Chapter 145: “They’ll call it a civil war. But it will be Europe’s first bloodletting.”

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Chapter 145: “They’ll call it a civil war. But it will be Europe’s first bloodletting.”London. Foreign Office The room was tense. Sir Robert Vansittart stood at the head of the polished oak table, fingers drumming against a dossier titled. "Spain: Internal Collapse Imminent?" Around him sat senior members of the Foreign Office, military observers, and members of the Admiralty. A junior official read aloud from a briefing note. "As of today, civil unrest in Spain has reached critical thresholds. Reports from Valencia, Zaragoza, and Seville all indicate widespread violence. The Falange has rearmed underground. The Popular Front government is paralyzed." Sir Anthony Eden spoke next, voice measured. "Gentlemen, we must ask the fundamental question. If Spain descends into civil war... where do we stand?" One admiral replied sharply, "It’s not just Spain. It’s Bolshevism versus Fascism, sir." Vansittart nodded. "That’s precisely the point. If Spain fractures, Europe fractures with it." "Should we not issue a formal position?" Eden’s eyes flicked to the telegram in his hands. "Not yet. The Cabinet fears entanglement. The official line is ’neutrality.’ But I warn you this is not a local matter. If Spain burns, the flame will spread." There was silence, and then another voice quiet "Gentlemen," said Vansittart "This is not a civil war. It’s a test." Berlin. Reich Chancellery Adolf Hitler leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. Before him stood Joachim von Ribbentrop and Hermann Göring. "Spain," Hitler said slowly, "is where the weak European democracies will show their belly." Ribbentrop nodded. "The Popular Front cannot hold. The Church is under siege. The generals are waiting." "And the communists," Göring added, "are gaining discipline. They’ll turn Barcelona into Moscow on the Mediterranean." Hitler stood and approached the large map of Europe on the far wall. His finger hovered over Spain. "We must watch closely. If the generals act, we will support them but quietly. No declarations. No speeches. Just steel and air." Ribbentrop asked, "And Mussolini?" Hitler smiled. "He’ll come around. He fears the reds more than he loves his own soldiers." "And the French?" Hitler’s eyes narrowed. seaʀᴄh thё NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "They’re next." Rome Palazzo Venezia Benito Mussolini’s face twitched as he read the wire from Madrid. "Street violence escalating. Falangist operatives active. Catholic churches burned. Military commanders in contact." He looked up at Ciano. "The Spanish disease is spreading." Ciano remained still. "The generals are moving. Mola is organizing. Franco is listening. But it’s not formal yet." Mussolini poured himself a drink. "We cannot afford a Communist Spain. It would be a Bolshevik dagger at the heart of Catholic Europe." "And if Germany backs the coup?" Ciano asked. "Then so shall we," Mussolini said grimly. "I will not let Hitler steal the crusade." He sipped, then added, "But not yet. Let Spain break first." Washington ca White House President Franklin D. Roosevelt leaned against the Oval Office window, listening as Secretary of State Cordell Hull finished the latest State Department report. "The Spanish Republic is crumbling, Mr. President. Extremists from both ends are sharpening their knives. If a war starts, it won’t stay Spanish." Roosevelt turned slowly. "And what do the Republicans say?" "They want no part. Isolationism is gaining ground, sir. No appetite for another European mess." "And yet," Roosevelt said, "we’re watching the 20th century die in its crib." Hull nodded. "So what do we do?" Roosevelt’s gaze returned to the horizon. "Pray they survive themselves. And prepare... in case they don’t." Moscow Kremlin Stalin lit a cigarette slowly, watching smoke rise toward the ceiling. Yagoda stood beside him, flanked by Kaganovich and Voroshilov. "Spain is breaking," Yagoda said flatly. Stalin grunted. "They always do." "The generals are readying a coup. Fascists on one side, priests in the middle, and the republic split like an overripe melon." Stalin exhaled. "And the French?" "Still arguing. The Popular Front there may follow them into chaos." Stalin turned to Voroshilov. "Begin planning routes. Volunteers. Ammunition. Air logistics. Quietly." Voroshilov nodded. "And Comintern?" Stalin asked Yagoda. "We’ve already issued alerts to Paris and Prague cells." "Good," Stalin murmured. "If the fascists make Spain their battlefield, so shall we." Tokyo Army General Staff General Kanji Ishiwara examined the situation map. "We remain uninvolved in Europe," he said, "but the internal war in Spain could shift French resolve." "Agreed," said General Tojo. "If France commits resources there, they weaken their Pacific posture." Ishiwara’s finger landed on Indochina. "Opportunity. If Europe fractures, the West looks away from Asia." "And the Soviets?" Ishiwara’s expression hardened. "If they bleed in Spain, they bleed less in Manchuria." Paris Ministry of War The situation room in Vincennes was full of smoke and tension. Generals, ministers, and party officials sat around a long table. On the wall, pinned and red-stringed, was a growing map of Spain. General Gamelin spoke first. "If the generals move, it’ll be within weeks. Mola, Sanjurjo, Franco all circling like vultures. The Republic cannot hold if it’s caught by surprise." The Minister of the Navy added, "Marseille could become a refugee port overnight. And if Italy intervenes..." "They will," interrupted de Gaulle from the far end. "Rome will not allow a leftist state on its doorstep." All eyes turned as Major Étienne Moreau stood. He was in uniform, PAP field reports tucked under one arm. "Gentlemen," Moreau said, voice calm but sharp. "We’ve built readiness. We’ve trained new doctrines. And now we are watching Europe slide into a deeper war through the Spanish gate." The Minister of War asked, "You propose intervention?" "I propose vigilance," Moreau replied. "Intelligence support. Supplies. Airfields for emergency deployment. And yes, if the time comes armed aid." "But Blum cannot commit us without shattering his coalition," one general warned. "And if we do nothing," Moreau said, "we will watch Spain fall, France quiver, and Germany test its weapons on Spanish soil." De Gaulle spoke next. "We must not fight Spain’s war. But we must be prepared for what comes out of it." The room went silent. The Minister nodded slowly. "Then we prepare. Quietly." Moreau looked down at the map of Spain, traced the mountains with a finger. "They’ll call it a civil war. But it will be Europe’s first bloodletting."

Chapter 145: “They’ll call it a civil war. But it will be Europe’s first bloodletting.”

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