On the back seat of the car, Xiang Xiaoqiang resisted the urge to laugh and quietly bit his ears with Xiuxiu:

"Hey, your name is Xiuxiu, right? You're doing a good job, you're pretty good, like a real character. Thank you so hard! Does it hurt? ”

Xiuxiu stared at the back of the driver's head and shook her head nervously. The bumps in the car made her miserable, and she bit her lip and didn't want to say another word.

"It's inconvenient to speak," Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded understandingly, "Then I say you listen." When you get to the airport, you tell them you're coming by train. Was there a train in the Qing Dynasty at this time? Yes, right? Well, you say you're coming by train, and let them prepare a plane to take you and the captives back to Beijing. If your chest hurts, I'll deal with them when the time comes, and if it's really not good, you can come out and play big again. Alas, it's just that there are so many of us, small planes will definitely not work, and large planes don't know if there are ready-made ones. Anyway, whether it's a bomber or a transport plane, you have to grab one when the time comes. Well, I remember that at this time, there was a kind of "Junker-52" in Germany that was quite good, fifteen seats, just the right size. If only there was one here. ”

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Pukou, a military airport in the northern suburbs.

On the runway, a German-made "Junkers-52" is slowly slowing down, turning at the end of the runway, the propeller roaring, and slowly driving into the lawn next to it. The small lights on both sides of the main runway went out, and the airport was plunged into darkness again, with only a few bits of cold light reflected off the planes in the moonlight.

Under the tower, a military truck that had been waiting for a long time turned on its headlights and bounced on the lawn in the direction of the small airliner. The bright light swept to the dark fuselage of the small plane, and the bright yellow dragon pattern on it was quite eye-catching.

There were fourteen squares on the plane.

She had been in her villa in Beijing a few hours earlier, having just finished dinner and was enjoying a barrel bath. But after receiving the call from the Pukou Branch Office that the Ming Dynasty submarine had been sunk and all the crew members had been captured alive, he immediately climbed out of the barrel excitedly and called for a plane. Fourteen Gege understood too well the political significance of this matter. She must be present in person to participate in the interrogation as soon as possible. It's not just about getting a codebook. In particular, the captives were all women, and the issue was even more sensitive. How this matter is handled and to what extent it is handled will have a major impact on the international reputation of the Qing and Ming dynasties, as well as on the prestige of the navies of the two countries.

She asked people to pick up a few clothes and put them in a suitcase, brought her powerful radio station, and brought her personal maid Kobayashi May, who had been with her since Japan, and flew directly to Pukou without telling anyone, just like her mysterious and efficient style in the past.

The high level of excitement sent a flurry of inspiration through Fourteen's mind, and the whole plan was thought of almost instantly. She was going to suggest that the imperial court make an exception and open a large, open, high-profile military tribunal to invite journalists and diplomats from various countries to attend. This will be a big exhibition of the Qing Dynasty, and the "exhibit" is these twelve Ming Dynasty sailors.

Considering that the Qing and Ming dynasties did not recognize each other as legitimate countries, and that they had a long-standing and openly hostile relationship, it is probably not possible to be charged with "water violations", and they can be tried for "espionage". Let the court sentence them to heavy sentences first, and then the emperor will come forward and mercifully pardon them. You can let a few people go back to reunite with their families, and then let a few others "voluntarily" stay in the Qing Dynasty to live, arrange for them to marry high-ranking officials and nobles, and then arrange for the media to report on their happy life from poor female soldiers to empress dowagers.

Such a clever series of treatments will disgrace the Ming Dynasty in front of the whole world, and give the Qing Dynasty a benevolent and just image - the Ming Dynasty authorities sent these girls over as spies, regardless of their lives or deaths, but the Qing Dynasty mercifully pardoned them and gave them a rich and happy life.

When she sat on the plane, thinking about all this intoxicated, and made a wireless call to the Pukou branch office to make arrangements, she found that she was tired. Unfortunately, as the supreme commander, she only knew the number of the office of the head of the branch office, and could not notify the others in the branch office, so she could only try to mobilize those troops that she did not have the right to move. But just like the rest of the Qing army, the various organs of the Pukou Army were also inefficient and lax, and tonight was the weekend, too many officers went to have fun, and there was no one who could send troops to arrest her in a huge military defense area. Fourteen Gege's emotions suddenly dropped from the peak to the lowest point. It was just now, when the plane was about to land, that he contacted the secretary of the local commander and promised to think of a way.

The truck listened to the small plane, and a dozen big men jumped down. They are not guardsmen, but pilots. When the airport officer on duty received the landing request, he knew who was coming. He couldn't find a commander and couldn't transfer the airport guard, so he had an idea and gathered a dozen pilots who were still in the dormitory, brought pistols, and temporarily served as Gege's bodyguards. But then again, most of the pilots of the Qing army are the children of the flag people, and this is also the most reliable bodyguard.

Before the plane had come to a stop, and the big tires of the landing gear were still rolling slowly on the grass, the gangway was lowered, and a young officer jumped down in three steps and two steps, first a suitcase from the hatch, and then a large canvas bag with an antenna exposed. Seeing this, the two nearest pilots hurried forward to help. The young officer handed them over, stepped aside, stomped his feet twice in the cold wind, rubbed his arms as he pulled out a pair of white gloves and put them on.

"Oops...... Poof! ”

A girl's scream, and then a mass of something rolled out of the hatch and fell like dough to the grass. Several pilots hurriedly ran forward and carefully picked up a thin figure. The girl who was lifted up was also dressed in a military uniform, with an aggrieved face, sandwiched between the pilots with big shoulders and round waists, like a little chick.

A group of big men reacted in an instant, and they took a few steps back in a panic, slapped their sleeves in unison, and one Qian'er fell down, shouting indiscriminately:

"Aha XX, Ndur Lin, Ezhi Ni Xianle Hebobaimi!" (Manchu: Slave XX, kneel and ask the master to be safe!) ）

The little girl stood stupidly, looking at a large number of men kneeling on one knee, and looking supplicantly at the young officers who were helping behind the truck.

The young officer shook his head helplessly, and while helping to push the dead canvas bag onto the truck, he turned back and shouted:

"Ili!" (Manchu: Get up!) Flat! ）

Hearing another woman's voice, a large number of men looked up in surprise to see the little girl in front of them with her mouth slightly open in embarrassment, pointing weakly in the direction of the truck.

I saw the young officer run quickly to the wheelhouse, open the door, sit down in the passenger seat, and poke his head out and shout anxiously:

"Ily! Get in the car! ”

Although the voice is agitated, it is mellow and slightly magnetic, which is very good.

Everyone stared blankly at this "young officer" - narrow shoulders, slender neck, thin chin, two bars and three small black dragonflies on the epaulettes. The face is not clear in the shadow of the large-brimmed hat, but the gaze is quite sharp, as if shining like a cat.

"Ahh A large number of men reacted again, turned around in unison, and slapped their sleeves again, "Aha XX, Ndur Lin, Ezhi Ni Xianle Hebo Baimi!" "Another Qian'er stabbed down.

Fourteen Gege slammed his fist on the horn button, and after a few seconds of deafening whistle, he poked his head out again, looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and asked in a pleading voice:

"Guys, can you get on the bus?"

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