As soon as he entered the door, he heard Fang Tianhua's slow and solid rhetoric: "I think this is just a reassuring gesture." In order to cover for the 'normalization of the alternation of political power' that the civilian officials have always advocated, the shouting and shouting and killing in the back are just to save some face for the military leaders and try not to make them feel that they have been defeated by the civilian officials......"

Wu Haisong sneered: "The normalization advocated by civilian officials is actually their own people taking turns to sit in the village, right?" The political resources are in their hands, and the rules are also set by them, they can play as much as they want, and the military bigwigs don't make a sound when they fart - hey, Xiao Liang is here, sit down. ”

Fang Tianhua nodded slightly to Liang Gensheng, and then continued Wu Haisong's words and said slowly: "The era of the military department dominating politics has passed, and under the formation of a stable ruling order, it is a matter of course to govern the military with civilians, and soldiers only know how to 'fight' but do not know how to conduct 'war' The essence of war is a political means, and political problems must be solved by politicians. ”

"Are you saying that what we lack most now is the kind of politician who can lead a 'war' rather than a 'war'?"

Yang Yuxiang, the hostess who was lazy lying on the soft couch, smiled very charmingly, which made Wu Haisong can't help but glare at her.

"I didn't say that." Fang Tianhua shrugged his shoulders and reached out to take the teacup in front of him.

Yang Yuxiang tilted his head and smiled, and turned to greet Liang Gensheng: "Xiao Liang." I heard that you have been lucky lately? ”

"Sort of......

Liang Gensheng lowered his head and smiled, not resisting.

"What about that guy in your house? Famous lady, it's not easy to settle, right? ”

Yang Yuxiang doesn't open which pot to mention.

Liang Gensheng looked resigned to fate: "Let's take one step at a time, who knows what the way is?" Don't worry about that yet, what's the good thing tonight? ”

Fang Tianhua smiled: "You kid thinks about good things all day long...... How? Promoted again? ”

Liang Genchang sighed: "There is nothing that is not promoted, it's not just the matter of the special operations force preparation department, the name of the army has finally been removed, and it has been changed to the joint special operations force headquarters, which is independent and directly under the General Staff Department." ”

"Directly under the General Staff? The General Staff is only a military command organ, and legally speaking, it should be the same as the Marine Corps Command, directly under the National Defense Headquarters, right? ”

Liang Gensheng took the wine glass handed by Wu Haisong, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know about this." ”

Wu Haisong snapped his fingers and said: "What else is not clear, this is very simple, directly under the General Staff Headquarters, isn't it directly under His Majesty, the most elite and loyal special operations troops, of course, must be directly under His Majesty, the aftermath of the 82 coup has not disappeared, even if the military leaders have a stalk in their hearts, they have nothing to say, hahaha......"

Yang Yuxiang stroked the slit nightdress, got up and said with a smile: "The power comes out of the barrel of the gun, and it is necessary to remove the obstacles to the implementation of one's own major policies, and it is nothing to divide the military power of the army head, but on the one hand, he strives to seize power, and on the other hand, he shouts the slogan of collective withdrawal after the war, what is the deep meaning......

The door was suddenly pushed open. The porter who was guiding Liang Gensheng just now came in in a panic, and said breathlessly: "Yes...... It's the emperor, the emperor has arrived! ”

After two puffs of cigarettes, the empress Liu Qianhua, wearing a simple dark dress and a fur warm hat, appeared in front of everyone, followed only by the female official Ye Jingying.

The six people in the room had already set up their postures, knelt on one knee, and shouted in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live the empire." ”

"All right, get up—mirror, you wait outside, and let the steward bring you a chair."

Sent away the female official who was flirting with Pan Guochen, Qianhua took off the warm hat and put it in her hand, picked the soft couch that looked the most comfortable, sat down according to the skirt, took a brocade satin pillow and put it under one elbow, and then raised her head and said, "Sit down." ”

After the six of them sat down, Qianhua turned to Wu Haisong and half-jokingly said, "Why do I think you are saying bad things about me behind my back again?" The aftermath lingers, and it still looks like it is in my ears. ”

Wu Haisong's eyes rolled, his hands pressed to his knees, and he bowed his head respectfully and said, "The emperor is shengming." I did talk about the emperor just now, but it's not a bad word......"

Qianhua tilted her head - her waist-length hair, which was deliberately straightened, swayed like a waterfall, took the new wine glass handed by Yang Yuxiang, and let her pour red wine.

"Oh? What did you talk about me? Tell me about it? ”

Wu Haisong cleared his throat and said with a smile: "It's about the last 'Final Order' meeting, and the ministers are all amazed by the emperor's wisdom and wisdom......

"Wu Haisong thinks that the emperor is playing tricks to seize power from the military leaders, and Yang Yuxiang suspects that the emperor has ulterior motives for proposing that the group withdraw from the front line after the war." Fang Tianhua crossed his hands in front of his chest and interjected lightly.

Wu Haisong and his wife, who were slapped in the face, glared at Fang Tianhua fiercely, turned around and tried to explain with a smile, but before the two of them could speak, Qian Hua, who was shaking the goblet, had already taken over the conversation.

"It's natural to have this kind of thought, you suddenly attacked without saying hello today, and you didn't come to play the emperor's majesty, some things, if you don't have the right time, even if it's you, you can't explain it too thoroughly, is it understandable?"

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly nodded like chickens pecking rice.

"At the last meeting, our Quartermaster made a lot of complaints, what do you think?"

Qian Hua asked coldly, her sincere gaze sweeping over everyone's faces.

After a few seconds of silence, Fang Tianhua slowly spoke: "No matter what kind of advanced concept it is, if it is not cultivated and planted on the soil that is suitable for it, it will often backfire. Improving the soil in the fields will not take a few years, but improving the social soil of four or five billion people is an arduous and systematic project, even if it takes several generations. It may not be able to reach the ideal state at the beginning, and the twists and turns between them can neither be simulated by computers, nor can they be accurately predicted by relying on the so-called advanced theories of later generations. ”

Speaking of this, he paused and glanced up at Qianhua.

Qianhua blinked noncommittally: "Go on." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Your Majesty probably doesn't want to fight this war, and neither does the mainstream of the civil service. According to a survey conducted by the Cabinet Intelligence Office, the majority of the peasant strata who made up more than 80 percent of the population had no interest in the war that claimed to liberate others, and their greatest wish was to pay off the state's land price as soon as possible and to own their own land in the place where their families had settled for a long time. Even if they are forced to live on the whole paper because of poor management, or because of the lack of land and the large number of people, there are still ways to recruit workers in factories, and even the most unbearable contract workers, or so-called so-called apprentices, redeemed themselves after two or three years, have become skilled workers, enough to support their families. ”

"The workers don't want to go to war, and most of the middle and lower classes are too busy with life to care about politics or are more susceptible to the influence of socialists; Although the middle and upper classes have a little leisure and financial resources, they are more concerned with improving their own quality of life, and of course, there are not a few who are only psychologically inclined to war policy. The large number of unemployed workers created by the pre-war economic crisis may wish to change their fate. But the outbreak of war has turned the employment situation around, and most people prefer to go back to the factory rather than go to war. ”

"Small and medium-sized capitalists expect to make war profits, but most of them are unwilling to make too many sacrifices for the war. In the first two wars, the government-run capital and the political and business chaebols monopolized most of the interests, and after the seizure of Nanyang this time, it was these big capitals who monopolized everything, and the vast number of small and medium-sized capitalists were already dissatisfied with this, but the war did bring them some benefits, and since they were unable to compete with the big capital, they had to be satisfied with the leftovers at present. ”

"The main force that drives and supports the war. Naturally, it was the military department, as well as the bureaucratic class and the political, business, and plutocratic class that were influenced or held hostage by the military department, as well as a part of the petty bourgeoisie that was deeply influenced by militarist propaganda. Needless to say, the fanaticism of the petty bourgeoisie, of course, the military department has its own arguments, what is the improvement of the people's living standards through the acquisition of colonial and semi-colonial profits, and what is the acceleration of agricultural capitalization through mass immigration; Bureaucrats and political, business, and chaebols also have their own calculations, and they are trying to get rid of international debts and expand overseas monopoly markets. These are of course very important factors, but in the final analysis, it is the military bigwigs who have crossed over that can't wait to realize their dream of conquering the world world or something before they die. ”

"We've known this for a long time......

Yang Yuxiang interjected disapprerovingly, as if she was still worried about the slap in the face just now.

Qian Hua glanced at her obliquely, nodded slightly at Fang Tianhua, and encouraged, "And then?" ”

Fang Tianhua said confidently: "But now the situation is different, after the coup d'état of 82, His Majesty basically tamed the military department, and through the final order meeting, His Majesty ensured the extremely considerable basic interests and choices of all the members of the group, which can be regarded as a peaceful purchase of the bureaucratic group that controls the official capital." Without the support of the military ministry and the bureaucracy, the political, business, and chaebol could not support themselves. As for the fanatical petty bourgeoisie, it is not difficult to divert their fanaticism to other areas, as long as the military department and the bureaucracy are united in their support for the emperor. It will be easier for small and medium-sized capitalists to get rid of it, and let go of the markets that were originally closed to them, and the restrictions on credit will also be relaxed. The broad masses of workers and peasants were reluctant to die, and ending the war was a supreme grace to them, and although most of them did not have political power, they were the cornerstone of the royal family and the empire, and it was up to them to normalize the system. ”

Qian Hua pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, and leaned back: "How do you know that I don't want to conquer the world in one go?" ”

Fang Tianhua smiled quite confidently: "No war can be a complete total war, no country can be a soldier for all, and no one can be completely subordinated to the needs of war. All wartime mobilization can only be partial, and the key to a successful war is to establish a sustainable balance between military and social needs. And politics is the key to establishing that balance. ”

"I do not believe that the current political system, which is far from stable and is still in a complex transition period, and that it is in the midst of a slow transition from a unified dynasty to a modern nation-state, is not sufficient to establish that reliable balance in an overly protracted war. In the face of this world that has been completely subverted by the butterfly effect, and due to the limitations of its own social environment, the empire does not have the ability to solve all problems in one war, and may not even be able to achieve its goals through conventional forces in the next war. The only way for the Empire to conquer the world was to achieve mass production of nuclear weapons ahead of schedule. ”

As soon as he heard the word "nuclear weapon", Pan Shaoan reflexively said: "Atomic bomb? We'll have to wait a long time for that thing......"

"I know that there should be no hope for this war." Fang Tianhua tilted his head and said.

Qianhua swapped the position of her feet, raised her glass and looked up, and sneered non-directionally: "You guys, you know too much. ”

"Your Majesty's Majesty means...... Forget it this time, wait until next time you have saved up enough nuclear bombs, and then ...... in one go"

Wu Haisong, who had just suffered a loss, cautiously probed.

"It's easy to start a war, but it's difficult to end the war, and now you can't stop it, and you can't really sit down and talk until both sides are exhausted and the people's hearts fluctuate." Yang Yuxiang shrugged her shoulders and said, she has never been polite to her husband, even in front of outsiders.

"It's man-made, not to mention that it is even more important to take precautions, and the Counsellorical Office has recently received some information that is difficult to confirm, and it seems that Britain and Germany are in some kind of contact through unofficial channels, and it is very ruled out that they are preparing for peace talks." Wu Haisong has no reason to spread rumors.

Qianhua put down the wine glass, nodded slightly at Wu Haisong, and responded in a seemingly casual tone: "I've heard all this, and Director Su is still trying to find a way to confirm it, but it's not surprising that civilized whites are constantly filling the trenches with human lives on the European continent, and the yellow people who were once considered barbarians are easily receiving the colonies they have conquered for hundreds of years behind their backs. The British were hurt, there is nothing to say, no matter how greedy the Germans are, seeing our momentum of sweeping across the two oceans and stepping on the boundary islands of the world, how can he be confident that after the end of the war he will still have enough strength to grab colonies with us? ”

Pan Guochen, who had been silent in the corner for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak: "So...... The worst situation of being besieged by the whole world ......"

Qian Hua interrupted him unceremoniously: "Wu Haisong is right, we have to take precautions, no matter what the situation becomes after the worst comes, we must keep as much space as possible to deal with it." I'm here today to assign you a task, the old rules, do you understand? ”

Everyone was speechless and waited with bated breath.

"Fang Tianhua, your task is ......"

……

In the middle of the dark exterior wall, in the middle of the dark exterior wall, only one room had a lonely blazing light in the window, which quickly faded and dissipated in the foggy night.

Through the window, only a middle-aged man with a bird's nest head and a huge square-framed eye on his nose could be seen in the room, leaning over a workbench in the center of the room that was more than one person long and half a person wide, holding a folding ruler and a pencil and tinkering with something on a drawing.

The sudden knock at the door made him look unhappy, and he did not raise his head, but replied impatiently, "Come in." ”

A uniformed man with a thin body, sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and about the same age as the head of the bird's nest in the house, pushed the door in, and as soon as he entered the door, he couldn't stop nodding his head and apologized: "Brother Wen Tao is really still here, I came to visit late at night, I was disturbed, I really can't help it......"

Known as "Brother Wentao", the head of the bird's nest is the owner of this office, as well as the leader of this compound of the Ministry of Communications, which covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters, Zhirui Hou Jiang Wentao.

"It's Lao He, why don't you call first, I'll let you prepare some supper below......"

Jiang Wentao dropped his ruler pen, rubbed his hands and looked up, his expression relaxed slightly-the person he called "Lao He" was the leader of the Ministry of Science and Technology compound opposite, Jin Ruihou He Xin.

"I'm here today to introduce you to a person."

He Xin said, turned sideways, and a handsome and energetic rear admiral in his thirties walked out behind him - it was Pan Guochen, who was currently the commissioner of the First Air Fleet in the base camp.

Jiang Wentao blinked in confusion: "Isn't this Commissioner Pan, cough, what do you do so formally, it's all your own people, just call directly if you have something." ”

Pan Guochen bowed his head and said respectfully: "I have heard the name of my predecessors for a long time, and I have long wanted to pay a formal visit, but I just ......"

Jiang Wentao didn't wait for him to finish, then waved his hand aggressively: "Okay, okay, there is no need for polite words, come in and sit, I don't know how to entertain people, it's always a mess here, you just do it." ”

He Xin glanced at Pan Guochen, then led him to find two empty chairs on the side of the workbench, and was about to sit down, but Pan Guochen became interested in the drawings laid on the workbench, took two steps forward, and carefully examined them.

It turned out that this was a battleship design drawing, still in the sketch stage, and there were traces of smearing in many places, and two neat big characters were written with a brush in the upper left corner - "Dingyuan", which seemed to be the name given by the owner of the sketch to this imaginary battleship.

The protruding bulbous bow, slender hull, simple and towering superstructure, two striking large chimneys, four huge triple main turrets and up to twelve twin secondary turrets, dense anti-aircraft gun mounts, and a large number of various radar antennas do not look like they were designed for this era.

Looking at the design data in the upper right corner, Pan Guochen couldn't help but take a deep breath, and secretly shouted in his heart: "I'm x, this is too meaningful——"

The data on the graph is as follows:

The length and width of the full-length waterline have a normal draft

Standard displacement: 128401 tons, full load displacement: 144966 tons.

Powerplant: 4 steam turbines with a total power of 283,000 hp.

Maximum speed: 30 knots, endurance: 16,000 nautical miles / 15 knots.

Firepower:

4 triple 480mm L50 guns.

12 twin 152-mm high-level dual-purpose guns.

30 quadruple 40-mm anti-aircraft guns.

25 quadruple 20-mm anti-aircraft guns.

16 twin 20-mm anti-aircraft guns.

Armor Protection:

……

Without waiting for Pan Guochen to finish reading, he saw Jiang Wentao casually pull the tablecloth at one end of the workbench, cover the drawings tightly, and turn to look at Pan Guochen like a prisoner: "If you don't have anything to do, you should relax your nerves - what do you want to drink?" ”

Pan Guochen waved his hand and said, "No, don't bother......"

He Xin secretly grabbed him, nodded and smiled: "Coffee." ”

Jiang Wentao tilted his head in satisfaction and reached out to get the phone.

"Get some coffee, three cups, and some more sugar."

Putting down the microphone, Jiang Wentao turned around and took an armchair, which was placed opposite Pan Guochen, with his elbows supporting the armrests and his fingers crossed in front of his chest, looking like he couldn't wait to get to the point: "Say, what are you looking for me?" ”

……