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“…… In short, get in touch with the anti-Japanese forces in Formosa as soon as possible through your network in Nanyang and China. Then I will transfer the first batch of arms to you. Qin Lang said concludingly. They had discussed and agreed on many details, and now all that was left was the final warning before the end. "Remember what I said, and don't let anyone associate this matter with you."

"I understand." Situ Meitang once again assured, "Please rest assured that there will never be any accidents. ”

"Nothing will ever happen." Qin Lang thought, but didn't say it - there were already too many warnings. If Situ Meitang still messes things up, that's his own problem.

"Good luck, Mr. Szeto." This is the last word.

"Good luck to us, Mr. Qin." Here's the answer.

Then Situ Meitang pushed the door open and left the carriage. Immediately, the two messengers who had sent him a message an hour earlier—in fact, they were Qin Lang's guards—filled the void that had left him. They stared at Qin Lang, waiting for his order. But Qin Lang closed his eyes, as if he was going to rest for a while or think about something.

The trouble is that the carriage can neither be parked on the side of the road all the time, nor can it run around at will. After a moment's hesitation, one of the guards had no choice but to take the initiative - though he preferred to keep waiting; The same is true of his colleague - asking him, "Where are we going now, boss?" Washington? ”

"Washington." Qin Lang replied.

In Boston, he had only one purpose, and it had been achieved, so all he had to do now was to return to Washington immediately - and as soon as possible. As a high-profile and controversial public figure, he can't afford to disappear for too long, or there will be a lot of bizarre and headache-inducing speculation. And there is an extremely important thing that awaits him in Washington.

Before he left Washington, Qin Lang had already received the news that in a few days, at the White House, William. President McKinley would hang a medal representing America's highest military honor on his chest.

In other words, he is about to receive a Medal of Honor.

Good news.

Like other U.S. military members who have received the Medal of Honor, as well as U.S. citizens and foreign citizens who serve the U.S. military as non-combatants, Qin Lang will be happy, excited, and will celebrate—as it should be. But in reality, he only had a cold heart for the news, and some imperceptible boredom and headaches. After all, the Medal of Honor he received was only part of a deal, an expected result, and he caused him some trouble.

Qin Lang knew that many people, either publicly or privately, opposed the award of the Medal of Honor to him, and not just racists - although it was undeniable that racists formed the backbone of the opposition. However, in addition to these people, there are other opponents: members of the Democratic Party, anti-imperialists, conservatives, American servicemen with an overly strong sense of honor, and American servicemen who aspire to receive the Medal of Honor but do not get it......

Qin Lang understood the thoughts of these people. A pro-Republican leader of a Chinese-American mercenary who has won the highest military honor of the U.S. government for his large war business in a colony with another country will undoubtedly make everyone uncomfortable.

It is a widespread group taunt.

Racists hate the color of his skin, Democrats care about his political leanings, anti-imperialists accuse him of supporting imperialist colonial expansion, conservatives accuse him of participating in the destruction of America's glorious traditions, American servicemen with a strong sense of honor declare that his participation in the war is motivated by earning money rather than patriotism and therefore cannot be awarded medals, and American servicemen who do not receive medals think he is crowding out their places......

So they all sided against him.

Of course, this situation was still expected by Qin Lang's sight, and he enjoyed it—at least at first, Qin Lang liked to taunt his enemies. But then it turned into a nuisance that he hated: in Washington, he couldn't avoid the topics related to his Medal of Honor, and more than once people brought it up in front of him, expressed his opinions, and even had heated arguments in front of him, and yet he had to stand and watch with a diplomatic courtesy smile. So all he felt about it was boredom and headaches.

In this world, no one likes to be mentioned repeatedly, even if it's a very funny joke - luckily, after receiving what is probably the most controversial medal of honor, he can say "goodbye" to the joke that has already bored him and caused headaches.

It won't be long, soon.

Qin Lang put away his thoughts. Then he realized that, despite all his thoughts, time had only passed for a moment: the guard who had just asked him had just turned his head to the coachman: "Go to the docks." ”

The carriage was activated. An hour later, it stopped at a remote marina for mooring yachts.

"We're here, boss." One of the guards said, pushing open the car door and jumping out. Picked up by another guard in the car. But Qin Lang remained motionless, continuing to sit, his eyes closed, until an agent who had been left at the docks to look after the chartered yacht a few hours earlier—when he arrived in Boston—ran to the carriage.

"The yacht has five minutes to be ready, boss." He reported.

Qin Lang waved his hand. "Keep up your work."

"Yes, boss." However, the agent still stood by the carriage and did not leave - he had one more thing to report, but it might be a little hot. "A report from the Boston branch ......"

"Boston Branch?" Qin Lang's gaze suddenly became stern, and there was a voice, "I think I once stressed to you that don't tell anyone that I'm here, including the staff of the Boston branch. ”

"I haven't forgotten your warning, boss." The agent cautiously replied, "It's not our problem, though, Mr. Fisburn sent a telegram directly to the Department of Internal Affairs agents in Boston. ”

"Fisborne?" Qin Lang's anger subsided a little, "What does he want to do?" ”

"Mr. Fisborne has sent an update on the Wild Goose Commando." "You said that wherever you are, you must report it to you as soon as you hear about it. ”

"Yes, I did." Qin Lang put away his anger completely, "Where's the report?" ”

The agent pulled a discreetly folded telegram from his jacket pocket, handed it to him, and quickly ran away to complete the final preparations before the yacht departed.

Qin Lang began to read the telegram.

Fisborne's report was not entirely good news, and it could even be said that, with the exception of one thing, the "Wild Geese" commando had completed its basic mission to rescue Winston. Churchill then sent him to safety, and all the rest was bad news: the assault team was discovered by the Boers as they left the prisoner of war camp, pursued after four days of fierce fighting, and finally surrounded by an unknown farm, where they were almost completely annihilated. Fortunately, at that most critical moment, a British cavalry suddenly arrived to save everyone......

No, not all of them, just most of them. Qin Lang looked at the final casualty statistics of the report, two mercenaries were killed, one mercenary lost his arm, eleven mercenaries were seriously injured, and the rest also had different types and degrees of minor injuries. If there are no accidents, a significant part of the commando team will be removed from the company's employee list.

Very serious losses. If there is to be some exaggeration, it is the worst loss suffered by the Umbrella mercenaries since it was formed - in terms of the ratio of casualties to combatants, it is.

However, Qin Lang was not surprised...... More precisely, he did have some accidents, but by no means because of the heavy loss of personnel, but quite the opposite. According to his predictions, even if the "Wild Goose" commandos could complete the task, its losses would reach a third, or even close to half. Even, even if it were to be wiped out and the mission failed, that outcome would be acceptable.

Because sending a small commando force deep into the Boer-occupied territory to rescue Churchill was an extremely dangerous, almost crazy special mission - Umbrella's mercenaries did not have the necessary conditions to carry out this type of special infiltration mission and succeed: targeted training, no; Intelligence support, no; communication equipment, also none; support forces, or not; In the end, there is still no means of transportation.

Obviously, sending the "Wild Goose" commando team to the Natal colony to rescue Churchill under such a terrible situation undoubtedly ordered these mercenaries to commit suicide in that place - of course, this is why he named the operation code name "Wild Goose" - but Qin Lang did not think there was anything wrong with his approach.

He plotted a gamble and put an important big man into the game as a bargaining chip, but he won, so everything else was just an inconsequential matter, and Churchill would never know the truth; While some mercenaries have been lost, that loss can be quickly replaced, and the experience and lessons learned from the Wild Goose Commando will help Umbrella target existing but correctable deficiencies so that others can successfully complete the next similar long-range infiltration mission.

Perfect ending.

Qin Lang put the telegram away.

The agent also returned to the carriage at this time. "Boss, it's time to go." (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.) )