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"Hans, you know what? I may one day become a person condemned by God. Schlieffen sat in the car speechless for a long time, and suddenly a sentence almost scared Lieutenant Colonel Hans out of the car.

However, the old marshal's face did not seem to have any joke meaning, as serious as ever, "For the sake of Germany, I have opened Pandora's box with my own hands, hoping that my life can be used to pay for all these evils, but I am afraid this is just a luxury." The marshal, who shook his head with a wry smile, continued, "That man is really a complete Satan, but he has given us the only key to the light. Hans, if you will survive to the end of this war, please come to my graveyard and tell me the outcome of this war, so that I will not be too depressed in hell. ”

"Are you talking about the Qing general you met today? The tactics he offers seem sharp, but there is a good chance that we will be able to replicate them in a short period of time, no, create better German tactics than him. The Lieutenant Colonel Hans seemed to be in a reverie, "His martial arts are very simple, and our major arsenals must be able to make them." ”

"Simple?" The old marshal did not refute his adjutant's thoughts, in fact he had similar plans before: "If you could see the terrible martial arts and the tactics that accompanied them, you wouldn't think so." "It doesn't seem difficult to invent one or two new martial arts, but it's not terrifying to invent a series of new martial arts with completely different killing principles and develop an efficient and applicable tactical system for them, and to be able to combine the two. It is important to know that an army's tactics and martial arts have a long run-in period, and no army will change its own inherent tactics on a large scale before a new military equipment.

However, he seems to be more interested in low-interest loans and some basic industrial equipment, and the old marshal's mind is re-evaluating the pigtailed general he regarded as the devil, his conditions seem to be very low, and it is even more puzzling to train some technicians and military education talents, is there no shortage of officers who can fight well? Why can we increase the number of international students in military academies, just replace it with a fixed academic exchange platform. With doubt and trust, ecstasy and self-reproach, the old man returned to the office of the War Department.

"In any case, Germany must be the first to possess this kind of weapon, and it must speed up the pace of equipment adaptation training, make the German sickle sharper, and cut the neck of the Gallic rooster with a single knife is the best choice." The official letter from the War Department has provided more places for Chinese students in the high-speed machine of Germany, although more of them are basic sciences that no one in other countries cares about, and there do not seem to be many places in German ** schools that many countries are eager for.

"Lord Dai, Lord Wu, Xia Guan Wang Sheng, respectfully ask for St. An."

"St. Bow." Dai Hongci smiled and helped Wang Sheng up, and several people sat down in the living room of the German embassy in Daqing.

"This is Ambassador Wang Shengwang. I am the Minister of the Qing Dynasty in Germany. Dai Hongci said, worried that Wu Chenxuan would not pay attention to this little Guangdong fellow, but he didn't know that Wu Chenxuan had already conducted an in-depth study of this Guangdong official.

Wang Sheng, Minister to Germany, was born on August 23, 1867 (July 24, the sixth year of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty) in Shilong Town, Dongguan County, Guangdong Province. In 1877, he studied in Japan, returned to China in 1882, and was admitted to the Tongwenguan in Guangdong, and was admitted as a student in 1886, and was used as a county in September 1889. In 1890, he was transferred to the German Museum of Tongwen Hall in Beijing, and in 1892, he donated a pen and post style, referring to walking in six parts, signing the division of labor, and graduated with the first class in April 1893. In September 1894, Ding's father was worried, and in May 1896, he was appointed as the alternate of the Prime Minister's National Affairs Yamen, and in September he studied in Germany and entered the University of Berlin for further study, studying law and military affairs. Wu Chenxuan looked at the introduction of Lord Wang provided by Du Niang, which basically belonged to the typical scriptures of Guangdong foreign affairs officials.

In the twenty-fifth year of Guangxu, Wang Sheng graduated and returned to China, participated in the imperial court supplementary examination, ranked excellent, and later served as an English translator of the official book company and an associate teacher of German at Beijing Normal University. In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu, the Boxer Rebellion arose, Wang Yin had studied abroad and was a translator, and he was suspected of being a "Ermaozi", so he left Beijing with his family. When he was in the south, he was recruited as a guest by Yuan Shikai, the governor of Shandong. The following year, the Boxers destroyed the German embassy, and Yang was sent to Germany with a special envoy to "make amends". After returning to China, Yuan Shikai recommended Yang to serve as an alternate Taoist in Shandong, an assistant to the Shandong Military Affairs and Foreign Affairs Commissioner, and a transfer from the Railway and Mining Department, and became Yuan Shikai's right-hand man. In February 1901, he concurrently served as the prime minister of the Huade Road Mine in Shandong; In March, he concurrently served as the Jiaoji Railway; In April, he was sent to Shandong Province; In July, the prefect was selected for two months, and the flower feather was redonated; In August, he was transferred to Beijing as an errand in the Prime Minister's National Affairs Yamen Consultation Office; In October, he returned to Shandong as an assistant for foreign affairs; In November, the prefect was elected and the provincial subsidy was distributed to the Taoist. ”

It's a pity that because of the rise of Wu Chenxuan, the king of Shandong, Lao Yuan did not have the opportunity to gain a foothold in Shandong, and indirectly Wang Sheng did not have the opportunity to serve in Shandong, but returned directly to Guangdong, and under the appreciation of Zhang Renjun, he successively served as the director of the Guangzhou Taxation Department and the promotion of the Guangdong-Hanzhou Railway.

"Miss, miss. Live, live. Your Excellency is inside..."The three high-ranking officials of the Qing Dynasty were discussing in the conference room, but an anxious voice suddenly sounded outside the door, which seemed to be the voice of a certain guard, but the door was pushed open with a bang, and a small head with a gauze hat stuck in.

"It's not off, I'll take a look, my sister may be hiding in Uncle Wang's... Yes! The small-headed girl finally saw the situation inside, in addition to Uncle Wang, who she was usually familiar with, there were two court officials, an old man and a young man, looking at the red hat beads on the top of their heads, which seemed to be a little higher than her uncle's grade.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, for bothering you. Yes! The little girl said with a cute face, "By the way, is Sister Wang here?" While talking, she searched around, as if she wanted to find her little friend.

Wang Sheng was ashamed of himself, but this little girl was the pearl of his best friend's family, and he couldn't beat or scold. I had to grab a white towel to wipe the sweat from my forehead to hide my embarrassment. Although Dai Hongci didn't know this little girl, it must be Wang Sheng's relatives who can enter and leave the German embassy freely.

Wu Chenxuan also felt that this little girl was very kind, but he couldn't remember her name for a while, and he didn't expect that this little girl didn't recognize her life at all, "Hey, Uncle Sail." Why are you here? ”

"Sail?" Wu Chenxuan had to admire this person's nervousness, his body is not a boulevard or a monarch, if you want to say that Sail is this little girl, it is almost the same.

"Uncle?" Now Dai Hongci and Wang Sheng are not calm, looking at Wu Chenxuan with a strange uncle's expression, the most annoying thing is that Dai Hongci still smacked his lips for the old disrespect, as if he sighed that Wu Chenxuan's taste is unique, and he loves to take the little girl to the rooftop to watch the goldfish.

Wu Chenxuan almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, this time he was considered to be Qiao Fu's likelier, a pervert at the level of a strange uncle, and the most annoying thing was that if he really did something inferior to a beast, he would not be too wronged, but he made a bet with the little girl, and he was wronged like this when he helped the little girl to ascend to the cabin, it was simply the goose of the Dou family, and he couldn't be wronged.

"You, you're not?" Wu Chenxuan forgot the words for a while.

"Mingyue, my name is Situ Mingyue, uncle, you have to remember. Don't forget it again. Another pea shooter's shape, this little girl's cuteness did not infect the two adults, but Wu Chenxuan was amused by this little girl's expression.

"Miss Mingyue." Wu Chenxuan smiled and asked, "May I ask who your old man is looking for?" ”

"Sister Wang, I just looked upstairs and downstairs and didn't find her, but the porter clearly said that she didn't go out. Why is she gone, it must be Uncle Wang, you hid her. ”

"Ah, Xiaoyue, you're looking for Aunt Zijin."

"Yes, she must be playing peek-a-boo with me, I can find her myself, I don't need your help, Uncle Wang." The little girl has a small breast, and she looks like she is wrapped around me for everyone

"That, that, niece Xian, Aunt Zijin is probably in the real room." Wang Sheng had to answer the little aunt truthfully, otherwise whether the embassy could be kept is still a matter of words.

"Are you doing it again? It's not fun. The distressed little girl sat on the sofa with a butt but didn't notice that the other side of the double sofa was the strange uncle, oh, it was the righteous gentleman Wu Chenxuan Wu.

"Ah, by the way, Uncle Sai, that song of yours is so good, I can't play it, there is also a piano here, why don't you play it for me again, okay?"

"Bang dang" Wang Sheng's teacup was on the coffee table, the voice was loud, and the stunned Wang Sheng Wang Ambassador looked at this virtuous niece shaking the arm of the youngest Han official in the history of the Qing Dynasty who was the second rank of the dynasty, and he was also worthy of the name, the king of Shandong, who had guns and cannons, but he also rubbed his chest on the arm of Lord Wu, and it seemed that he did not pay attention to the male and female defense at all.

"Ahem. Lord Wu, it's not too early, and it's time for us to go back and prepare for tomorrow's visit. Dai Hongci received a request for help from his fellow countrymen, and hurriedly made an official tone, he couldn't watch this young deputy envoy be a musician for a little girl. In this era, those who play and sing are not big stars, that is, they are just one of the lower nine streams, so literati also play the piano, but they will never perform in front of outsiders.

"Lord Dai, Lord Wang." Wu Chenxuan stood up and smiled, and took his arm back from the little girl's hand as if nothing happened. "I'm idle, I also improvised a song, and I invited the two adults to be Yazheng, how about it?"

"This..."Wang Sheng didn't expect that Wu Chenxuan didn't plan to borrow the slope to get off the donkey, but wanted to play a song, how could this not follow the script?

"Okay, Lord Wu will make friends with the piano, Lord Wang and I are fortunate to have three lives, and I wish to listen to Lord Wu's piano skills."

"Okay, okay, let's play Sailing first, then my favorite tune, I'm going to listen to it all today." The little girl was so happy to dance on the sofa, completely ignoring Wang Sheng's warning gaze, making Wang Sheng's mouthful of old blood almost spurt out.

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