Beijing, Shishizi Hutong.

The former Yuan Mansion had already been hung with a sign of the Beijing Municipal Government in front of the gate. More than a dozen vehicles from all over the city squeezed the road. The spotlights and the burning burnt smell after the flash were intertwined, making the staff of the Beijing Municipal Government who saw this scene for the first time dizzy.

As the director of the Beijing Finance Bureau, Liao Zhongkai naturally could not miss such an important moment, but the scene of dozens of Chinese and foreign journalists pouring into the city government early in the morning made him numb. It was not until Mr. Cai arrived early with the guards to stabilize the order. From this point of view, he had to admit that under Yang Qiu's words and deeds, the gap between the Republican Party and the Democratic Party was getting bigger and bigger. This style of calmness in the face of emergencies and the open perspective of actively integrating into the world made people dare to face so many reporters to deal with it easily. To put it simply, the Democratic Party is now a hero in a world-class cocktail party with suits and ties, and the Democratic Party, who thought that her clothes could represent the Chinese people and created the Westernization idea, revealed a Chinese sweatshirt full of ripped off her coat.

The long rostrum in the center of the venue was scattered, and no one except the journalists and the envoys from various countries had received a chair. In the eyes of these people, the podium, which was so narrow that it could only block the lower body, was a little more simple and neat. There were no flowers, no ribbons, and even no luxurious rostrums, everything was arranged to ensure basic needs. Although he didn't know whether this style could eventually become a weather vane for officials to imitate, at least he did it, down-to-earth and used himself as a benchmark to influence the system.

The officialdom of the Democratic Party. Thinking of the scene where even a small representative meeting was held for a few days, I couldn't help but sigh at the huge gap in concept between the two political parties. The little finance director who was moved in the corner naturally no one would pay attention to it, but the two people standing opposite each other behind the podium made everyone hold their breath. Traun's face was a little pale. As a diplomat with proud Germanic blood flowing in his bones, he never thought that he would play such a role one day, even if the opposite was Yang Qiu, who was sold to many important military technologies in Germany.

"I only make a solemn promise on behalf of the German government on behalf of His Majesty the Great Prussian Emperor. For the permanent peace in the Far East, Germany will give up all concessions in China and transfer the operation rights of the Jiaoji Railway and Hanchuan Railway to the Government of the Republic of China for free. I also hope that China and Japan can end the war as soon as possible and return a peaceful life to the people." Traun's words are still full of German-style machinery and arrogance, and they are full of reluctance to leave, and they also hypocritically demand a ceasefire between China and Japan.

The pretentious face made Bernard, who was watching, throw the British Empire's calmness and elegance into the Pacific Ocean, secretly scolding this old guy for being shameless and even dared to talk about peace and saying that he would return peace to the people. Europe was turned upside down by these guys! But when Traun handed over the contract that symbolized the abandonment of all colonies in China and the suspension of all unequal treaties signed by China and Germany to Yang Qiu, he still breathed a long sigh of relief. No matter what, Germany's power in Asia finally completely collapsed. Although the people and forces that benefited in the end were not the people and forces in the plan, the end was the end.

That night, he wrote in a telegram to No. 10 Downing Street: "Except for the stubborn old man who has not yet been seen (referring to Shi Pei), I think we don't have to worry about the rich and important Asia for the time being. As for the Sino-Japanese War, I personally think it has nothing to do with the overall situation. When we are bleeding from Europe, the old enemy of the Far East will not fight for a while. Perhaps a year later, when we return to the Far East, both sides will find that they will need the help of the empire even more."

Bernard didn't know that he began to feel ashamed of this idea after half a year. He voluntarily resigned from his position as director of Far Eastern Affairs in the House of Commons, but at least for now, his ideas still represent the entire British top leaders, because they still believe that the war will end at most one year.

Yang Qiu also expressed his gratitude to the German government and His Majesty William for their kindness. The Republic of China government will treat every expatriate who was stranded in the country due to the war, treat the German soldiers who put down their weapons, and are also preparing to change the original German concession to the Sino-German Free Trade Zone to promote domestic economic construction. Of course, he naturally said nonsense that even he himself felt hypocritical to make a wish to end the European war as soon as possible.

When Dai Jitao (named Tianchou) pointed his camera at the two and solidified the scene of Yang Qiu taking the contract from Traun. Everyone forgot the in full swing of the Sino-Japanese War, and their breathing became a little rapid. Cai Gongshi, Jiang Baili and others also smiled. This scene was what many capable people and patriots hoped! The various unequal treaties signed by the Qing Dynasty were like huge rocks that pressed on the country and the people, and now the first piece was finally pried open! Although with the help of the European War and the world-leading Haidongqing and V-engine technology for it, it was still worth it!

When Yang Qiu handed over the contract to Mr. Cai, he shrugged freely and said, "Mr., I think you should be happier. Although you lost some, His Majesty William got the sky of Europe."

He was right. After half a year later, the German version of Haidongqing did dominate the European sky for several years. Thousands of British and French pilots paid the price for this. It was not until Britain and France purchased the patent for V-engine. It can be said that if it were not for the current biplane that could not completely change the course of the war, he would not have sold it.

However, what he didn't expect was that the National Wehrmacht actually had a small training session. Among the 24 pilots who studied in Germany and joined the German army according to the contract, 7 became the ace pilot because of the appearance of Hai Dongqing.

But Traun is still unpredictable at present. He was reluctant to leave his 50 tons of gold worth 7 million pounds and the immeasurable Far Eastern colonies. After looking at the contract, he smiled faintly: "Maybe. Compared to what the Vice President you got, I think I should say I lost it. With the perfect Qingdao, Victory has waved to you again."

Yang Qiu didn't explain. In fact, Germany must have made a profit this time, especially the V-type aircraft engine can improve German aviation capabilities as a whole. With their scientific research capabilities, it may not take long to come up with more advanced models. On the contrary, he needs to explore and test through drawings and accumulate only half of his basic business capabilities so far. Whether he can catch up with the development trend of world aviation in the future will take a thousand times more effort, and he is still full of confidence, with a smile on his lips and deep eyes: "No! There is no victory yet, but I believe that the singing of triumph will soon ring..."

His voice was loud and he was not deliberately suppressed by so many journalists and officials from all over the world. He was confident and arrogant and condensed into this tall body. In his back, there were explosions and charges louder than the other in the Qingdao Battle.

"Come on! Little beans. Grandpa is here!" In the Taiping Town Infantry Fortress, Fang Yuqiu's index finger was tightly pinned to the trigger of the Maxim heavy machine gun left by the German army. The sound of shooting was denser than the raindrops last night. Beside him were four comrades who died by shells flying in from the shooting window. The only three remaining machine gun squad soldiers were also wrapped in gauze and moved boxes of bullets out of the ammunition depot. A blood mark was stained with blood on the road of more than ten meters.

The bomb sender pried open the ammunition box and connected two filled 250 canvas Belts to the remaining ones. The water-cooling box next to it emitted heat outwards. Seeing this, a soldier immediately grabbed two kettles and poured cold water into it. The high-heat steam even burned his wrists.

But he had forgotten the pain, and kicked several empty ammunition boxes to the side with one kick, then picked up the rifle and pointed it at several Japanese soldiers crawling here.

In the basement of the ammunition depot, the Preparatory Company launched all the soldiers to stuff 792 mm bullets into the canvas ammunition belt. At this moment, they had no other thoughts. There was only one thought in their minds. Bullets! More bullets! Bullets like rain were fired from the plum blossom-shaped machine gun bunker with cement helmet hats. Five Maxis inside the bunker showed extremely terrible lethality. The corpses in the mine array detonated in the morning at the foot of the mountain were twisted and weird in shape. The entire surface was overturned by more than 170 mines that exploded at the same time.

Suddenly! Several upper body soldiers with streamers on their foreheads were fiercely holding a bundle of them and jumping out from behind the rocks. The white smoke floating out of their arms pierced Fang Yuqiu's eyes and blew up: "Kill them, kill them!" He shouted while twisting the not-so-familiar Maxim heavy machine gun. When the muzzle twisted, two Japanese soldiers who were also holding the ** in the other direction rushed out.

Except for the machine gunner who was still transporting bullets, almost all the others in the bunker forgot their work. The dense rifle barrels poked out from the five shooting windows. In the monotonous shooting, the Japanese soldiers who were loaded with meat bullets fell one after another, but one guy ran within 30 meters before being killed.

"Boom" The bundle with similar power to the first package used by the National Defense Force was detonated. The steel balls and fragments in the sky not only blew the Japanese soldier to pieces, but also many people drilled into the shooting window. Several unexpected soldiers were injured. The thick smoke column rose from the bunker. The Japanese artillery, who had never been able to get coordinates due to angle problems, finally had a reference. 75 shells quickly fell to the southeast direction. In an instant, the entire fortress and position were covered with fire groups left by artillery shells.

The shells were still falling, but the 75mm shells obviously could not cause damage to the thick cement fortress, but instead gave Fang Yuqiu and the others a chance to breathe. The Chinese military doctor rushed up to bandage the injured soldiers, and the seriously injured were quickly moved into the ammunition depot below to wait for the night to be sent out. Fang Yuqiu also simply put down the heavy machine gun that had already fired countless bullets, bent down and squatted down to scan everyone: "Is there anything wrong? It's coming soon, how many people can still fight?"

"Don't worry, company commander, I can't die!" Hubei soldiers' voice loudly.

"He is a little Japanese turtle son, it's too early to live for grandpa!" The young man from Sichuan cursed and stuffed the bullet into the magazine.

Even the leading soldiers in the company heard the explosion and came up to support him. They held a half-baked corn cob and cursed: "Damn it, I thought it was invulnerable to the menstrual belt that our mother used to tie on her head. I would put one of them later. I could kill him with the corn cob!"

"Ha ha."

The soldiers were laughing, but Fang Yuqiu was not at all relaxed. The scene just now showed that the Japanese army was really anxious this time. Faced with two defense army infantry brigades that had gone from more than 4,000 German troops to 8,000 auxiliary soldiers, they even used the tricks of meat bomb attacks, which meant that the next war would become even more difficult.

His guess was correct. Faced with the sudden doubled defensive forces, Mitsumon Kamio could not sit still and began to draw troops from everywhere to try to crush the National Defense Forces that had not yet gained a foothold. Even the Marine Corps, which had always lacked heavy firepower and was nicknamed "Sea Rats" by the Army, were ordered to attack the fortress reinforced by cement and rocks. The entire Qingdao was trembling in the war, and the thick smoke ran from the Taiping Mountain Fortress near the coast to the water storage mountain fortress in the northeast, and the air was full of poisonous smell of Xiase gunpowder. The Japanese army even put out all their strength, and from the explosion of the mine array in the morning to the present, it had fired more than 4,000 shells of various caliber at the fortress and fortresses.

boom!

A loud bang suddenly stinged the eardrums of the soldiers who were resting. Fang Yuqiu raised his head slightly and looked out from the dense bunker with barrage. He saw a huge cloud of mushrooms suddenly rise above the Sifangshan infantry position near them. Before he could feel heartbroken, eight consecutive heavy shells from the sea completely covered the small Sifangshan Mountain. While gunpowder and mud spread around like a tsunami, the Sifangshan infantry position at the center of the explosion was completely gone.

"Fuck his grandma!" This scene made Fang Yuqiu's eyes suddenly turn red, and he pulled off his helmet and smashed it hard on the stone slab: "Report quickly! It is a Japanese heavy artillery, it must be the 356 heavy artillery of the King Kong! Contact the brigade commander, and allow me to bring people to support Sifangshan!" The deputy company commander nervously picked up the phone, and at the same time, the King Kong battlecruiser, which had been worried that the gun barrel was too damaged and had not fired a shell, slowly appeared on the sea surface of the meter away, along with the two Tsukuba-class battlecruisers to support.

This distance happened to be at the edge of the maximum range of the heavy artillery group in Qingdao Fortress and the mine formation. After careful observation for a few days, Kato Tomosaburo's thunder changed color as soon as he took action!

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