"Mr. Envoy, it's not a good habit to shohand before you see your opponent's hole cards at the poker table, if I throw chips at the table again, I don't know if you follow, or not?" MissFox reacted to Mao Zi's suggestion that he could sell the interests of the Lake Berga area, and showed a look of the hillbilly making a joke.

"You still have chips in your hand? Is the authorization given to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince by the Great Song Council and His Majesty the Emperor so great? Envoy Mao Zi had an expression of disbelief clearly written on his face.

"The so-called bargaining chips are, of course, dry goods that can be predicted to be cashable, and the authorization given to you by His Majesty the Tsar will stop at the lake that belongs to us in the first place? If you don't have candy in your pocket, I don't need to Shohand! Miss Fox said quietly.

"No, no, no, I still have chips! Taiwan! We can unite and let the Japanese get out of that bountiful island! "It seems that this Mao Zi envoy has also staked the fare that the tsar left him to take home from the casino.

"Well, that sounds like a pretty good suggestion. Well, I'm Shohand! Not only will we be able to cooperate with the American fleet against the Spaniards in the South Pacific, but we will continue to flex our muscles in the region, and we may even have some small and controllable armed conflict with the British. Presumably, this will attract the attention of the British, who have been working on the balance of power in the region, and we only need you to cash in the chips you just mentioned! MissFox said.

Although Miss Fox and Miss Litigator relied on the nine 406mm main guns of the "Iowa-class" battleship BB63 in Chunfan Lou to force the foot basin chicken to change the clause in the "Treaty of Shimonoseki" drawn up by the Manchus on the cession of Taiwan to Lend-Lease; However, in line with the idea that only dead Japanese are good Japanese, the Crossing Crowd will not give up any opportunity to bleed the footbasin chicken.

In fact, Miss Fox's so-called Shohand chips were nothing more than emergency stop-loss measures after Zhao Yi received a telegram from the 38th Task Force.

Last night, after a routine communication with Task Force 38 at the Green Paint Command Center, Zhao Yiyi was informed that there had been an exchange of fire between the Brandenburg-class frigate F-217 commanded by Marcos and the John Bull warship heading south to the Gretel Strait.

Just at the stall where he and the opium cow tore their faces in the South China Sea, they immediately met Maozi who came to sue for peace, and Zhao Yi immediately had the idea of taking advantage of the unequal information between the two sides to pit something from Maozi. Anyway, the British also beat us, and this strength can't be spent in vain, even if it's, we have to squeeze out a lump or two of it from Maozi!

This exchange of fire caused Task Force 38 to lose a lot of shells, uh, well, the rough guys lost a lot of shells in this unexpected conflict.

Of course, unlike the previous F-15E silently dropping bombs and completely sinking the "Sea Cat" to kill and kill people, the "Brandenburg" class frigate F-217 is more like a classic naval battle of the fleet in this era. In full view of everyone, the two sides exchanged artillery fire, and this time the face of the two shots was really torn!

The "Sea Cat" that took off from the F217 ship flew directly to the E4 ship after hoisting Kang Xiaoshuai, and most of the civilians of the "Sacramento"-class integrated supply ship finally accepted the reality that they had crossed and began to operate in their familiar posts.

However, although the people on the E4 moved, it was conceivable that this group of civilians who relied on reading the instructions to operate a huge ship with a full load displacement of 53,000 tons wanted to rely on this integrated supply ship as a platform to salvage the F-15C fighter that crashed into the shallow sea.

In fact, for the low-tech work of anchoring the rough embryo on the E4, Durima did not find a suitable anchor point until the F-217 arrived at the crash area and provided technical support.

The "Sacramento"-class comprehensive supply ship, which is no less big than an aircraft carrier, wants to anchor no less than those small fishing boats, and its anchor, which weighs nearly 100 tons, cannot be smashed into the sea casually.

Generally, the water depth of the anchorage should be more than 20% more than the draft of the hull, and it should not exceed 80 meters. The seabed of the anchorage needs to be as flat as possible, with a high proportion of sand and clay, so that the anchor can get enough grip.

As a result, by the time the rough embryos on the E4 were assisted by the F-217 ship to find a suitable anchor point as close as possible to the crash site, it was already dark. Obviously, with the business level that those rough embryos on the E4 can even be anchored for most of the day, there is no need to think about the salvage operation at night, and you can only wait for dawn.

However, a group of slag slag who had been studying the salvage plan all night encountered difficulties after dawn, and due to a miscalculation of the tide and other hydrological conditions, the salvage plan for the half-exposed body had to be postponed and wait for the low tide.

The captain of the F-217 ship was also speechless about the efficiency of the E4 ship, but what bothered him the most was that just as the members of the salvage team on the E4 ship began to go to sea, the radar crew reported that three large ships were heading towards the Gretel Channel, which should be the warships of the British Far East Fleet in terms of speed and volume.

"What are the British going to do? I can understand that a torpedo boat was sent to explore the way, but when a capital ship was lost, it was necessary to divide its troops to the south, what kind of thing was this about? Marcos said to Yang Guang on the radio.

"I'm not interested in guessing what the opium cow thinks now, so I'll ask you if the unreliable rough embryos of E4 can finish before the British warship comes over?" Yang Guang said to Marcose.

"Big brother, you said that those rough embryos are unreliable, why do you let me estimate the progress of the salvage?" For the business level of E4, Marcos is also helpless.

"Malgobi's, this is not an archaeological salvage operation, why don't Nimmas fish up everything for me and it's over, grinding and chirping to make a ball?" Yang Guang said.

"Damn, you're very light, you haven't seen them anchor! Let's not count on them, you can talk about the preparatory plan that can't be completed in time! "Marcos is genuinely desperate for E4.

"Marcose, what do you want to do, don't you want to do something with the 'Exocet' anti-ship missile again? I'm telling you in broad daylight, don't mess around! "Yang Guang has always been wary of this guy who washes the floor with missiles all day long.

"Otherwise, even Lao Tzu's 'Brandenburg' class frigate with a full load displacement of less than 5,000 tons can't scare the opium cows, you won't let us lean up and issue flags to threaten the British!?" Marcos said.

"You can send a lifeboat to play the flag first, if the British insist on getting close to the crash area, then I will allow you to use naval guns to counterattack, if it really doesn't work, use torpedoes, anyway, you can't use anti-ship missiles unless you have to do it in broad daylight!" Yang Guang insisted on carrying out the order of the Provisional Executive Committee that the attack power of the missiles should not be exposed for the time being.

In order to buy time for the E4 gang of grinders, the "Brandenburg"-class frigate F-217 could only sail in the direction of the suspected British fleet.

Of course, Marcos wasn't stupid enough to fly into the range of the British's guns to wave the flag, and the three unlucky guys were thrust onto the lifeboat in order to contact the British before they got too close.

Although Marcos had been fooling the three decrepit faces that before World War I, the white-skinned army, especially the navy, still had the so-called chivalry. However, considering that the navy on their side had done a lot of unsatisfactory deeds, these three rough embryos still got on the lifeboat in fear.

Our ship is loaded with dangerous goods, our ship is dealing with the fault, your ship may encounter danger, please stop all intentions to approach our ship and pay attention to our ship information.

After the three rough embryos drove the lifeboats to the sea between the British fleet and the F-217 ship, they frantically waved the flag to prevent the British from continuing to the area where the F-15C crashed.

However, the three warships were commanded by officers who did not obey the orders of Colonel Percy Scott and insisted on going south to search for the merchant ships of the Great Song Dynasty, and the British replied with a flag that they insisted on passing.

"You're shameless in your face, the main gun is loaded with semi-armor-piercing range extender shells!" Marcos gave the order to prepare for battle.

The British saw that the tonnage of the "Brandenburg" class frigate outside their range was not large, and they could not even see that it was equipped with large-caliber naval guns, and thought that they didn't have to bother to catch any merchant ships, just catch this Great Song warship, it was close enough to our ship, maybe we had a chance to catch it!

After the last three rough embryos left the British with the information that our ship was ordered to block your ship in the flag language, they hurriedly drove the lifeboat in the direction of the F-217 ship, and the artillery battle was about to break out!