This was a contest, and Zheng Yong continued to win.

When Lai Qi was angry and left angrily, a burst of applause broke out at the banquet. As for Zheng Yong, or because Lai Qi left, only God knew.

Apparently, Mansi had temporarily forgotten the German-Japanese alliance. She walked up to Zheng Yong slowly, looked at the Chinese general with infinite charm, and said:

"Mr. General, I finally know that you are not only an excellent military strategist, but also an outstanding orator. Please allow me to have a drink with you."

After drinking a drink with this beautiful and charming woman, Zheng Yong seemed a little tired. Mansi looked at the guests around him and took Zheng Yong to a room behind.

Seeing that Zheng Yong had no intention of refusing, Mansi obviously added confidence in her charm. She turned around and took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, poured two full glasses, handed a glass to Zheng Yong, and said in a charming way:

"It is really an honor to be able to know you. I know many men, but none of them can compare to you. You are wise, young, and full of charm. Obviously, it is the most honor to be your wife."

Zheng Yong was obviously a little intoxicated. He picked up the cup and took a big sip. Perhaps because he was anxious, his face turned red quickly.

Mancie also raised his glass and took a big sip of wine: "General, although I am just a woman, I am also full of anxiety and fear about war. I hate such wars.

Too many people have died, this should be cursed, Mr. General, so I also express sympathy for your country, according to your opinion, when will the war end, whether it is Europe or China?"

Zheng Yong pondered for a moment:

"I think it should be after the United States joined the war..."

"America? This is impossible."

Mansi was a little surprised: "This is a country that has never been willing to take the initiative to get involved in war. Although they are willing to provide loans or provide military supplies to allies, it is too difficult to get them to participate in the war directly."

"It was like this in the past, but it is not like this now." Speaking of this, Zheng Yong paused again as before.

"Mr. General, you always say halfway." Although Mancie was scolding, he didn't look angry at all: "Do you think a woman like me would pose to you?"

"No, no." Zheng Yong seemed very embarrassed. He seemed to have given up resisting in front of such a woman:

"I think the United States will definitely participate in the war and will pose a direct threat to Germany and Japan. This is what China and European countries are most happy to see..."

Mansi listened attentively, and seeing Zheng Yong paused again, she simply sat on the armrest of the sofa beside Zheng Yong. Her gentle eyes that dripped out of water could kill any man:

"What else? You must have something you haven't told me. There is nothing else, it's just a woman's exclusive curiosity."

Flashes of unique fragrance from women hit Zheng Yong's nose. In addition, under the stimulation of alcohol, Zheng Yong seemed a little drunk, and even his voice became slightly trembling:

"Madam, President Roosevelt and I have discussed some plans, some possible, but there is no conclusion. Mr. President was curious about certain things and asked in detail some questions about the Chinese battlefield.

You should know that the United States has now cut off its supply of supplies to Japan. What does this show? Is everything Japan does in the Far East not threatening the interests of the United States? Will the United States really remain indifferent?

No, I don't think so. Judging from the conversation with Mr. President, the United States has realized that the crisis is quietly approaching itself.

There is an old Chinese saying that takes action first and then takes action on others, which means that the person who takes action first will take advantage, especially on the battlefield. This sentence can better reflect its role.

Japan is now deeply trapped in the Chinese battlefield. If there is a powerful country now that can use force against it, I can fully imagine that Japan will end up with a sad end...

The interests of the Far East will be redistributed, of course this refers to the war ending in the way the United States needs, and this is also what China is most happy to see, Madam.

I can only tell you this, not that I don’t believe you, but that it is related to the secrets of the two countries. What’s more, I just guessed some things, and no text has been signed into an agreement.

That's everything I know, Madam."

Mansi was already very satisfied. Yes, the Chinese general told her almost everything, and she didn't expect herself to get the rest of the core content from the Chinese general.

This is a very valuable piece of intelligence, although it is not very useful to Germany.

However, as a friend of Japan, sharing of intelligence can allow allies to make judgments as early as possible and prepare for this.

As for myself, I will definitely be rewarded for getting such information.

Although the Chinese general is firm and smart, in front of a woman like himself, any man with a firm will be obediently raising his hands to surrender.

The Chinese general is just a new prisoner...

......

"That woman will soon pass the information and will let Japan know soon."

When he returned to his residence, Zheng Yong called Yixia immediately. The whiskey was really very bad. Zheng Yong controlled his emotions:

"We must try every means to make Japan believe that the United States will do its own thing and involve the United States as soon as possible. The things we discussed before, now you can implement them immediately."

Yixia nodded and said nothing.

Everything is a plan formulated by the commander-in-chief. Anyone in the war system, who is loyal to completing these plans without understanding why they are doing so.

Zheng Yong stretched and felt a little tired.

Tired, really tired.

Knowing that something will happen is not necessarily a good thing.

You must consider how to make these things happen smoothly, or even early. The United States is involved in war every day, which is a good thing for the Chinese battlefield.

A piece of clothing was put on Zheng Yong, and there was no need to look back. Zheng Yong knew that Chunni was coming. He held Chunni's hand with his backhand: "Is it a habit to live in the United States? You must be homesick?"

Chunni sat aside with her husband's hand and nodded silently.

I am really homesick. No matter how good the living environment in the United States is, it is not my own home. My own home, in the Northeast or China, will be back sooner or later.

"When I left the Northeast, I once said that I would definitely take my army back." As if seeing what my wife was thinking, Zheng Yong sighed softly:

"But now it seems that this promise cannot be fulfilled. The Northeast will definitely be recovered, but it may not be me who recovered it, and it may not be my army who will be rescinded back to my hometown."

Chunni gently held her husband's hand:

"It doesn't matter. Whether you call it back or not, as long as we can go home one day, I don't care who recovered the homeland.

You have a lot of things to do, and what you do is big things. We are here, so don’t worry about us. Here is Sister Ling Yi and her son with me."

Zheng Yong smiled slightly and looked at his wife:

"I'm going back to China soon. I guess you have to stay in the United States for a while, but I will try to let you go home as early as possible. If you encounter any more things, discuss with Ling Yi..."

It seemed that I was still not very relieved about my wife, and I thought for a while and said:

"Your personality is too kind, and some are not good things. When you encounter any situation, you have to be tough. Forget it, it will be difficult to change your personality."

After hesitating for a while, I still felt that some things should be said to my wife:

"Remember that German doctor?"

Seeing his wife nodding, Zheng Yong sighed:

"I received a letter from the doctor, believing that he had passed away at this time..."

Chunni was stunned, and then her eyes suddenly turned red.

She has always regarded the doctor as a person of her father and her best friend.

She still remembered that at that time, the doctor needed plasma, and she thought that he would die soon after he was injected with blood. Afterwards, she thought it was ridiculous.

But the doctor not only did not laugh at himself, but also said that he was the most beautiful and kind angel.

Is such a good person leaving me in a blink of an eye? I was still thinking foolishly that when the war ended, I must beg my husband and take me to Germany to visit the doctor.

Now all this is impossible, it can only exist in fantasy...

"People always die, whether they are doctors or anyone else." Zheng Yong hugged Chunni's shoulder and comforted his wife:

"There is nothing to be sad about. The doctor missed us very much when he left. In his letter, you were mentioned specifically.

In fact, the doctor should go very peacefully because the doctor believes that his country will win. This is his belief that a person with faith will not be afraid of death."

Chunni's eyes were red, and she quietly wiped her eyes:

"I know that Germany and Japan are allies, and that Germany is also our enemy. But the doctor has given us so much help, and Germany has also given us a lot of help.

I don't understand, really, don't understand, is Germany our friend or our enemy? I have asked Sister Ling Yi once, but she doesn't know how to answer me..."

"It is difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies, especially between countries. There are even more friends who can speak of them. Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies."

Zheng Yong smiled bitterly, let his wife go and stood up. He looked out the window with some trance, with a complex and lonely expression. After a while, he said:
Chapter completed!