Zhang Yong wanted to speak and stopped.

Requirements? All right! I have a lot of conditions.

But......

Can you really say yes?

Hehe.

Draw cakes, who wouldn't?

You said yes now, but if you don't do it later, I can't help you.

Deliberately groaning.

Klingchmann said slowly: "Say it! ”

"I'm not ......"

"Say it!"

"Okay. Then I said it. Of course, this is my personal recommendation. ”

"You say."

"I heard that your newest fighter BF109 ......"

"Impossible!"

Klingcimann refused.

Sell BF109 fighters? Don't even think about it.

Zhang Yong was silent.

No way?

That's it.

Let's just spend it.

Klinciman: ......

Very annoyed. felt that Zhang Yong was a toad and wanted to eat swan meat.

It's too much to ask.

"Fighter can't be. We haven't officially installed it yet. How is it possible to sell? You ask for something else. ”

"Other ......"

"Yes. Other. ”

"So, the shell production line?"

"What caliber?"

"...... of 105 and 150"

"That's not going to work."

Again, Klingschmann refused.

The German army also needed a lot of shells. Where are the production lines for sale?

What's more, if you sell the production line, it will not be easy to do business in the future. Now Germany sells shells and makes a lot of money. Where are you willing to let go?

Shells sold to other countries can cost as little as thirty dollars. But sold to Huaxia, at least fifty dollars. The profits in it are simply too high.

Who called Huaxia completely unable to produce large-caliber shells on its own?

You have to buy every shot.

Howitzers are expensive, shells are even more expensive. Krupp didn't know how satisfied.

"No way?"

"Nope."

Zhang Yong was silent.

Grass. It doesn't work either. That won't work either. Say a chicken feather.

Made, there is no sincerity at all.

Sure enough, these Gestapo deserved to be thrown into the dust of history in the future.

It's so unkind.

They want the horses to run, and they want the horses not to graze.

Dream!

"75 mm maybe."

"We don't lack 75 mm. We need to be big-bore ......"

"Not really."

Klincimann himself was struggling.

Zhang Yong put forward two conditions, but he rejected them without hesitation.

Hurt feelings.

It is estimated that Zhang Yong no longer wants to cooperate.

Frankly speaking, at this moment, he doesn't want to cooperate with Zhang Yong. I want to change people.

The question is, who to change?

Who else can he replace? Who can replace Zhang Yong?

Come to think of it, no one can.

This Zhang Yong is unique. There is no substitution.

"Mention it again."

"Mention it again?"

"Yes. See if there's anything we can do. ”

"Industrial machine tools."

"This ......"

Klincimann hesitated.

Actually, he wanted to refuse again.

Industrial machine tools, the Germans themselves are not enough, where can they be exported?

Germany is now rapidly expanding its military and needs a lot of weapons and equipment. All machines are working at full capacity.

It is simply impossible to vacate it. Not even a small number.

It's true. Very nervous.

"Forget it."

Zhang Yong then changed his words.

The other party hesitated. That's impossible.

I understand it all.

It seems that it is impossible to dig any oil and water from the Germans.

All of them are stingy. Very stingy.

Only blank visas are granted.

Because the visa does not need to provide substantial expenditures.

"You mention it again."

"I can't think of it."

Zhang Yong refused.

Cut, I'm also temperamental, okay.

If you don't agree to any conditions I make, then I simply won't mention them.

I won't bother to care about your in the future.

"Take all the weapons and equipment on board." Klingchmann gritted his teeth. Unsolicited offers.

He is very aware of Zhang Yong's personality.

This guy is nicknamed Dead Asking for Money. Money grubber. Greedy.

If you want him to help with things, you have to give him enough benefits.

Otherwise, it is called immovable.

In terms of personal character, he despised the other party.

Too greedy.

However, from a practical point of view, only such a person can help him do things.

Replace someone else. One, I don't have that ability. Second, the same will grind foreign workers.

Zhang Yong is different.

As long as there are enough benefits, he will help you do the work. It's also very beautiful.

"Weapons on board?" Zhang Yong pretended to be stupid.

"Yes." Klinghiman felt that he might have slipped his tongue. But it can't be recovered.

"How many?"

"I don't know the exact number. But it shouldn't be less. The remnants of the former stormtroopers are here. ”

"How many are there?"

"At least one Eagles."

"What Hawks?"

"The formation of the stormtroopers. It's just a regiment. About three thousand people. ”

"Huh? So much? ”

Zhang Yong said he was very surprised.

It's not completely loaded. There was indeed a little bit of surprise.

A regiment? More than 3,000 people?

Oh, and the regimental size of the Germans was huge, 3800 people were a regular formation.

A regular infantry battalion has 800 people.

A regiment in the beautiful country also has a lot of people. There are basically more than 3,500 people.

An infantry regiment of the Chinese army often has only a few hundred people. Some even have only three or four hundred people. It's not enough for someone else's battalion.

The disparity in force ......

Firepower gap ......

The infantry regiments of the Germans were armed with 105-mm howitzers and tanks......

Turning his head to look at the freighter.

There are so many weapons and equipment on the freighter?

This seems to be a good condition.

But......

Play dumb.

He didn't want to rush up immediately.

"Kill people, all weapons and equipment are yours." Klingschmann repeatedly.

"Okay......" Zhang Yong readily agreed.

But it's a map hint with white dots at the edges. There are markers.

It was John and William from the Bureau of Concession Industry who came. And then there's Bob.

John was British. William was American. Bob is also British. They're coming, there's definitely going to be something.

Most of them also came for German freighters. Then it's fine.

Just use them as shields.

"Wang Yuchuan!"

"Here!"

"Be prepared to attack."

"Yes."

Wang Yuchuan agreed.

Soon, everyone was up and running. Armed at all points. Prepare for the attack.

Klincimann was finally relieved.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong is a trustworthy person. As soon as the benefits are given, he acts immediately.

Zhang Yong himself was also carrying a shell gun.

Put on a look of going all out and never dying.

There were even arrangements for people to prepare multiple explosives packs. It's like going to make a big deal.

Klincimann was even more satisfied.

Look at the time, there are still eight hours, enough for Zhang Yong to act.

"Ready!"

Zhang Yong deliberately issued orders loudly.

As a result, a stiff shout was immediately heard in the distance.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

It was someone from the Ministry of Industry who came.

It was Bob who made the roar. He was the lowest and was in charge of shouting.

Zhang Yong pretended to be puzzled and turned back.

Klincimann: ???

What's going on?

Why did the people from the Ministry of Industry and Bureau come?

Damn it!

What are they coming to do?

If you don't come early, you don't come late, but this is the time.

Annoying......

Turning his head to Zhang Yong, he shouted, "Action!" ”

Zhang Yong was in a daze.

As if it was not heard at all.

Klincimann was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "The freighter will send you too!" ”

"Ah......" Zhang Yong seemed to be dumbfounded.

"You killed people, and the freighter was yours, and everything on board was yours." Kling-Seaman was out.

"Good!" Zhang Yong seems to have come to his senses. Turn around and act immediately.

"Up!" He waved his hand at the people around him.

Immediately someone rushed up.

Someone popped up on the freighter. Raise your gun.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Very crisp gunshot sound. It's a submachine gun.

The bullet was in the open space in front. Didn't hit anyone. Obviously, this is of a warning nature.

"Hidden!"

Zhang Yong shouted.

Everyone immediately retreated. All kinds of concealment.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Shooting continued on the freighter. The sound of gunfire continued crisply.

Zhang Yong tilted his head and listened. I feel very comfortable with this gunshot. Very quick and sharp. But I don't know what kind of gun it is.

Doubt. Could it be that the remnants of the stormtroopers are still equipped with new weapons?

Quietly turn around. I found it okay.

Kling-Seamann was called away.

It was the representatives of the British and the Americans who came, and Klincimann clearly could not bear it.

Or, they are called over to educate directly. Or disappear quickly. Klincimann clearly chose the latter. Quietly ran away.

It can't be helped. The Germans also had their moments of rottenness.

After all, they are once defeated countries. There were no longer armies in the Far East.

And the British and Americans, in the Far East, had garrisons. The garrison of the French was also very numerous.

"Wrap up."

"Yes."

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Come on. No more acting.

The only spectator has already run. The show ends.

Yang Lichu walked over quietly.

"What's going on?"

"What?"

"Who the hell is on board?"

"Stormtrooper remnants."

"What?"

Yang Lichu was completely at a loss.

She didn't know about stormtroopers. I don't know about the night of the long knife.

In fact, these things happen in secret.

Even within the Germans, only a few people know about it. Ordinary Germans don't know that.

Ordinary foreigners naturally don't hear of it.

"It's okay."

"So, what's next?"

"Negotiation."

"Okay."

Yang Lichu then arranged.

Please send someone down from the freighter to contact Zhang Yong.

The reasons are, of course, very high-sounding. It's to keep them safe.

The other party agreed.

It was still Paulus who came down.

Unlike before, Paulus had a gun in his hand.

Zhang Yong immediately recognized it.

This is a Suomi submachine gun! Finnish.

The accuracy is very high. 72 rounds of drumming. The firepower is super ferocious.

Uses 9*19 mm Luger pistol cartridges. The effective firing range is about 200-300 meters.

In a word, good stuff.

The best of the best. Every handful of Sumi is synonymous with high quality.

The Finnish army made the polar bear army suffer with the Suomi submachine gun. Later, the Polar Bear's Bobosha submachine gun, which also looked a bit like Suomi.

It is estimated that it was played out of a psychological shadow, and it was very impressive, so I directly borrowed the appearance.

Like Thomson, Summy's only flaw is that it is expensive. It is difficult to process and takes a long time. Mass production is not possible.

Unlike Bobosa, the craftsmanship is rough but durable. The key is low cost and easy production. In three years, I can give you 6 million. The equipment of the whole regiment. Direct quantity on the override.

Envy......

Good gun......

Want......

I don't know how many Suomi are on the freighter?

Klingcimann said. The boat is his Zhang Yong's. Everything on the ship is also his Zhang Yong's.

Of course, these Somi boutiques are included. He drooled.

Paulus came to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was about to speak, and then asked Yang Lichu to translate. Suddenly, information seemed to pass through my mind.

Vaguely, as if to remind him that the German Chinese package had been loaded. But it is at the elementary level. Can only barely communicate. If you want to be proficient, you must use it often.

"Oh? And such a good thing? Zhang Yong immediately shook his spirits.

I used to want a German Chinese language pack. I didn't expect it to come.

Good, good, good.

This system is close to the people. It's thoughtful.

But no thanks.

For the system, loading a language pack is really trivial.

When will you give yourself a hundred thousand aircraft carriers, it is not too late to thank you.

Silent.

Try to speak in German.

"I know who you are." Zhang Yong said slowly.

"So what?" Paulus disagreed.

Immediately, he felt wrong.

This Zhang Yong can actually speak German?

Although it is a bit blunt and seems to be very unskillful. But it does say.

Yang Lichu next to him was also surprised. She didn't expect that Zhang Yong actually learned German. There don't seem to be any female German spies......

This guy is mysterious and often has some unexpected talents.

Anyway, she doesn't have to be a translator.

She hates being a translator.

So he slipped away.

"Do you speak German?" Paulus was suspicious.

"Self-taught." Zhang Yong responded calmly, "It's not good, please give me some advice." ”

"Humph!"

"Why did you shoot before?"

"It's a fire."

"And shoot at each other?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, I just wanted to ask, do you need medical care? Or funeral services? ”

"No, I don't."

Paulus responded coldly.

Like his uncle's once proud appearance before surrendering.

"I know the night of the long knives......"

"What?"

"Or Operation Hummingbird?"

"How do you know?"

"Listen to people. Minstrel. Gypsy. French. You know, they're very old professions. Their prophecies are true and false,"

"The prophecy of the Gypsy says that your Führer, who will conquer France, who will conquer the Low Countries, who will sweep across Europe. However, this long-legged giant will not be able to cross the English Channel. Because he was cursed by Poseidon, the god of the sea. The sea is something he can never conquer. He will turn back and try to conquer the far east......"

Zhang Yong's painting is sound and colorful.

What a bard. What a gypsy. It's all his role.

"And what about my uncle Paulus?"

"It's unfortunate. He'll soar into the sky. Then fall to the ground. Fold wings. Lost on the banks of the Volga. ”

"Why not the Ural Mountains?"

"Because your Führer's footsteps have been stopped by the Volga."

"Nonsense."

"yes, it's complete gypsy nonsense."

Zhang Yong responded with a smile.

There are still many years to go, and of course you don't believe it.

But, by that winter of 1943, you had to believe if you didn't believe it. Gypsies are just that.

"Who else is on board?"

"You don't need to know."

"And when are you leaving?"

"We're not leaving."

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

You're not leaving? What do you mean?

Wait a minute. Make it clear first.

This is Wusongkou Wharf. It's my place.

Your boat is docked at my dock, I ......

Oh, sorry, this ship is mine. That's fine.

Just as he was about to continue asking, he saw Bob walking towards him. So he turned to see Bob.

"Zhang ......"

"Mr. Bob, my old friend......"

"I have a few words to tell you. You have to listen carefully. ”

"Please."

"It's too far to go to San Francisco. It's not safe on the road. It's also not safe to go anywhere else. ”

"What?"

"I'm done."

"Huh?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Finished? Three sentences?

Wait a minute. What do you mean?

San Francisco is too far away. It's not safe on the road. It's also not safe to go anywhere else......

He seemed to understand every word. However, when connected, it seems that you don't understand?

"Goodbye."

"Uh, goodbye......"

Watching Bob leave.

Immediately, John and William also turned around and left.

Zhang Yong: ???

Confused.

What the hell is going on?

The two of them came in person and didn't say anything?

Just come and see the fun?

"The British and Americans did not welcome people on cargo ships. Other countries are not welcome either. Yang Lichu's voice came.

"Why?" Zhang Yong's brain hasn't caught up yet.

"In short, other countries did not welcome the arrival of this freighter. Therefore, they can only stay at Wusongkou Wharf for the time being. ”

"Ah......h

Zhang Yong finally reacted.

No wonder Paulus said he wouldn't leave for the time being. It's not that I don't want to go. I can't go.

No other country receives.

Apparently, other countries have received information. And the attitude was indicated.

That's the trouble.

Other countries are not willing to accept it, so Huaxia ......

Lao Jiang definitely doesn't want to!

He is most afraid of offending foreigners. Britain, France, Germany and the United States, which one does he dare to offend?

Wait a minute......

Suddenly, Zhang Yong discovered another thing.

Both the British and the Americans appeared. How come there are no French? Don't the French know yet?

Belch......

It's complicated......

It's nerve-wracking......

Suddenly, the map indicates that a white dot has arrived.

View. It was found to be Yuan Bin. It's the French minister. Does he appear on behalf of the French?

Watch and see what happens.

Sure enough, Yuan Bin came towards Wusongkou Wharf.

Finally, he came to Zhang Yong. Polite courtesy. It seems that the previous unpleasantness has been completely forgotten.

"Team Leader Zhang."

"Yuan Xiangli, please speak."

"General Director Maxim heard about what happened at the dock, expressed deep sympathy, and specially sent me to inform him, hoping that Team Leader Zhang would fully consider the hard work and fatigue of the guests who came from afar, and hope that you would give them full care. I hope you can help in any way you can. The General Director has informed your Government of this matter. ”

"Understood."

Zhang Yong replied obediently.

The French finally came forward. Or the attitude of the guarantor.

Sure enough, the enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Now that the SA had broken with Lao Xi, they were friends of France.

Although, two years ago, the SA was the most fanatical representative, roaring to reclaim Alsace and Lorraine.

Made......

The world changes so fast.

A little uncomfortable.

Thankfully, he's just a small guy.

The big guy fights, he is caught in the middle. It's a little uncomfortable though. However, there are also benefits.

In the game of great powers, if a little leakage leaks from his fingers, he will be of infinite use.

Thereupon......

"Yuan Xiangli, I dare to make a suggestion......"

[To be continued]

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