"Your Excellency, even at the front, you should carry some cutlery that matches your status, and this kind of soldier's thick teacup always makes me feel uncomfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDon't get me wrong, the black tea you offer is the best I have had since I arrived in the Far East. "Koman has always felt bad about drinking black tea in this big stainless steel teacup.

"Mr. Koman, as a country that has once been destroyed by foreign barbarians, the Great Song Empire has very strict management of the army. As I told you earlier, in the army there are only soldiers and officers. In our country, all adult men are required to serve in the military, and even women can join the army after passing the examination. In the military, promotion is only related to an individual's ability, not their status before joining the army. In this respect, our army is still different from the British Empire. We are allowed to come to the front line without personal belongings. "Zhao Yi kept reinforcing Koman's perception of the Great Song Empire.

Koman came to Thirty Mile Fort this time to deliver a handwritten letter from Dashan Yan to Zhao Yi, and by the way, to see what the opportunity that Zhao Yi mentioned last time could change the trajectory of his life.

MissFox also dressed in a U.S. Marine Corps women's military dress, translating Dashanyan's handwritten letter into Chinese and recording it for archiving.

Zhao Yi held the Chinese translation of Dashanyan's handwritten letter, with an incredible expression on his face. The letter said that the Japanese army headquarters had agreed in principle to the demand for compensation from the crossers, and hoped to meet on a temporary ceasefire and the delivery of supplies and the first rhythm.

It's no wonder that Zhao Yi has the expression of a dog, this time the number of materials asked for by the crossing crowd is so large that according to their thoughts, it will make the Japanese army thunder. Based on the aerial reconnaissance video, they estimated the number of supplies that the Japanese army transferred at Huayuankou every day. The conclusion was that this time they were blackmailing the Japanese army's supplies, and it would take at least a month to unload the supplies from the transport ship to the coast if the Japanese army's current capacity was used to transfer them. And now it's winter, and with this batch of supplies raised, Japan and North Korea don't know how many people are going hungry.

There must be a conspiracy, how could the cunning Japanese admit it so quickly, this is Zhao Yi's idea of Dashan Yan's handwritten letter.

"Keep the original copy of this letter on file and make three copies of the translation, one to be forwarded to the Military Intelligence Service, one to the Provisional Executive Committee, and one to be kept for me." Zhao Yi handed the translation back to MissFox.

"Mr. Koeman, are these refreshments still to your liking?" Zhao Yi turned around and asked Koman with a smile.

"Of course, this is much better than the food I had on the Japanese side. You know, when we ran out of food that we were carrying, we had to eat those rice balls with dried plums with them, and oh my god, it was a kind of abuse. Coman exaggerated.

"Well, if you like it, it's fine. You know that military rations are crude after all, and you can't expect them to be delicious. Personally, I hate some things, but I can't do anything about them, and the Navy's logistics department just gives us this junk food. This is not that Zhao Yi deliberately pretended to be forced, he, like most of the people who traveled through the crowd, was deeply dissatisfied with the list of food provided by the "director team" for most of the past six months, and there were few things that were suitable for the taste of Chinese people.

This time, it was Koman's turn to put on the expression of a dog, and he felt that these delicious refreshments were really military food. It is no wonder that the Japanese army has to compromise with the marines of the Great Song Empire, there is a world of difference between the two sides in terms of military rations alone, how to fight this battle, the Japanese soldiers over there are worried about their stomachs, and they have begun to discuss the taste of military rations.

"Mr. Koman, if you've had enough rest, come with me. I'm going to make good on my promise to show you some technology you haven't seen before. If you are brave enough, it will really change your life. Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire may have honoured you for this. "Zhao Yi turned on the magic stick mode.

Coman and Zhao Yi got into an open-top Humvee, went from the orange area to the green paint area, and drove towards the airport.

"Mr. Koman, you are the first non-Great Song citizen to be invited into our barracks. At the airport, I have prepared a special show for you. Today, Zhao Yiyi is wearing a U.S. military training uniform and a pair of black sunglasses.

"Ah, it's such an honor, I think it must be a good show." Coman had a flattered expression.

Hao Dajian was preparing to board the plane at the airport, and today he would give this British white-skinned man a flight show.

The North American Mustang OV-10D on the runway should have unloaded all the external weapons, even the auxiliary fuel tank. The Travelers didn't want the plane to have combat effectiveness as a secret leaked out.

The Humvee in which Zhao Yi and Coman rode came to Hao Dajian and Li Sifeng, and Zhao Yi got out of the car to salute and shake hands with the two crew members.

"Mr. Koman, I would like to introduce you to these two, the best pilots of the Royal Marines of the Great Song Empire, Lieutenant Hao Dajian and Lieutenant Li Sifeng. These two gentlemen will bring you a wonderful air show that you have never seen before. Zhao Yiyi introduced the two members of the crew to Koman.

"Flying? God, I am so honored. I wish the two brave gentlemen every success in their air show. Coman took off his hat and greeted Hao Dajian and Li Sifeng.

"Wishing you success? That kind of thing should be said to the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty, who began to test fly a hundred years ago. We fly like this every day, and it's as simple as eating and sleeping. Hao Dajian replied with a disdainful face, and after saluting Zhao Yi and Koman with an American-style military salute, he and Li Sifeng turned around and boarded the plane.

Coman did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction with Hao Dajian's attitude, but felt a little kind. Yes, kindly! You often see such a cynical attitude in the young men of the British Empire, and the strong are not all like this. Koeman unconsciously put this Great Song on the same level as the British.

Truth be told, it was a bland flight, much simpler than a test flight after an overhaul. Taking off, climbing, diving, and pulling up again, the Interim Executive Committee will not excessively wear down the life of the aircraft's parts in order to open the eyes of a white-skinned reporter. Hao Dajian's butt didn't sit hot, and they landed.

However, the performance was enough to take the self-proclaimed well-informed Koeman in awe. In this era, humans could only reach the sky by taking a hot air balloon. And the kind of aircraft that relies on blowtorches to control the altitude in the air cannot move freely, to be precise, it depends on the sky to eat, and it flies wherever the wind blows.

However, the machine called the airplane in front of Koman is truly free to fly, and its technological content and practicality are many levels higher than that of a hot air balloon. Koeman should have begun to imagine that he would be in the British Isles, oh no, he would have made a name for himself on the Continent after he published the plane in The Times.

"Your Excellency, Commander, thank you for allowing me to witness this great air show, it is truly wonderful, it is the greatest performance in the history of mankind." Coman was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Mr. Koeman, in fact, our ancestors made the first powered flight more than a hundred years ago." Zhao Yi shamelessly erased the Wright brothers' exploits. Anyway, these two brothers are still fiddling with their bicycles in the United States, and it is estimated that the plane has no fate with them in this time and space.

"Yes, your ancestors were great! Oh God, more than a hundred years ago the Church of Rome was burning scientists as heretics. Your ancestors used advanced machines to soar freely in the skies. These flatteries from the heart of Koeman's flattery.

"Is this the chance you promised to change my life? Oh God, thank you so much for documenting this performance in words and drawings and publishing it in The Times, which is indeed the greatest achievement of my career. Coman said gratefully to Zhao Yi.

"Forget the report that is still in your head, Mr. Koeman. You and Mr. Kriellman are not the same kind of people. Journalism isn't your ultimate goal, you just love new things and the thrill of adventure. Being a journalist is not your first choice for life planning, and after I asked that question that day, I saw through the restlessness in your heart. Zhao Yi waved his hand at Coman and said.

"I think you're better suited to be a businessman, a successful businessman who breaks new ground. Isn't it more in line with your ambition to be a business wizard who monopolizes an industry than to be a journalist? Zhao Yi said confusedly.