General Li tapped his fingers on the table and sneered:
"of course not."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
General Li had a mocking look on his face:
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Xu, both of you know that our Ming Dynasty aviation technology has always been ahead of the Qinglu. We can do whatever the Qinglu can do. If I remember correctly, Director Chen just said that the man who sacrificed his life
The plane that the Dongchang brothers who rescued people hijacked from Qinglu Airport was Germany's new 'Junkers-52', right?"
Huh? Xiang Xiaoqiang also remembered it, why did he forget this? The Junkers-52 has a range of more than a thousand kilometers, and it is also suitable for airborne use... You mentioned me. "Sacrifice yourself to save others"? Ho ho!
The Foreign Minister looked calm and said calmly:
"General Li, they bought it. I know this very well. I even protested to the German Ambassador under orders at that time. If spending money to buy it counts, what kind of weapons can't be bought with money?"
General Li continued to spit and said:
"Yes, they bought it. But if they can buy it, so can we. They just bought the aircraft, but we bought the production line, which has been in production for more than a year. Mr. Xu, it seems that you personally negotiated this matter
Right? You don’t know, right?”
Xu Yuanzhen looked extremely embarrassed, but fortunately he couldn't see it in the dark. He snorted and found a step to get off:
"Of course I know. I just don't know how many kilometers the range of that small plane can be?"
Small plane? Xiang Xiaoqiang sneered. The old man was pretending to be stupid. It had fifteen seats and three engines. It was definitely a big plane in this era.
General Li smiled coldly and continued to say without any scruples:
"How many kilometers? One thousand three hundred and sixty kilometers. It's more than enough to fly to Beijing, let alone Changshan Islands? Also, Mr. Xu, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? From Nanjing to Changshan Islands, even from
Flying over the sea is only a few hundred kilometers, so why not a thousand kilometers? Sir, it’s time for you to catch up on your geography lessons!”
boom!!!
Xu Yuanzhen slammed the table, tea splashed everywhere, and said angrily:
"Bold! Presumptuous! What kind of status do you have, how dare you speak rudely in front of this minister! Even His Majesty is polite when talking to senior ministers. You are a warrior, but a little commander is so ignorant of superiority and inferiority!"
General Li's big mouth was unconvinced and his voice became louder:
"Did I make a mistake? The middle school students all know how far it is from here to Changshan Island, but you, the boss, don't know. Is it time to make up for it? What is my identity? The majestic Commander-in-Chief of the Army Aviation Forces of the Ming Dynasty, signed by His Majesty himself
Lieutenant General, what kind of warrior? We all serve as officials in the same dynasty, and they are not subordinate to each other in civil and military affairs. They all serve the Holy Emperor and the Ming Dynasty. What is the talk of superiority and inferiority? How many years of constitutional government has it been, who is superior to whom? Are all of you here, except
Are these two princes inferior to you, Mr. Xu?"
"Okay... okay..." Xu Yuanzhen trembled with anger, stood up slightly, and approached General Li across the table, "Since you said so, I will teach you a lesson on your behalf..."
The people on the left and right hurriedly grabbed him:
"Easy to say, easy to say..."
"Master, please don't get angry..."
Xu Yuanzhen couldn't stand it, so she picked up the tea cup and threw it away.
"ah!"
He hit General Li right in the chest, and the scalding tea poured all over him. The teacup fell to the marble floor and shattered.
Fortunately, his winter clothes were thick and there were no burns, but the wetness on his chest made it even more uncomfortable. General Li stood up with a huff, thinking that he could not fight him, and sat down again with a huff, cursing:
"Xu Yuanzhen, you use your official position to oppress people and rely on your old age, so I won't argue with you. But a gentleman uses his words but does not use his hands. He hurts people when he has no words. Are you the same at the negotiation table? I have a foreign minister like you in the Ming Dynasty. It's really a shame. The country is unlucky and the people are unlucky!”
Xu Yuanzhen was so angry that she couldn't speak. She walked around the long table to catch General Li. He raised his hand and said, "Whoosh", and another notebook flew over.
Xiang Xiaoqiang once saw a sentence on a historical forum: "In the Qing Dynasty, all meetings were made with one word, while in the Ming Dynasty, all meetings were conducted with military force." Today I have seen this.
He was very surprised that since Dongchang regarded him as a "friendly person", why would he be allowed to attend such a meeting and witness the ugliness of the top officials of the Ming Dynasty? What he didn't know was that many years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, all friendly people , especially various representatives and advisors from the United Kingdom, often attended similar meetings, and were no longer surprised by this "glorious tradition" of the Ming Dynasty that lasted for hundreds of years.
Shen Rongxuan had been drinking tea with a cup in his hands. When he saw that it was almost ready and started to fight, he coughed, slammed the teacup on the table, and drank:
"Okay, turn on the lights!"
"Pa", everything was bright, and everyone was stunned. The appearance of General Li and Minister Xu was also fully displayed in front of everyone.
General Li's uniform was covered with water stains from the chest to the crotch. He was hiding behind another general, holding on to the backrest. Xu Yuanzhen blushed and had a thick neck. He was sandwiched between the left and right by Lord Zhu and Lord Zheng. He wore reading glasses. Only one leg was hooked by the ears, and the other leg had a goatee hanging on it, making him look very embarrassed.
"Two adults," Shen Rongxuan said with a sad face, "Oh, the two adults are important ministers of the country, and they are both people of status, and they got into a fight over a disagreement. It's really..."
He shook his head and looked at the ceiling again:
"We are sitting here today to discuss how to save people, not for grudges. Our twelve female soldiers are still in the prison at Stickang on the other side of the river, always hoping that we can rescue them. If they know now If we have a meeting like this, I wonder what we will feel in our hearts?"
These few words were spoken slowly, and the room became quite quiet.
General Li took the towel handed to him, wiped his clothes vigorously, glared at Xu Yuanzhen, and returned to his seat angrily.
Xu Yuanzhen threw away the two princes, straightened her clothes, put on her glasses, snorted, and sat back on the chair calmly.
After he had regained his breath, he said calmly:
"What Mr. Shen said is wrong. We are sitting here not to discuss how to save people, but to discuss first whether to save people, and secondly how to save people. Which is more important, which is more important, which is first and which is last? It must not be upside down!"
"Well," Director Chen interrupted at this time, "Sir, everyone can speak freely tonight, and the topics are in no particular order."
"Okay, since there is no particular order," Xu Yuanzhen turned to the Vice-Commander of the Navy and said, "Mr. Yang, apart from the two things you mentioned just now, apart from the issue of voyage, what else is there?"
"Ah, this..." Vice Commander Yang looked at everyone looking at him and said sarcastically, "Yes, apart from the issue of navigation, there is also the Bohai Strait, which is very difficult to enter..."
"Oh, why?"
Shen Rongxuan waved his hand and said:
"No need to turn off the lights, just hang the map on it."
Two girls held a large map and pressed it on the curtain with thumbtacks.
"You're welcome, Mr. Yang, come to the front and talk."
Chief Yang bowed to the left and right and stood in front of the curtain.
He pointed at the location of the Bohai Strait with a thin stick:
"My lords, please see, the Bohai Strait is so narrow and the Puppet Qing Dynasty is heavily guarded. It is really difficult for a submarine to enter!"
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the vast Bohai Strait on the map, which could fit a palm into it.
"This..." Marquis Zhu of Wuling couldn't help it anymore and said as politely as possible, "Mr. Yang, the Bohai Strait is so wide and is the second largest strait in China after the Taiwan Strait. How can you say that the waterway is narrow?"
"Oh," Vice-Chang Yang showed a hint of joy on his face, drew a circle in the middle of the strait, and said, "Master Hou only knows one, but not the other. At first glance, the Bohai Strait is very wide. But you can
If you look carefully, there is a string of small islands in the middle of the strait, called the "Miaodao Islands". They are evenly connected between Lushun in Liaodong and Penglai in Shandong. This archipelago is like a fence, connecting
The originally wide strait was divided into a number of narrow waterways. Destroyers from the puppet Qing Navy shuttled back and forth on patrol, blocking the waterways tightly. Therefore, it was difficult for submarines to enter..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was suddenly enlightened. Everyone stared at the map and nodded.
Well, it sounds very professional and difficult to refute. But Xiang Xiaoqiang always felt that this was not the case.
Compared with the Undersecretary of the Navy and the Commander of the Submarine Force, he is an amateur. But compared with Shen Rongxuan and those two princes, he is definitely an expert and not so easy to fool.