sjar Chapter 1148 This is just a piece of junk, who would want it?
Chapter 1148 This is just a piece of junk, who would want it?
Two slightly overweight people huddled together, staring intently at the small table.
After reading the contents, the two looked up at the same time, and in each other's eyes, they both saw an expression of "I see" or "that's how it is."
"We absolutely cannot let this succeed. If it does, we will be caught in a two-front war, and those unscrupulous people in the mountain city might very well turn their guns on us and join us in our cooperation."
The Defense Minister slammed his fist on the table, making a resounding thud.
Vedyev trembled as he pulled out a cigarette and then a match.
After striking the match five or six times, he finally lit it and lit his cigarette.
The pungent smell of tobacco also aroused the Defense Minister's nicotine craving, and he sat down in his chair with a cigarette, his eyes vacant.
After finishing a cigarette, the whole room smelled of tobacco. The Foreign Minister, who doesn't smoke, had no choice but to come to the window and open it halfway through the cigarette.
“Actually, we can cooperate with them.” Vedyev spat and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
It's not that he lacked manners, but the news was so shocking that he couldn't handle it.
"Shut up." The Defense Minister almost grabbed the ashtray that the commentator was talking about and smashed it over his head. How dare he say such a thing?
The Foreign Minister was startled and glanced towards the doorway.
Fortunately, the door was closed, and the wind was strong today, with howling cold winds outside, which drowned out the sounds of conversation. Otherwise, based on Vedyev's words alone, they would have been in deep trouble.
The internal security guards might make you go and have a heart-to-heart talk with them. And then, they might just kill you off.
"You can't say things like this outside anymore. The Empire has always been pursuing and promoting the idea of fighting to the death against any enemy who dares to occupy our territory, and cooperating with the Japanese army. Unless we can completely resolve the problems of the previous dynasty, otherwise..."
The Defense Minister rubbed his temples and let out a sigh of relief; "Otherwise, those people might use this to win people's hearts."
Vedyev, furious at the thought of the previous dynasty's problems, slammed his fist on the table. "I really don't understand. After so many years of peace and quiet, why did these remnants suddenly jump out?"
He spread his hands in disbelief; 'And it jumped out from multiple directions.'
They are found in the Far East, in Western Europe, and even in Siberia and the Urals.
Could it be that the indiscriminate purge of that year left behind some hidden dangers?
"Truth and falsehood are intertwined. How many of them are genuine remnants, and how many are peripheral forces? We have no choice but to act, but we must know one thing: we cannot and dare not cooperate with them, and Shancheng."
Damn, these guys are really daring.
They've used this method to extract considerable benefits from the empire in the past. And this time, who knows how outrageous their demands will be.
"Please compile the documents and report to the Prime Minister as soon as possible. Also, you should contact the Minister of Commerce and the others to discuss whether we need to strengthen trade and material assistance to the mountain city, and provide them with the supplies they urgently need."
Vedyev looked up at the Minister of Defense and asked, "When did you become such a benevolent person?"
damn it.
This is because I wanted to do good deeds; there's nothing I could do about it.
"The mountain city is no longer the mountain city it once was. Their shamelessness and despicableness are the most shameless I have ever seen in my life. Just because we don't give it to them, does that mean they don't want it anymore?"
They'll all ask you to waive the formalities, so why not bring it up yourself and give them more supplies?
"I will contact the Minister of Commerce immediately." The Foreign Minister stood up; he didn't want to get involved in this pointless argument. He'd rather use that time to come up with a solution that would benefit both sides.
Kowloon, the Third Fleet Command. The withdrawal of a squadron has kept Hasegawa Kiyoshi quite busy lately. He needs to redefine the coastal defense and blockade. After a few days, his once clear and energetic eyes have become dull and lifeless.
After finally finishing discussions with several high-ranking military officers, he dragged his exhausted body back to his small villa in Kowloon.
Xiao Ya currently lives here as well.
Once inside, Hase Kiyoshi was choked by the smoke emanating from the room and coughed several times.
Inside the room, shrouded in mist and fog.
Xiao Ya, dressed in a black naval uniform, stood by the window looking into the distance.
What are you looking at?
He coughed twice, covering his mouth and nose, then walked over and glanced outside.
Good heavens, he actually discovered that Xiao Ya's gaze was fixed on the Fusang battleship docked in the direction of the port.
The battleship Fusō was just transferred from the Empire to deal with the remnants of the British Indian Ocean Fleet. It is replenishing its fresh water and supplies here today and will head to South Asia tonight.
"Hey hey..." Hasegawa Kiyoshi's heart skipped a beat, and he waved his hand twice in front of Xiao Ya.
Xiao Ya was taken aback, then realized that the cigarette in her hand was already half-burned. She threw the cigarette into the ashtray next to her. Chang Guqing opened the window a little to let the smell dissipate faster, then returned to the sofa next to her, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Don't look anymore, it's impossible for it to be yours."
"What?" Xiao Ya tilted her head and blinked. She didn't understand what Chang Guqing meant or what she was looking at.
Hasegawa Kiyoshi pointed to the towering bridge; "The battleship Fusō, while not exactly a symbol of the Empire, holds a special place in the hearts of the Empire's people. So, even if you look at it, this ship won't..."
Xiao Ya chuckled and pointed to the towering bridge in the distance; "Are you kidding me? My mountain city isn't a garbage dump."
Broken...broken?
These few words almost broke Hase Kiyoshi's defenses.
The empire's prized battleships were given a terrible rating in the eyes of the little aunt.
"Are you kidding me?" Hase Kiyoshi walked to the window and pointed to the Fusō in the distance; "Whether it's armor, speed, or firepower, it's top-notch. It can fire main gun shells from a very far distance, and it can even..."
Xiao Ya crossed her arms and waited for Hasegawa to finish speaking before slowly walking up to Hasegawa and looking into the distance. "With so many buildings, aren't you worried that the waves will just capsize them when they're big?"
Ah... this...
this problem.
Somewhat tricky.