The night of Assam came half an hour later than the night of the Ming Division, so while the officers and men who held Heights Zero struggled to fight with the British and Indian troops who poured into the position, the people of the Beijing Division were enjoying the evening.

At this moment, the Tonghui Hotel on the west side of Tongjimen Avenue is also a jubilant atmosphere.

Eighteen floors above ground, two floors underground, reinforced concrete frame structure, heavy eaves resting on the top of the mountain, gray and beige exterior walls, window lattices with back grain and well pattern, and flashing and dazzling neon lights, the problem of how to perfectly fit the "Chinese style" and "modern architecture" that made architects tangled in later generations has been quite well solved here.

In fact, the designers of Tonghui Hotel also had a headache because the large roof with the corners and cornices was difficult to fit with the expected 36-story high-rise building, as if wearing a big hat, and finally after obtaining the consent of the investor, they simply changed their thinking - instead of being nondescript, it is better to change to a low-height, large-area shape.

Therefore, the current Tonghui Hotel is only 72 meters high, but it covers a large area, and the top of the mountain is well coordinated, and the style of the whole building is very calm and generous.

In fact, it is not actually owned by the imperial court, but an asset under the Qianguo Mansion.

Because of its special nature, the imperial court likes to hold some less important, half-public and half-private banquets here; As for the serious state banquet, you have to go to the Imperial Hotel in Mochou Lake Xiyuan.

Cars drive in and out, waiters come and go, but the hotel is extremely lively at night.

In the lobby, the floor is covered with a large blanket with delicate patterns, and there are probably hundreds of reporters as far as the eye can see.

Officials and generals, wealthy businessmen, celebrities and courtesans, poets and writers and other celebrities gathered here, they came to "wish" the defeat of the British and Indian troops in the Battle of Uszang, this kind of victory celebration dinner is the first time for most people, after all, this is the Ming Dynasty has hardly fought in decades except for some border friction and skirmishes.

In fact, many of the bigwigs and celebrities who participated in the dinner party didn't care about the war situation ahead, compared to the border war far away, how to detect the future strategic planning of the Ming Dynasty in time is more important, and the change of policy is the key to interests.

Following the policy, pigs can take off when they stand in the wind; Against the policy, the cash cow can be blown off by the wind.

"The road is jammed and slow, and this so-called Mercedes-Benz is not as comfortable as the previous Rolls-Royce Phantom."

A celebrity wearing an off-white stand-up collar cardigan and a purple gold dress, draped in cloud shoulders, and stepping on pointed stiletto heels, complained, and a noble lady next to her complained.

"yes, and it's weird."

Cheng Han, who was almost late because he received an extra phone call before departure, happened to pass by, and couldn't help but sigh lightly when he heard this, as the chief officer of the staff office of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, he was actually not willing to come to this kind of banquet when the situation was undecided.

He was well aware that the current situation at the front was still uncertain - the 12th Division was constantly under air raids during the retreat, and several brigades and regiments of Anglo-Indian troops were entangled with it; Although the 34th Division retreated smoothly, there was little ammunition left.

The air raids made the already difficult logistical supply even worse, and a light infantry division would consume at least 180 tons of supplies a day, or about 300 tons if it was to maintain a medium-intensity operation.

The two divisions are 600 tons, but now it is good to be able to send 200 tons to the front line, because of the bombing, a large amount of materials are backlogged in Lingzhi and cannot be delivered.

In addition to the frontal battlefield, a mixed Anglo-Indian army in the northwest was also at any time at risk of continuing its advance to the east, and the reason preventing them from continuing to advance was that a battalion was desperately trying to hold back.

It can be said that anything can happen before the mixed 3rd brigade joins the battle!

So now Cheng Han's mind is not on the banquet at all, and the shape of the sand table and the scene of the front-line soldiers fighting bloody battles come to his mind.

Although the complaints of a few ladies and celebrities just now were just ordinary complaints, but at this moment, Cheng Han felt a trace of helplessness and sadness?

He glanced around, and most of the people except a few generals were smiling, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the entire hall; Everyone was dressed in a splendid and dignified dress, and the wide robes and large sleeves that were not usually seen on the streets were now worn on everyone.

Suddenly, such an old saying suddenly appeared in his mind: The warrior army is half dead and alive, and the beauty is still singing and dancing under the tent.

Cheng Han's thoughts were immediately interrupted as the feast began.

The handsome man who presided over the dinner party smiled and said into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is ......"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage.

A gorgeous but unnutritious official-style manuscript was told by the host with emotion, and the people present bowed their heads one after another, or clapped their hands.

Later, under the guidance of the waiters, they took the elevator one after another to the specially prepared twelfth floor, which was extremely spacious and arranged with dozens of tables.

The carved ebony table of the Eight Immortals, the intricately engraved chairs, the staggered arrangement of hot and cold dishes, and the carefully selected male and female waiters in shape and appearance all indicate the extraordinary status of these banqueters.

After the banquet began, there were also people who kept coming to Cheng Han, they didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk to the military boss, just the toast made Cheng Han shirk and refuse more than a dozen times, which made the latter more and more dissatisfied.

It didn't take long for an officer to walk over and whisper a few words, and Cheng Han immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up to the corner on the side, and took a few messages and browsed them.

One of them was a detailed report from the 1st battalion in Demaji to the Lingzhi headquarters, which was first forwarded to the Uszangtu Prefecture in Lhasa, and then sent to the Metropolitan Governor's Office because the 1st battalion's mission was too important.

After reading, Cheng Han, whose expression remained unchanged, thought for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then walked to his position.

But just as he was about to sit down, he couldn't bear the words of "profiting from financial changes" from outside the three tables. He said to the waitress next to him, "I'm going to say two words," and the latter hurried away to inform him.

Knowing that he was going to speak in person, the organizer of the banquet was just thinking about how to make this military bigwig open Chrysostom, but he didn't expect to be dozy and send a pillow? I can't ask for it.

Cheng Han, whose face was as usual, slowly walked to the high platform in front of this hall, and calmly glanced at the people present.

After a while, he said nonchalantly: "You all seem to be very concerned about the situation on the front line, and your patriotism can be seen. How can it be exactly... There is no way to disclose, but it can only be said that the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and instead of holding a banquet to wish victory, it is better to pay homage to Jiang Taigong to seek his protection, right? ”

After a few short sentences, he stepped down from the stage and walked straight out of the hall, leaving behind a crowd of officials and celebrities who looked at each other.

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[First of all, I admit that the foreshadowing is a bit long, and my entanglement lies in this: if the war is too short and the results are too few, I am afraid that it will not be able to support the rationality of the protagonist's growth. In short, there will be elements of historical texts, and there are about ten chapters of the war plot, forgive me. 】