"And ......" Deng Jian rambled on the outside of the written report.

"The conclusion is ......" Zhong Xiahuo just wanted to hear the conclusion.

"The conclusion is that we must spend at least a month stockpiling ammunition and materials intended for the Ulan-Ude campaign, the Chita Raiders have almost exhausted our heavy artillery ammunition reserves, and the attack on the Selenga-Uda River line where the Russian army has been operating for months and the heavily fortified Ulan-Ude fortress cannot be without the support of heavy artillery...... In addition, taking into account the problem of lengthening the supply line during the operation, and the fact that the enemy will definitely destroy transportation facilities on a large scale when retreating, we must reserve engineering equipment in time, and at the same time request the base camp to replenish more civilian workers, mules and horses......"

"That means there is no possibility of an offensive within a month?"

"Yes, we have to stock up on supplies, and at the same time we have to send troops to build roads, and some of the mules and horses that pull the guns will also be transferred to transport ammunition......"

"Damn, it's all about supplies...... Zhong Xiahuo's complaint had to degenerate into helplessness.

"Take your time, we've done our best before we can fight a blitzkrieg, how about a drink? The condolence group of the Chamber of Commerce in Tianjin sent a lot of good wine......"

"Is there a good second pot head?" As soon as he heard that there was good wine, Zhong Xiahuo immediately threw away the Hardman cigarette on his lips.

"Nonsense." Deng Jian shrugged.

"Let's go." Zhong Xiahuo stepped on the cigarette butt on the ground.

The earth is still turning, and the days are still to pass.

It was the afternoon of June 10.

Jingshi Xizhaosi Street, the private residence of Prime Minister Viscount Zhang Zhigao.

A black "Wang Hu" drove into the spacious courtyard, where the hostess of the house, His Excellency Luo Sulan, Minister of Culture and Education, had been waiting for a long time.

"Please come over here."

Luo Sulan personally led the visitors to the hall.

"I've been bothering you......"

The visitor followed the living room, supported by a guard in a black suit, and words of gratitude popped out of his mouth from time to time.

"It's nothing, it's all what I should do, in fact, the hardest thing is you, Wuwei Gong......"

The visitor was Liu Yun, the Duke of Wuwei, who had resigned due to illness not long ago.

After the host and guest sat down, and the servants served tea, Liu Yun went directly to the topic: "Has Qianhua really figured it out?" ”

"Almost, I talk to her for a while every day, in fact, she can't bear to see you like this, but she still needs time, after all, a lot of things have happened before, and it is not easy for her to accept the current family at once......"

"I know this, I've thought about it, first take her to Xiangshan Villa, I have been living there recently to recuperate, I can have the opportunity to communicate with her more, there happen to be a few defectors of the task force living there, let those contemporaries with her accompany her to relieve her boredom......"

"That's fine...... She's been sullen all the time, and I don't know if there's anything I can do to make her happy, so how much more do you have to worry about......"

"Let's talk about it after a while, has she just been reading lately?"

"In addition to studying, she often goes to the physical education department of Feifeng Women's University to play ball or something, and recently learned to drive a car here......

"Thank you for your hard work...... Liu Yun was a little too polite, since he fell ill last time, he talked about Qianhua the most.

"It's nothing, it's all accompanied by our butler and the captain of the guard, I don't have much hard work." Obviously, Luo Sulan did not intend to take credit for this.

"Then I'll call her out now, you father and daughter talk slowly, I'll stare outside first, if it doesn't work, don't worry......"

"I know, I'm sorry for you......"

A moment after Luo Sulan withdrew from the court, Liu Qianhua, who was wearing a European-style dress with a snow-white background, finally appeared in front of the anxious Liu Yun.

"Thousand Birch...... This dress is very ...... Beautiful......" Liu Yun carefully picked out the words, he was no longer surprised by his daughter's beauty, and the cross of debt weighed heavily on his heart...... The front and back of the cross were nailed to his daughter and his ex-wife, and the blood-red wood of the cross was soaked in fourteen years of time and love and hate......

"It's uncomfortable to wear...... Aunt Luo must let me wear this ......" Qianhua hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to raise her head to meet Liu Yun's gaze.

"Sit down......" After saying this, Liu Yun suddenly got stuck, and Qian Hua, who lifted her skirt and sat down on the tediously decorated Versailles-style chair, did not take the initiative to speak.

The awkward silence lasted for some time.

"En'...... cough" used the deliberate coughing sound as a cover, but Liu Yun opened his mouth first, "Are you willing to go to Xiangshan Villa with me?" I mean, you don't have to go back to the Duke's Palace right away, but stay at the Fragrant Hills Villa for a while, and the few defectors from the task force also live there, and I think you might have something to talk about......"

"I'm not interested in them." As soon as he heard the word task force, Qianhua's face immediately became ugly.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't go, you can live wherever you like, and you can ask me whatever you want...... I have already arranged the matter of your identity, and the Imperial Household Agency has also issued a certificate of confirmation of noble status, you will be the eldest lady of my Duke Wuwei Mansion in the future, as long as you want, I can also pass on this hereditary title to you......" In front of Qianhua, Liu Yun is like a tiger with sharp teeth removed, how can his shriveled cheeks highlight his proud domineering?

"I'm not interested in that title either." Qianhua subconsciously tugged at the hair next to her ear.

"That ......" Liu Yun, who was hit again, tried to throw out more temptations.

"I've figured it out," Qianhua interrupted him abruptly, "I'd better go home with you." ”

"What? Are you really willing to ......" Liu Yun couldn't believe that his daughter would immediately agree to go home with him, and couldn't help but be surprised, happy and suspicious.

"Since you have already said to the outside world that I am your daughter, if I still live here, it will definitely cause trouble to Aunt Luo and them, if I don't live in your house, others will gossip about you, and if I go back with you, there will be no such problems, but there is one thing, I will not call that woman a mother at home anyway, if not, you will leave me alone, I am not a Duchess or a lady, I can live alone in this world."

"No problem, as long as you are willing to go back, you can ...... whatever you want" Liu Yun couldn't wait to raise his underwear as a white flag to wave at his daughter.

"Also, you can say to all the people in this world that my mother has died a long time ago, but I believe that she must still live well in that world world, and she must live longer than you and me, I hope you don't forget this!"

"Yes, yes, of course I won't forget your mother...... So...... Can I go back today? Liu Yun was a little impatient.

"You can go now, I don't have anything to pack." Chiba seems to have completely ignored her father's humble attitude.

Luo Sulan, who was hiding behind the door, made a "V" gesture to Liu Yun from the half-open crack of the door.

The family life of a couple, who had been influenced by a young unmarried woman, had finally calmed down.

On the same day, at dusk, in Jiaozhou Bay, Shandong, a huge fleet consisting of 6 first-class battleships, 10 first-class armored cruisers, 20 light cruisers, 32 destroyers, and 2 water-engine carriers set sail. The main force of the Combined Fleet embarked on a new journey, and almost a week earlier, most of the forces of this fleet had been involved in the blockade of the port of Vladivostok in the Sea of Japan.

On the left flybridge of the "Ruixiang," the general flagship of the Combined Fleet, Vice Admiral Lin Taizeng, commander of the Combined Fleet, was holding a teacup with his adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Ye Fei and Rear Admiral Sa Zhenbing, chief of staff of the Combined Fleet, admiring the magnificent scene of the sunset obscured by the soot from 70 warships.

"Are we drinking tea or coal water?" Sa Zhenbing didn't seem to be satisfied with the taste of the bitter tea in the cup.

"Think of it as coal water, and you can use it as coal to burn when you pull it out." Lin Taizeng's jokes are not clever.

"The two chiefs are in such a good mood, I think they must be in the chest." Ye Fei didn't dare to upset any of the chiefs.

Lin Tai took a sip of tea, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, leaned on the railing of the flying bridge, did not face anyone, and said as if he was not going to say anything to anyone: "This expedition is not a joke, it is necessary to annihilate the Russian fleet quickly and as completely as possible, especially the sea area where the interception is scheduled is itself a sensitive area, if you don't know it, the Sino-British alliance will end here, and it is not impossible to accidentally provoke the French, if you win the battle but lose the strategy, the previous sacrifice is not worth it- Although the British and French Far East Fleets combined are not our opponents, the crux of the problem is not this, if the Russian army is defeated, the remnants will inevitably flee to the ports of British Malaysia, French Indochina, the Dutch East Indies, the American Philippines and even Siam......

Sa Zhenbing had other ideas: "I'm thinking, after the fall of the First Pacific Fleet, is it still possible for the Second Pacific Fleet to pass through the Strait of Malacca?" If the commander of the opposing side thinks that the Second Pacific Fleet alone cannot defeat our army, will he lead his fleet back to the sea? ”

Lin Tai didn't care: "It doesn't matter, if they return, we can also save some shells, our mission is to clear the Russian warships in the western Pacific, not to destroy all the warships of the Russian Empire." ”

Ye Fei suddenly interjected: "I don't think the enemy will drive back." ”

"How so?"

"It's just a feeling, a feeling, hehe......"

Just as Ye Fei was touching his head and smirking, the sun sank serenely, quietly, not eternally, behind the coast of the Shandong Peninsula.

"Hopefully it's a good day."

This was the last sentence left by Lieutenant General Lin Taizeng on the flybridge that day.