Chapter 218: The Autumn of the Decisive Battle? (x)
Qi Peng glanced at where the voice came from, and snorted from his nose angrily: "The surname is Zheng, you are still here." ”
"My fiancée and brother-in-law are here, where else can I go?"
Zheng An, the former intelligence officer of the Intelligence Department of the General Staff who was still lying on the sofa and holding a bottle of beer in his hand, sat up slowly, showing off his dark skin and strong arms in a pretentious gesture.
"You have a fart fiancée, who is your brother-in-law? The tooth that was knocked out last time hasn't been filled yet, so where is the itch this time? ”
Qi Peng shouted in his mouth, his fists creaked, Zheng An was not moved, but opened his five fingers and covered his chest, his expression was slightly exaggerated: "Of course my heart is itchy."
"Sister, you say, how do you want to clean up this scoundrel today, my brother will help you decide."
Qi Peng's call didn't attract Qi Bing's attention, she just looked up at the ceiling and sighed blankly: "It's boring, I want to go back to fly the plane." ”
Qi Bing, who was usually eccentric, said such listless words at this moment, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other, bowing their heads to each other and being speechless for a while.
Liu Ping knew that Qi Bing had inadvertently said what was on everyone's mind, but he must not let this kind of love spread.
"As long as we don't give up, the independent air force will definitely be able to do it, just like we were in the sky before, no matter how strong the enemy is, God will block and kill God, and Buddha will block and destroy Buddha!"
After releasing these cruel words with true feelings, Liu Ping changed his words: "Before that, I hope everyone is mentally prepared." Zhengzhì, it's not so fun - what Lin Ying said just now is right, now that the emperor has been forced out of the palace, the elders insist on abolishing me, the regent, it must not be a difficult thing. At that time, your future will inevitably be affected. ”
Speaking of which. Liu Ping looked around at everyone with an expressionless face: "If you don't want to advance and retreat with this king, you can leave now, this king will make proper arrangements, and there will be no involvement from now on." ”
In the huge office, everyone was speechless for a while. Everyone held their breath, and Liu Ping seemed to be able to hear the autumn breeze blowing in the window.
"Those who are willing to stay, from now on, cheer me up, watch more, listen and think more, make plans in a down-to-earth manner, wait quietly for the opportunity, and achieve our common cause for our common ideals."
Let's talk about it. Liu Ping grabbed the thick-bottomed whiskey glass on the table, closed his eyes and drank it all.
There was no admiration, no applause, and no "long live".
Qi Bing picked up her coffee cup and sipped it one after another, with a little less morning haze and more afternoon sunshine in her eyes.
Qi Peng smiled and put the cigar in his mouth. Free your hand to pour wine for Liu Ping.
Lin Ying took out a Kinhard door cigarette with gold leaf wrapped in gold leaf on the filter and handed it to Liu Ping with one hand. One hand lit a lighter.
Yang Zhiyong raised the whiskey glass in his hand, nodded to Liu Ping, and then also bottomed out.
Zheng An raised the beer bottle in front of him, as if he was going to greet Liu Ping, but he opened his mouth coldly: "Politics and air combat are actually the same thing, and you can't win by determination alone." ”
Qi Peng was furious. took a handful of cigars from his lips and walked in front of Zheng An in two steps.
"The surname is Zheng, what do you mean? Your Highness has just cheered everyone up, and you have poured cold water on you again! ”
Liu Ping took a cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand to stop Qi Peng.
"Let him continue."
Zheng An raised his eyes and smiled. Gu Dong poured half a bottle of beer, and reached out to wipe his mouth: "Don't say anything else, it's the matter of the Independent Air Force, just rely on us people to make trouble, and we know that it's impossible to think about it with our butts." ”
As soon as these words came out, Lin Ying also came over angrily: "We can't do it, you can't do it?" ”
Zheng An didn't care, stared at the beer bottle and continued: "First of all, the chips in His Highness's hands are pitiful, even if the old guys clearly regret it, it is useless for His Highness to tear his face. ”
"Secondly, although we people have a little military merit, our qualifications are too shallow after all, and we will inevitably be despised when we do things."
"In the end, it is still a chess game between the emperor and the elders, and we are just pawns at the forefront, and we can't control the overall situation at all."
After hearing this, Qi Peng tilted his head and sneered: "According to what you say, we have to do nothing, eat and wait for death?" ”
"The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman wins. The most important thing at the moment is to lie dormant with peace of mind, not to come out, not to stand in line, and to wait and watch the chess players play. In addition to this, carefully gather talent and contact allies. At that time, no matter who wins or loses, or the world is in turmoil, His Highness will have the opportunity to fight for the greatest benefit with the least loss. ”
Zheng An said, raised his head and blew the small half bottle of beer in his hand to the bottom, held the bottle and smiled at Liu Ping: "My subordinates think that the matter of the independent air force is just scratching the surface, and the dispute between the imperial party and the elders is fundamental, and it is not decided at all, so how can we talk about the skin?" I wonder what His Highness thinks? ”
Before Liu Ping could speak, Qi Peng had already clenched his fists forward, snatched the empty bottle in Zheng An's hand, and said resolutely: "Since this is the case, we should try our best to do everything possible to lay the foundation for His Highness at the cost of his life!" ”
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“…… Although there was a difference of one day between the general offensive of the Chinese and German armies, in terms of results, it was still carefully planned and coordinated, and the scale of the troops invested was only a lot more than that of the so-called 'summer offensive' three months ago. ”
In Petrograd, five time zones away, in the Winter Palace, the seat of the Provisional Government of the Russian Republic, in a room overlooking the Neva River, Alekseev, chief of the General Staff of the Russian army, holding a whip, was absentmindedly explaining the war situation to several senior officials of the Provisional Government.
"Correspondingly, the losses suffered by our army in the summer operations have not yet been fully replenished, and the sudden change in the political system has caused confusion in the minds of officers and men......
“…… To sum up, the General Staff believes that our army will not be able to repel the joint offensive of the Chinese and German armies for the time being, and in order to meet the needs of the long-term war of resistance, the troops on the Ukrainian and Ural fronts should immediately move to the deep reserve defense line to avoid unnecessary losses. ”
"Retreat again? It's not easy......"
Georgi-Evgnievich-Levov, a square-headed, high-eyed, bearded-bearded man rubbed his hands together in embarrassment -- a descendant of the ancient Rurik dynasty born in Dresden, Germany, who was both a Grand Duke (prince) and the chief representative of the Cadet Party, the largest party in the Duma (Congress), after the July coup d'état leading to the Tsar's abdication, the Provisional Government with him as prime minister took over power to this day.
"Negotiations with the Entente have just begun, and if we retreat without a fight at this time, Britain, France, and the United States will certainly doubt our sincerity, and this will make it difficult for us to negotiate -- perhaps they will unite to oppress us and drastically eliminate the post-war interests stipulated in the previous secret treaties."
Pavel-Nikolayevich Miryukov, who was white-faced, had a sparse beard, and wore gold-rimmed glasses, took up the conversation with concern -- he was born into a family of university professors, had been a lecturer in history at Moscow University, and was dismissed from his teaching post by the Tsarist government because of his liberal political views.
Returning to China during the 1905 Revolution, Milyukov was initially detained, but soon released, and immediately participated in the creation of the Cadet Party, served as chairman of the Central Committee of the Party and editor-in-chief of the organ newspaper "Opinion", and was elected as a deputy (member of the National Assembly) of the State Duma for the third and fourth consecutive years, defended the Tsar's war policy after the war, and publicly denounced the Tsar with his famous speech "Stupidity or Betrayal".
"Not only that, but domestic public opinion will also fall into passivity, and the Soviets will certainly take the opportunity to fan the flames, in addition to continuing to agitate the people against our fulfillment of the Entente obligations, and may even directly demand the reorganization of the government."
Aleksandr-Ivanovich Guchkov, with strong hair, broad face and broad forehead, and glasses with a round frame and a pinched nose, also had a grim complexion - he was born into a family of factory owners, studied in Moscow and Berlin, and after graduation became addicted to horseback riding, after inheriting the family property, he opened an insurance company, volunteered in the Boer War and was captured by the British army, and participated in field care as a member of the Russian Red Cross in the Russo-Asian War and was captured by the Chinese army......
After the 1905 Revolution, Guchkov founded the Russian October Party, advocated moderate liberalism, defended the tsarist monarchy, and after the outbreak of the war, he worked for the Red Cross and became the head of the Military Industrial Commission, organized large business owners to cooperate with the production of war materials, and was a Duma representative during the July coup to persuade the tsar to abdicate, and then served as Minister of War in the first provisional government.
"You know the!"
Alekseev glanced at the three core members of the Provisional Government, known as the "Big Three", in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
…… (To be continued......)
PS: See Chapter 212 for Qi Peng and Zheng An's holiday: Solomon, I'm here (1)