Buzzing, a six-rotor "DJI" drone circled the outside of the defense line built by the outer agents and paratroopers of the military intelligence department, which was the last aerial reconnaissance operated by Yuan Jie before nightfall today.

At this time, nearly eight hours had passed since Huang Xiaolei was ambushed, and after the two M240 machine guns of the "Big Rich" had completely put an end to the assault of the remnants of the mercenaries of Rotten Tooth Bill, there had been no armed forces other than the peripheral agents of the MID approaching the docks.

The garrisons of the concessions, the policemen patrolling the houses, and the soldiers of the Beiyang garrisons did not show up any of the people who could have taken care of things, and there was not even a single ruffian with kitchen knives and sticks in the vicinity, and the area was as silent as if under a curse.

Compared with the calm of the stagnant pool of the wharf, the consulates of various countries in the Tianjin Wei Concession can be called the door, and the senior executives of the foreign banks who have hoarded a large amount of goods at the wharf are about to trample the threshold of the consulate.

Although the Great Song did not impose military control on the entire wharf, and only carved out an area and set up barricades on the wharf, after the battle, not a single dock worker was willing to work in the area where the ground was still covered with blood and water.

Not to mention that the workers at the dock had entered a state of suspension, and even the captains of those steamers were watching the development of the situation from afar, except for some rowboats that had been lowered from a distance and approached the dock to inquire about the news, the largest wharf in northern China had not seen even a single steamer coming in for the past five hours.

The most worrying thing is that the goods hoarded in the warehouse cannot be loaded onto ships, and the goods floating outside the port cannot be unloaded, and the most worrying thing is that the shutdown does not know how long it will last. The inability to determine a timetable for the delivery of goods is unacceptable for traders who rely on cash flow for their food.

Earlier today, the Russian minister to the Qing Dynasty, Kasini, had already received a telegram from the Tsar's envoy plenipotentiary to Dalian Bay, and he chose to turn a deaf ear to the Russian merchant's request to let him negotiate with the Minister of Beiyang Trade as soon as possible. It was only a hint that the Russian merchants would do well to move their goods to warehouses far from the port and wait for the situation to change.

The British Empire's envoy to the Qing Dynasty, Dou Nale, who was completely unaware of the situation but thought he was in control, promised the British traders that in the next one or two days, at the latest, no more than three days, and the Song people would leave the dock in disgrace.

In fact, Dou Nale personally optimistically estimated that the Great Song people might be subdued tonight, and the sharp-tongued female diplomat of the Great Song Dynasty, after weeping bitterly and enjoying the joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, would definitely report to the arrogant crown prince hiding in the Far Eastern Peninsula: If there is no protection provided by the British Empire, even if the diplomats of the Great Song Dynasty want to ensure their personal safety in Tianjin, it is an extravagant hope!

The above picture is just Dou Nale's own brain, our little sister is holding a "good color" cigarette with her foot crossed, and she is holding a coffee cup in one hand and the microphone of a walkie-talkie in the other, and she is talking to the Provisional Executive Committee Zhu Gongshan, uh, it is an urgent consultation on diplomatic issues.

"Childish! We can recognize the account of the three small wrecked ships that were hammered in the Gray Strait, but the ship that was sunk by the F-15E and suspected to be a large second-class battleship of the "Captain of the Hundred" class cannot be recognized by us even if it was killed! Huang Xiaolei spit out the cigarette butt that was about to burn to the filter and shouted loudly into the microphone.

"I really want to push it on Maozi, but do you want to go to Dou Nale and frame it?" Zhao Yi replied.

"So you're naïve! When it's time to play innocent, you must act like a rabbit! You asked MissFox to go to the Jews and portray you as a bigot desperate to get nationalist support in Parliament! Huang Xiaolei said.

"What's the use of talking to the Jews about this? Does this have anything to do with pretending to be a rabbit? Zhao Yi asked.

"If you ask Wang He to check his little notebook, you don't really think that the Jews are all monolithic, do you? The synopsis of the story is that Mao Zi used the excuse that he had already started to act against the British Far East Fleet, and promised to use the interests of the Lake Belga area as bait to pull you along with their Far East Fleet. Huang Xiaolei said.

"Well, it's almost something, let Wang He stuff some eyeless Maozi spy with some concept drawings of a big bomb that Maozi can't produce with this stage of technology, which is the kind of big guy that the British think is enough to blow up and sink a 10,000-ton warship after their own evaluation." Huang Xiaolei said after taking a sip of coffee.

"This seems to make sense, at least on the surface, the contradiction between us and John Bull has not developed to the point of directly using knives to fight each other, except for our own people, no one knows that there is a 'director team' who loves to spread people all over the world to create contradictions!" Hao Dajian, who participated in the conference call, interjected.

"You've been in Kangaroo Country for a long time, and there is no such thing as making sense between the big powers! We are also willing to make excuses to show that we have not completely fallen to Maozi's side, and on this basis, the British priority is to negotiate rather than go straight to the ground! Don't think of ourselves as a group of rabble on the Liaodong Peninsula, and think about it from the perspective that we also have a seat at the table of the great powers! Hao Dajian, who couldn't help but interject, was also affected by the poisonous tongue AOE of the young lady.

"Well, let's digest it and then sum up the details, if there is no big problem, we will do it first according to your method." Zhao Yi said.

"Be fast, it's supposed to hit a time lag in their information, don't delay it too long." Huang Xiaolei said.

"Hey, honey, did you bring the kind of sleeping pill I wanted?" The young lady who put down the microphone turned to Yuan Jie and said.

"Hurry up, catch a few rough embryos and catch such a little, oh, here you go!" Yuan Jie said as she grabbed a handful of things from a small bag on her waist and stuffed it into Huang Xiaolei's hand.

Yuan Jie was teleported directly to the Liaodong Peninsula at D+15, and she had never experienced any dome light curtain scenes before that. She knew that some rough embryos were living comfortably in the light curtain, and some were dying.

Yuan Jie never asked her best friend what Huang Xiaolei had experienced in the apocalyptic New York scene, although many people who were from the same scene as her had a bad opinion of her.

However, judging from Huang Xiaolei's habit of not being able to sleep without being full of bullets, her life in the apocalyptic New York scene is not very worth recalling.

After the fierce fighting during the day, there were only two bullets left in the magazine of the Colt M1911 that Huang Xiaolei carried with him.

After receiving the 45 Colt pistol cartridge handed by Yuan Jie, she first magically took out a "good color" cigarette from the pocket of the tactical vest with bulletproof plate that her best friend forced to put on, and then flicked her right hand and then turned the cigarette around a few times and the filter hit her red lips.

I saw Huang Xiaolei turn around and stretch the cigarette in her mouth to the fire on the side to keep warm, and her smoking head lit up with a light cigarette, and she pressed the bullets one by one after spitting out a smoke ring.

"Honey, I'll squint for a moment! It is estimated that when the news of BB63's northward movement comes, I am afraid that I will not even have time to go to the toilet. After filling the magazine with bullets, the young lady went to the barricade and lay down and pulled the bulletproof helmet to her face and fell asleep.

At this time, the "Iowa"-class battleship BB63 had sailed into the sea only forty nautical miles away from the Tianjin Port in the future, and the legend that a Dutch ship was almost overturned by the warning shells fired by the main guns of the battleships of the Great Song Dynasty in Maguan had persuaded the merchant ships in the Bohai Bay to leave the waters around BB63, and no one would take their own lives to compare their luck with the Dutch!

An hour later, the lonely BB63 chose an anchorage, and after dropping anchor, Captain Luo Can informed Yuan Jie on the radio that he could start the first phase of the evacuation plan.