"What a coincidence, Miss McBride, I didn't expect you to be here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Good evening, Mr. Minister. Please call me Ms. Yi, though. ”

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yi, and you, Lieutenant Colonel. I'm still not used to calling your lady by your last name - and my pronunciation is always wrong. ”

"Most people are like that, Mr. Minister."

"Apologies again, Lieutenant Colonel. Oh, yes, this is my wife. ”

"Ma'am? I beg your pardon, Mr. Minister, I have to say that the age gap between you and your lady seems to be a bit large......"

"Don't worry about my husband. Sometimes, he doesn't know what he's talking about. ”

"It's okay, a lot of people say that - this is your box?"

"Yes. Where is your private room? ”

"It's right next door. There were so many coincidences tonight, weren't they? ”

"That's true."

"Ah, it's time to begin. Please forgive my presumptuousness, Ms. Yi, if you and the lieutenant colonel don't mind, can we move to your box? My wife wanted to see it more clearly, and she loved starring today. ”

"Of course, Mr. Minister, in fact I would like to find a more suitable companion - my husband, who is not very fond of opera."

"Understandable."

The opera begins, and the actors take the stage, but Yi Shui has no idea what they are singing: as Rachel says, he doesn't like opera. But this is not the only problem today, it is only one reason, and the other is their "accidental" meeting with the Russian minister "couple".

This is certainly not an accident, it is a secretly arranged event.

For the vast majority of people, Mr. Minister is not in Los Angeles today.

For some, he went to Los Angeles to see the opera.

For a small group of people, he came here to date his young mistress under the guise of "going to the opera in Los Angeles."

For a tiny fraction of the population, he was discussing a new arms deal with Rachel under the guise of "dating his young mistress."

Of course, for the Minister himself, he came on a date with his mistress to discuss the arms deal with the owner of the umbrella company.

Yi Shui knew from the beginning what was going on - except for Mr. Minister's own part - the tickets that the Russians had obtained and his box had been booked by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, using a pseudonym, and the content of the arms deal was the result of careful research by Qin Lang and Rachel, and so far, everything was planned. He just couldn't figure out why an ordinary arms deal was so complicated.

Because the Federation declared neutrality and banned U.S. corporations from selling war materials to warring nations, they intended to avoid Washington's attention? Or is it because Qin Lang doesn't want St. Petersburg and Tokyo to know that he sells weapons to them at the same time? But his approach was unnecessary: as soon as the company's weapons appeared on the battlefield, the Russians and Japanese would immediately guess the correct answer.

Maybe they already know.

Besides, the presence of the most famous businesswoman on the West Coast and in the whole of America with her husband, who holds the honorary rank of lieutenant colonel in the Marine Corps, and the Russian minister in the same theater at the same time, is a pipe dream and impossible to do.

According to his idea, if the company intends to do business with the Russian government, it can invite the representative of St. Petersburg to the Pentagon, but why would Qin Lang and Rachel do this?

Yi Shui's brain was completely occupied by this question, so he didn't pay any attention to what the actors on stage were performing, but luckily, his nervous system could still respond to certain keywords.

"I am convinced that the Russian Army will definitely need new special ammunition manufactured by UMBRELLA" - Yi Shui's ears pricked up - "as long as St. Petersburg orders, we can offer appropriate discounts, prices, or in this way, those ammunition, we will only sell to the Russian Army, there will be no second user." ”

"I doubt it, Mike...... Ms. Yi. "It's not that I don't believe your description of the power of those new special munitions, it's just that I don't think it's necessary for the Russian Army to use such brutal munitions - forgive me for using that word, ma'am." ”

Yi Shui raised his eyebrows: Russians, will also feel that the company's special ammunition is too brutal and therefore unnecessary to use? It sounds like a joke, and it's a bad joke, the coldest kind.

"I admit that the power of the company's new ammunition is a little ...... Excess. Rachel was cautious in her remarks, but Yi Shui knew what she really thought: there was more than just a "little" excess. It reminds her of the rabbits that Elizabeth's lab never lacks, but never survives long. Only Qin Lang and Elizabeth would be excited about those rabbit corpses - of course, in recent months, because the new generation of poison gas that Elizabeth has studied is completely different from the old one, the rabbit corpses have become less terrifying.

Thank God......

Yi Shui shook his head, returning his attention to Rachel's conversation with the Russian minister.

“…… I'm sorry, ma'am, but the Russian army only needs conventional weapons and ammunition, nothing too special - conventional weapons are enough for us to win this war. You know, our army has been fighting well. ”

"I have never doubted the combat effectiveness of the Russian Army." Yi Shui noticed that the corners of Rachel's mouth twitched, obviously thinking that this statement was very ridiculous - in fact, it was not ridiculous, if you understand it from another angle, the combat effectiveness of the Russian Army is indeed undoubted, low, very low. "But I still think that the Russian Army needs high-power, less conventional weapons."

"We'll see." She glanced at the West.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Private Zaitsev was awakened by the distant roar and the shaking of the earth. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found that the entire trench had become a noise. The officers were yelling, even close to roaring, and the sergeants and soldiers were running around, bringing heavy weapons and ammunition boxes to their designated positions, shouting and talking at the same time.

He was a little confused: he was busy all night, first repairing the barbed wire fence damaged by Japanese fire, then being sent to the front of the position to lay a cylindrical thing called a "mine" that had never been seen before, and finally being dragged by a captain to work as a coolie, getting several large-caliber guns dismantled from the navy's warships into the position, and not getting time to rest until an hour ago, but he was so dazed that he did not sleep well at all. He was still very tired, his brain was a little sluggish, and he couldn't figure out the current situation for a while.

But someone will help him figure out the situation.

A figure suddenly stood in front of Zaitsev.

"Get up, soldier, what are you doing lying here stupidly? Are you waiting for me to whip you? Get ready, the Japanese monkeys are attacking! ”

A shrill voice exploded next to the private's ears. And not just shouting, the hands of the officers were not idle. He grabbed Zaitsev by the clothes, pulled him up, pushed him hard against the side wall of the trench, lifted his foot again, and slammed it at his ass.

The pain finally cleared Zaitsev's brain. Japanese monkeys attacked? Recalling the officer's instructions, he pulled the bolt, pulled out a magazine and stuffed it into the chamber, then closed the bolt, held the rifle against the side wall of the trench, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the Japanese shelling.

The constant shelling, loud, violent, one after the other, seemed to be endless. Even with their eyes closed, the private could imagine how badly the front of the position had been hit, just like yesterday - yesterday, from morning to evening, the Japanese artillery repeatedly bombarded the position five times, firing tens of thousands of shells. By the time it was all over, there was nothing intact on the surface of the position, there were craters everywhere, there were debris everywhere - the Japanese should have attacked yesterday.

However, it was not too late today, although the positions were repaired, they could still be destroyed, and the Japanese seemed to have an endless supply of shells. Zaitsev guessed. Probably the plan of those yellow monkeys was to bombard the Arthur fortress with shells, inch after inch of land, and not give glorious Russia a chance.

The shaking of the ground intensified. The young soldier felt that the landing point of the shells was constantly approaching him.

A dozen meters away, the second lieutenant blew the whistle. "Shelling, pay attention to concealment!"

Zaitsev immediately crouched down, his body curled up in a ball, and his head was held in his hands on his head. Then the earth rained down like drops into the trench and beat him on his body. Zaitsev heard someone screaming, but soon he couldn't hear it, and only one sound remained: the roar of shell explosions. It pounded hard against his eardrums, getting closer and closer, until it reached a point - as if it were right next to him, and finally faded away again.

This period is not very long, but Zaitsev feels like a century has passed.

He got back up and slapped the dirt off his head and body. After a while, the whistle was blown again. "Prepare for battle!"

Without a moment's delay, he stood on top of the two stacked ammunition boxes, stuck his head out of the trench, then raised his gun and aimed at the trench of the Japanese army a few hundred meters away. Now, there is not a single figure in sight there, maybe not all day today, but perhaps, someone will rush out soon.

Zaitsev waited. But the first thing he waited for was the machine guns, the Japanese machine guns, there were several, and suddenly they opened fire rhythmically.

Then a Japanese officer crawled out of the trench, drew his saber, pointed the tip of the knife forward, and shouted at the same time.

Offensive. Zaitsev believed that this was the word that the Japanese officers were shouting, as hundreds of Japanese soldiers suddenly emerged from the trenches and charged with screams in their language - what sounded like "Banzai".

More gunfire came to his ears, Russian troops, Maxim machine guns and Nagan rifles. Zaitsev understood that this was the reaction of his colleagues to the attack of the Japanese, but he did not participate in their actions. The young soldier just put the saber-wielding Japanese officer into the door of the rifle and did nothing else.

His brain was occupied by a sudden surge of memory fragments. Many years ago, the story of a hunter, a child and a wolf.

Once again, the explosion occurred close to the trench, not dense, but very rapid, but the young soldier remained unmoved, still focused on his target.

He waited, then pulled the trigger.

The Japanese officer fell to the rear.

Without wasting time to confirm whether he had really achieved this achievement, and without celebrating, Zaitsev turned his gun to the next target - several Japanese officers with sabers in the firing range. He didn't care about the Japanese soldiers, others would stop them, and these people were rushing to the fruits of his labor last night.

"Minefield", Zaitsev is sure, the officer who gave the order to him used this word, it is still there, and the shelling has not been able to completely destroy it.

The Japanese soldiers, who knew nothing about it, had already rushed in.

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PS: This book dragged on for too long, I can't remember the previous plot clearly, if there are inconsistencies, please remind me, thank you (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )