If the whole of them is now mired in the horror of being dominated by BB63's 406 water pipe, then the traversers are also living in the absurd rules of the "actual control zone" of the "director team" that until now has not been able to figure out the concept!

This extremely bizarre rule shattered the development plans of the farming party that had been carefully scrutinized and repeatedly demonstrated, and whenever the relationship between the forces between the traversal and the surrounding forces eased, the "director team" would shamelessly drop personnel and materials in the so-called "actual control zone" of the traversal.

Although I also know that pit guests are the essence and highlight of reality shows, the psychological construction done for the crossing is still refreshed again and again by the "director team", whether it is a mistakenly injured stalk, or a submarine thrown into the Caribbean Sea, there is no such disgusting thing that one or two people will pestle there to become the "actual control zone"!

Think about it, if your diplomats are negotiating with someone, who can stand it if they throw a group of heavily armed madmen at the negotiation venue?

When Chen Gong, the dock designer who had just arrived on the Liaodong Peninsula, complained that the infrastructure construction of the two years was too lagging behind, Chen Yongqing, who was in charge of construction planning, could only sigh lightly, sister, if you knew that a situation like you being casually invested in Shandong is the norm for us, you will be surprised by our infrastructure achievements, we have perfectly inherited the bloodline of the Chinese infrastructure madness, but there is a "director team" on the side who has been adding chaos!

Lü Xiangyang's plan to raid Durban had been delayed due to the lack of cooperation of the Boers, and Zhao Yi, fearing the disgusting thing of the "area of actual control", had already suggested that he use a train to pull up all his belongings and withdraw in the direction of Portuguese Mozambique.

Due to the strong involvement of the Travelers in the fighting in southern Africa, John Bull's recent losses have far exceeded the losses of the first phase of the Second Boer War on the original plane.

But the strategic thinking of most Boers has not changed because of the series of tactical changes brought about by the crossing of the congregation, and they still fantasize that the battered John Bull can sit down at the negotiating table and play political compromise with them.

Especially after learning that the French had entered Sudan along the coastline from Somaliland, even Botha, a more sober-minded Boer, thought that the dawn of victory was coming, and he had already discussed with Lu Xiangyang on the issue of how to exchange peace for a smaller price.

"The British barracks are scattered all around Durban, and they have even scattered their warehouses regardless of logistical efficiency, and we cannot deal a fatal blow to the British troops deployed in Durban with our existing forces." Lu Xiangyang reluctantly said to Zhao Yi on the radio.

"Either while the railway to the north is still open, you should quickly withdraw in the direction of Mozambique." No matter how bad it is, it can keep our so-called 'area of actual control' at a distance from the British army, right? Zhao Yi said.

Seeing that the French chicken has bitten the hook, and Maozi's fleet has also secretly entered the Black Sea, it is almost time to accept it when it is good, and it is still necessary to coax it!

What the? You say sell teammates? Not to mention that those old capitalist countries have never been on the list of teammates who have crossed the crowd, let's talk about the international relations at the end of the nineteenth century, selling teammates this Nima is a normal situation, okay, look at the fuss that scares you so much!

"I want to too, but our capacity is insufficient, just a Pzh2000 is almost 60 tons, you can take the little train in our hands to the sky?" Lu Xiangyang said.

"Why don't you coordinate with the Boers, they should have some trains, right?" Zhao Yi said.

"The Boers are not stupid, what a bargaining chip it is for them to be stuck here, there may be some hope for you to let them send supplies here by train, but I really can't count on them to retreat north at this time." Lu Xiangyang said.

The airfield occupied by the crossing is stuck between Johannesburg and Durban, and it is located in a real front-line war zone, and Lu Xiangyang really doesn't dare to retreat in batches if he crosses the current strength of the public.

The armored forces went first and threw the infantry here to beat the British? Or do you leave armored units without infantry cover to break the rear? And the "Global Overlord" at the airport, you don't open up a transfer airport in the rear, you really want to blow it up, it's not the last moment yet?

"Also, Mia has just woken up, and postoperative recovery needs a stable environment, once we retreat north, we will all be in exile, this ......" Lu Xiangyang wanted to speak and stopped.

"Hey, John Bull's Far East Fleet walked to the waters near Zhoushan and turned back, and after being slapped in the face in Plymouth Bay, the tsundere Royal Navy of Great Britain also learned to behave. It seems that my plan to block them in a mess as a bargaining chip will be difficult to succeed, and the oil of BB63 will not be able to withstand the repeated waves back and forth! Zhao Yi said.

"I know you're worried about the 'director's team' throwing people around us, but we're not muddy, don't we still have 155 heavy guns and A-10s in our hands? The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, don't think about those who don't! Lu Xiangyang comforted.

"Speaking of the 'de facto control zone', I'm more worried about the submarine cruising in the North Sea and the teammates who detonated the tactical-grade nuclear bomb in London, if the 'director team' continues to deliver personnel there, we can only do it in a hurry!" Lu Xiangyang said.

"I'm not very worried about this, they even ordered a big bomb, why don't you hurry up and run away, do you stay in London and wait for the radiation?" Zhao Yi said.

Ivanovich, who is in the small town of Oxford, must have burst into tears when he heard Zhao Yi's words, big brother, I'm gallant but not brain-dead, okay, even if I have a tactical-level nuclear bomb, I don't dare to do this?

However, this time Zhao Yiyi's reputation as the strongest crow's mouth is about to be further consolidated, and an hour after the call between him and Lu Xiangyang ended, two "British policemen" wearing yellow-green vests appeared on a road outside the town of Oxford.

The two were indeed "British policemen" wearing black police caps with the ER Royal Insignia, and the male policeman was wearing the traditional black helmet-style police cap of British police, with the silver Royal Police insignia occupying the entire front of the helmet.

"Hawley, did the higher authorities send us to this stone road to check for speeding? Hell, who's going to drive a car twenty yards here? The policewoman in the short-brimmed top hat asked.

"Judy, have you forgotten that there is a big London derby tonight!" Hawley said.

"I know there's an Arsenal and Tottenham Hotspur game tonight, but it's only seven o'clock in the morning, so those damn fans aren't going to start warming up right now, are they?" Judy said.

"Ahem, ahem, Judy, you should know I'm also an Arsenal fan, damn it, ahem, ahem." Hawley said.

"Well, then I think you know that the Premier League in the light curtain is a prop for the 'director's team', right?" Judy said embarrassedly.

"Well, even if it's a prop made by the 'director team', it's simulated enough, and Kroenke is still a dime in this damn light curtain!" Hawley is also angry about Arsenal's poor results in the light curtain.

"Okay, let's take it easy, let alone seven in the morning, the really avid fans probably drank a few gallons of beer last night." Hawley continued.

"No, there is no such fanatical ...... in the light curtain," Judy said.

"And voila! There's a dangling buddy over there! Hawley interrupted Judy, gesturing at a guy who had come out of town.

"Sir, do you need help?" Hawley shouted at the guy who appeared to be drunk.

"He's dressed up so strangely!" Judy reminded Hawley.

"Welcome to Oxford, and don't panic when you see a hangover man on the street who has just walked out of last night's masquerade, it's a common occurrence here." Huo said in the tone of an old driver.

"Mr. Policeman, I don't need help, I'm just going to the field to harvest potatoes." The strangely dressed man said.

"Well, this is still a drunk who is immersed in his role." Hawley said to Judy.

In the twenty-first-century town of Oxford, it is clear that no one is growing potatoes on the perimeter of Oxford University, where land prices are skyrocketing, so much so that Hawley thinks the man in front of him is talking drunk.

Just as Hawley and Judy tried to lean over to make sure that the man was not in danger from being drunk or causing danger to others, the man suddenly pulled his legs and ran off into the town.

"I knew that the 'director team' wouldn't let us sit idle for a while, I'm afraid this guy has smoked some kind of leaf!" Judy said as she took off her police hat, apparently planning a chase.

This late nineteenth-century resident of Oxford, who had indeed drunk a little wine last night, really just wanted to work in the fields. Although it was a little strange to see the yellow-green vest that Hawley was wearing, the helmet that the John Bull cop had used on his head that had changed for two hundred years still made him think that Hawley was a real cop.

It was only when Judy approached that he realized that the other person with a police badge on his head was actually a woman, and he felt that he had obviously met a spy in the mouth of those secret police!