"Is it really a conversation between Lieutenant General Messi and Lieutenant General Francisco?"

In the integrated operations command room of the British task force's flagship "Athletic God", Rear Admiral Woodward listened to the monitoring recording just sent by the intelligence staff officer, his eyes showed imperceptible joy, but his face was still as calm as water, pointing to the recording equipment that was playing, and cautiously confirmed again to the intelligence staff officer beside him:

"Can you be sure?"

"I can guarantee you, General! Our computer database has a record of the voices of the two people, and after comparison, it is indeed Lieutenant General Messi, Chief of Staff of the Argentine Air Force, and Lieutenant General Francisco, Commander of the Falklands Ground Forces!"

"Is there a possibility of falsification?" added the chief of staff of the task force, not without confusion.

The intelligence staff officer shook his head firmly, and explained confidently and professionally: "With Argentina's current technical means, there is absolutely no such possibility, you must know that these two Argentine generals used campaign-level encrypted command and communication equipment that the United States just equipped a few years ago, and the technical aspect is very complicated, and we also obtained the core data of the frequency signal provided by the United States to decipher the content of this communication, so Argentina has no ability to forge it at all!"

"In that case, is there any confirmation from MI6?" Woodward asked again.

"Confirmed, General!" the intelligence staff officer nodded affirmatively: "They have come to the same conclusion as us!"

It was only then that Woodward's face truly showed a smile of excitement, glancing at the senior officers of the task force present before finally turning his gaze to the Chief of Staff. I couldn't hide my joy and asked:

"George, what do you think?"

"I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" replied Fleet Chief of Staff George simply, "This will not only solve the supply problem that is troubling Admiral Moore, but it will most likely be because of our operation." Completely end the war on the Falklands, and more importantly, Margaret Thatcher has lost all patience, and ending the war as soon as possible is in line with everyone's expectations!"

"Yes!"

Listening to the words of the chief of staff, Woodward sighed, he was an experienced general, and naturally knew that with Britain's existing national strength. It is impossible to sustain a protracted war of attrition, so the sooner the Falklands war ends, the better it will be for Britain, and that is why. Margaret Thatcher ordered last night to cooperate fully with Major General Moore's ground offensive.

It is hoped that in the ground war in which Britain has the advantage, the final victory will be achieved, and at the same time, the Thatcher government can get rid of the current unfavorable situation while ending the war with dignity. So as to achieve a reduction in investment. Woodward saw this very clearly the purpose of establishing the empire on which the sun never set, so he nodded in agreement with the chief of staff's analysis:

"I'm thinking the same thing, we've been fighting this war for too long, it's time for it to end!" Woodward paused, then glanced at the crowd again. His voice suddenly rose and he said in a very sonorous tone:

"Command the fleet. Prepare for battle, and when the wartime cabinet confirms our battle plan, we will immediately set out and achieve a victory that should be ours."

Just a few hours after Major General Woodward's final decision, a black Mercedes-Benz car driving from the British Embassy at the Hilton Hotel in downtown Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, stopped steadily at the door, and Drake and Phelps, the British representatives in charge of contacts with China, stepped out of the car one after the other and quickly entered the hotel:

"We were right in our previous estimates, the Chinese side really can't refuse the temptation of money, and today's intelligence intercepted from the task force has clearly confirmed this, and it seems that our work is very effective!"

"Yes!" Drake couldn't hide his joy at Phelps' words, and just an hour earlier, he and Phelps had received a commendation from the wartime cabinet in London at the British Embassy in Brazil for their contributions to the successful containment of China these days.

As for the next task, it is to continue to deal with the Chinese until the task force achieves the final victory, for which both of them are very excited, even Drake, who has always been unsmiling, rarely smiled, and then nodded at Phelps in approval:

"It's just that I didn't expect the Argentine Air Force to be worse than we thought, and since this is the case, then this war should come to a belated end!"

"This is natural, but I want to see now what kind of expression the Chinese will have after the defeat of Argentina? Especially that Lu Jiadong, I bet, it is absolutely unimaginable, but unfortunately, we don't have a camera, otherwise I really want to record such a wonderful moment!"

"I'm the same, that Lu Jiadong didn't say anything about stealing chickens and rice, I think, this sentence is the most suitable for him!"

"That's what he asked for, he wants money, but also wants advanced technology, and even involves the issue of region X, I said that these Chinese have paranoia, absolutely right! Now we have their hole cards, let alone money, they don't even want to get a hair!"

"Just let these Chinese accompany us to perform this curtain call!"

"They're going to get a big surprise"

Drake and Phelps sneered all the way down the elevator to the small parlor on the tenth floor, and when the elevator opened again, the two of them instantly became sanctimonious, as if they had never said anything just now, and walked side by side into the small parlor that was too familiar to be more familiar

"Mr. Drake, we are sitting here in search of common ground, not differences between us, so I really hope that you will be open and honest instead of wrapping your heart in a thick carapace forever!"

"We are the same, Mr. Lu! We have made great concessions for this, but you have not let us see the sincerity we deserve."

The talks between the two sides were also the same as before, both verbal and protracted, unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, and this marathon-like meeting finally ended, when Lu Jiadong and others returned to their station, Hu Qinghua suddenly frowned, and then said to Lu Jiadong:

"Jiadong, do you feel that something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Lu Jiadong poured a glass of water, and then sat comfortably on the sofa, while Hu Qinghua thought for a while and continued:

"I don't know what it is, but I always feel that the attitude of the British today seems to be a little different, and there seems to be some sign of loosening!"

"yes, yes, I feel it too!"

"That's right, Chief Master Lu, do you think the British will make some kind of concession?"

As soon as Hu Qinghua's words fell, Song Xiaoxu and Xu Yuanchao sat down next to Lu Jiadong together, and Lu Jiadong drank all the water in the cup, then glanced at everyone, and said lightly with a meaningful smile:

"If you don't want to be fished by others, just consume it like this!"

"How long do we have to spend it?"

"Until you are as familiar with English as they are!" Lu Jiadong stretched his waist as long as he spoke, and then yawned again:

"It's a good thing to learn English, but it's too long, so let's rest early, and we have to deal with those foreign 'teachers' tomorrow!"

"Jia Dong"

"Okay, cherish the days of rest on time, and go to bed quickly!"

Without waiting for Hu Qinghua and the others to ask, Lu Jiadong, who had already walked towards the bedroom, waved his hand at them, and then pushed the door, and after a while, there was a burst of snoring in Lu Jiadong's bedroom, Hu Qinghua and the others could only look at each other, and finally shook their heads helplessly, and then went back to their rooms to rest

Lu Jiadong and the others could sleep peacefully at nightfall, but Vice Admiral Messi, who was at the Rio Grande Air Base in Argentina, still had his eyes like a torch, and stayed in the integrated operations command with unusual spirits, paying attention to every move of the British task force:

"Where are they now?"

"Six hundred nautical miles southeast of the Malvinas Islands, it is expected to be able to reach the Falklands early in the morning after tomorrow!"

"What's the latest movement of the British army on the Falklands?"

"Report to the general, the British army has launched a rare night attack, and General Francisco wants us to send fighter planes to support tomorrow morning!"

"Got it!" Lieutenant General Messi nodded, and at this moment, a staff officer hurriedly ran to Messi's side and reported with a solemn face:

"General, I just got the news that the trawler 'Antarctic Man', which is responsible for monitoring the movements of the British fleet, has been sunk!"

Hearing the news, Lieutenant General Messi stood up from his seat in shock, then sat down slowly, nodded gloomily, and ordered again after a long time:

"Let all the other surveillance ships withdraw, the British will not be able to turn back"

"General, the president's phone!" As soon as Lieutenant General Messi's voice fell, the adjutant Riquelme walked over quickly, and when Lieutenant General Messi heard that it was the president, he did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly walked into the confidential communication room, picked up the blue special line telephone on the table, and said respectfully:

"Your Excellency, I'm Messi, yes, I'm ready for everything here, that's right, that's right, that's what I said to Francesco, thank you for your support and understanding of me, this is the final battle, I will do my best"

"God will bless you, and even more so Argentina, and finally, I wish you success!" Galtieri blessed the soldiers on the front line from the bottom of his heart, and Lieutenant General Messi's answer, although concise, was incomparably firm and powerful:

"Definitely!" (To be continued.) )

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