"Your Excellency, this was indeed a tremendous problem. The entire Atlantic East was under the control of the German Navy, meaning that American aid to us could only be shipped across the Pacific Ocean to Vladivostok. And the Siberian Railway's transport capacity was extremely limited, so our front lines could not receive these war supplies in time." Molotov nodded.
This was undoubtedly a matter that left Buru deeply conflicted. War supplies were piled up like mountains at the port of Vladivostok, yet the front lines had already fallen into a shortage of every kind of military material. Moreover, as time passed, the gap in those supplies would only grow wider.
"Secretary of State, we hope your country can transport more supplies to Murmansk via the North Atlantic route. German defenses near Greenland and Iceland are not particularly tight. Ships should be able to get through." Molotov said.
Hull shook his head. "That is far too dangerous. The danger comes not only from German naval vessels, but also from the icebergs along the route. If we transport war supplies to your country by that route, the losses will be enormous."
Molotov fell silent. He had not been surprised that the Americans would reject that route. It was indeed an exceedingly dangerous passage. But Buru was truly in desperate need of support now.
"Your Excellency, rather than transport supplies to your country through such a dangerous route, it would be better to further tap the transport capacity of the Siberian Railway. That might produce more noticeable results." Minister Woodring suggested.
"We will find a way. At present, nearly every train running on the Siberian Railway is loaded with war supplies shipped from Vladivostok." Molotov said.
"Perhaps we can transport war supplies to Buru through the Arctic Ocean route. Although the Arctic Ocean