started it first.
"Arise, ye prisoners of hunger and cold! Arise, ye wretched of the earth!"
The melody, brimming with a spirit of resistance, began to slowly resonate throughout the carriage.
Followed by.
The second person, the third person...
Finally, everyone stood up.
These were revolutionaries from different countries, speaking different languages, but sharing the same beliefs.
On this open-top sightseeing bus traveling through the red ideal city, on this land that is both unfamiliar and incredibly familiar.
Bathed in the glow of countless lights illuminating the new era, they sang in unison the common battle song of the world's proletariat.
"...The Internationale must be realized!"
Their songs were accompanied by their tears.
The echoes reverberate beneath the bustling night sky of the capital.
……
Soon, the vehicle slowly drove away from the main urban area, which was full of the warmth and life of everyday life.
Finally, it stopped at the entrance of a huge, heavily guarded, ancient and solemn courtyard.
Looking at this group of international friends, still immersed in immense excitement and emotion, singing and shedding tears.
President Lu clapped his hands with a smile.
"Gentlemen," he said, "comrades who have come from afar, we have arrived at our destination."
"Please get out of the car."
"Great Chief, he is already inside, waiting for you for a long time."