Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 1261

Nobody wants to put their head on their belt.

Especially the soldiers recruited by Li Yuanchao from Shanbei, most of them did not have the support of faith, just to serve as soldiers for pay.

This trip is full of food, not counting officers, ordinary soldiers, who have less hands can also drop three or four thousand dollars, and those who have more than ten thousand or twenty thousand are not without it.

When these people returned to Shan Kingdom, could they be accused of risking their lives?

That's simply not possible.

But Li Yuanchao can't help it, this kind of thing can only be done by his people.

He had already made up his mind that when he returned this trip, he would have to exchange blood, and these well-fed soldiers could no longer stay in the army.

Otherwise, it will only bring down the atmosphere of the team.

But how to place it is a problem that must be carefully considered.

These people are young and strong, they must be courageous, capable and capable, and now they have money in their hands.

Let them go back to the village, as long as there are a few brothers in the family, they will become local tyrants in one go.

Thinking of this, Li Yuanchao pursed his lips, these people must not be let go, they must be in his hands.

At the very least, they should not be allowed to become hidden dangers.

On the contrary, officers, relatively speaking, don't need to be so serious.

Those who can become military officers are elites. These people have their own family background and have a lot of valuable social connections.

It will not change much because of some floating money, unless the money is particularly large.

More importantly, most of Li Yuanchao's officers are old brothers who followed from China.

These people are young, have gone to school, are educated, and have the drive not to fear death. In fact, they have formed an officer corps similar to Junker landlords around Li Yuanchao.

Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan, and Zhong Yuemin are among the best.

This is the basic situation of Li Yuanchao, and it is only with them that Li Yuanchao's power is stable.

Li Yuanchao shared wealth and power with them.

When Li Yuanchao and Said were cutting down mountains and destroying temples on the eastern front, Xinde Li didn't know if he really didn't know, or he was just pretending to be deaf and dumb, and didn't respond much.

It is estimated that Xin Dila and her generals are still in shock.

What they fear most these days is bad news from Allahabad, which will be fatal.

But at this moment, the single army suddenly withdrew from Allahabad.

Xin Dila completely lost her sense of proportion. The great sadness and joy after the extreme tension made her unable to keep calm.

But in any case, the crisis in the east was temporarily lifted, allowing them to calmly deal with the failure of the western front.

The top priority now is that because of the failure of Lahore, there was a hole in the western defense line. They must block this hole and prevent the Pakistani army from hitting the salient.

However, blessings and misfortunes never come singly.

Just after taking a breath, Xin Dila received another bad news.

It had already been agreed that Moscow had suddenly changed its mind about the treaty of peace, friendship and cooperation signed with Big Goose.

The meeting room in Victoria Palace.

When this news was received, Xin Dila was in a meeting.

Those present were all old foxes, and they immediately understood what was going on.

The unfavorable situation on the battlefield made Moscow reassess their strength, and the previously agreed terms were no longer suitable.

Xin Dila's face was livid, his hands were tightly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he immediately terminated the meeting.

Back in the office, she picked up the crystal globe on the desk and slammed it on the ground.

With a bang, the crystal clear globe shattered to pieces.

Xin Dila panted heavily, and cursed angrily: "Damn! This is deception, those treacherous bastards! They should all go to hell~"

After venting, Xin Dila barely calmed down, and sat down on the sofa exhausted.

The old man who came in with her just now and didn't say a word, said at this moment: "Your Excellency, anger is useless, we must take measures now."

Xin Dila pinched the bridge of her nose vigorously, resting her head on the back of the sofa, and said weakly: "What measures to take?"

The old man was obviously struggling with the draft, and said in a deep voice: "We can't relax over there in Moscow. Let the ambassador in Moscow find a way immediately. The treaty can be temporarily shelved, but we must urge them to speak up for us as much as possible."

Xin Dila cheered up and nodded.

The old man continued: "Secondly, let our agency in the capital take action and ask Hua Xia to mediate and strive for a ceasefire on the eastern front."

Xin Dila raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect the other party to have such an idea.

He frowned and said, "Let them come forward? Are you kidding me? What Shan Guo is just a warlord, you really think he has this strength. If nothing else, just one thing. How can he get so many tanks?"

Xindeli has always felt that this time the single army dispatched thousands of tanks.

Including through reconnaissance planes, I also saw countless 'tanks' carrying huge turrets.

Because there has been no hard stubble, the mobile units of the single army have not suffered major losses, making Xin Deli mistakenly think that those are tanks.

This is not surprising. The transparency of the battlefield in this era is quite low, and to a large extent they still guess from each other.

The old man said: "Your Excellency, it is precisely because I know that I have to communicate with them directly. With all due respect, it is impossible for us to seek victory now. We can only end the war as decently as possible."

Although reluctantly, Xin Dila also nodded.

The old man said: "This time in Allahabad, the single army suddenly gave up the attack and retreated, which shows the problem."

Xin Dila said: "You mean..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Just like ten years ago, neither Wanshengtun nor Moscow will allow them to cross the Himalayas and reach out to the subcontinent. Obviously, they also know that there is a red line in their hearts. Once Crossing that line will only put them on the back foot. This is our chance..."

Xin Dila frowned and thought.

The old man continued: "But a failure is a failure. Don't think about not paying a price like ten years ago. The situation was special at that time, and they had to worry about the influence. This time, they are in the name of a single country. They have no moral responsibility." pressure……"

Xin Dila nodded, she has already learned about what happened in the east, but what can she do.

The so-called mutiny of the Pakistani army is nothing more than a deception.

If at this time, hold on to it and strongly condemn it, it will be a big trouble if those people are forced back to Allahabad.

Therefore, even though Li Yuanchao knew that Li Yuanchao was cutting down mountains and ruining temples in the east, Xinde Li tacitly pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Xin Dila said: "What will we pay? Territorial integrity is the bottom line."

The old man fell silent.

Xin Dila frowned: "Can't you keep it?"

The old man sighed and said, "It's hard, at least Northeast... We can help Bangladesh become independent, so can they."

Xin Dila's eyes flickered, and he weighed and thought quickly in his mind.

If it's just the Northeast state, it's not unacceptable...

On the other side, Li Yuanchao was also thinking about the territory of Northeast China.

Du Fei had mentioned to him before that he could take the opportunity to annex the Northeast State, where the race and culture are closer to the single country.

If Li Yuanchao eats it, it will not be so difficult to rule.

Moreover, this time tens of thousands of Indian prisoners of war fell into the hands of local forces in the Northeast State, and the two sides formed a blood feud.

Although India and Du suffered a big loss this time, the size and population are there, and the local forces in the Northeast State cannot compete at all.

If they want to protect themselves, they must rely on the foreign aid of Li Yuanchao.

Is it eaten in the stomach, or is it used as a buffer in the front?

Li Yuanchao has not made up his mind.

Both options have their own advantages and disadvantages, swallowing the whale in one gulp is undoubtedly the most beneficial, but in the future, you will have to face India and Dudu directly, and how to manage it is also a problem.

It is not so easy to digest this land.

If it is kept, it is also an option to let the Northeast State become an independent country like Bangladesh.

And in this way, Li Yuanchao can free up his hands and focus on the southern part of the single country, trying to find a way to unify the country and get rid of his status as a warlord.

In a dilemma, Li Yuanchao couldn't help but think of Du Fei.

Faced with difficulties before, Du Fei could always point him in the right direction.

……

Du Fei, who was far away in Kuching, suddenly let out a "squeeze", and frowned when he saw the telegram he had just received from Xiangjiang.

Returning from India and Du this time, Du Fei originally planned to stay in Sarawak for a while and arrange and dispose of the treasures he brought back before leaving.

After finally getting the gold back, it must not be thrown into the vault to sleep, it must be circulated to generate value.

Next, Sarawak needs money for its industrial and infrastructure construction. A treasure worth 20 billion US dollars seems to be a huge number, but it is still too tight to build a country, and it must be calculated and spent.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was suddenly called back.

Zhu Li was also not very happy, her belly was getting bigger day by day, although she didn't expect Du Fei to give birth with her.

But now they have all come, but they have to leave again.

Du Fei had no choice but to kiss her, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Zhu Li: "You don't need to say, I understand~ the business is important, I'll watch for you here."

The name of Director Liao was used in the telegram, which is definitely not the usual situation.

Sure enough, Du Fei crossed the South China Sea by plane and met Director Liao immediately after arriving in Xiangjiang.

"Uncle Liao, hello~" Du Fei followed the secretary into the office, and immediately took a few steps to shake hands.

Director Liao got up with a smile, came out from behind the desk, and shook hands with Du Fei.

After taking his seat, Du Fei didn't talk nonsense and asked what was going on.

Director Liao took out a bulging document bag: "Here are your documents and related procedures."

Du Fei took it over and opened it for a look. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then looked at Director Liao and said, "Uncle Liao, are you asking me to go to Yindu?"

The procedures in the file bag are complete.

Director Liao nodded, smiled and patted Du Fei on the shoulder: "You go in private."

Du Fei frowned. Normally, this matter should not be his fault.

Director Liao saw his confusion and explained: "Don't be surprised, your ability is obvious to all."

Speaking of this, Director Liao's expression was very meaningful: "Some people have lost the battle, and their minds are finally sober. They took the initiative to contact them the day before yesterday, hoping that we can mediate..."

Du Fei really didn't know about this situation before, and he said in surprise: "So you're subdued?"

Director Liao said with a smile, "What else? If we hadn't taken a step back in Allahabad at a critical time, what would be the situation now?"

A thought flashed through Du Fei's mind, but he shook his head secretly, Wanshengtun and Moscow would not allow that kind of situation.

……

The next day, Du Fei boarded the Indus Airline direct flight from Xiangjiang to Mengmai.

Along with Du Fei, there were six other entourages, two of them were from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and four were in charge of security.

Because of the existence of these people, it was difficult for Compassion to show up, and Du Fei took it back to the portable space.

After six hours of flying, the plane arrived at Mengmai Airport.

Looking at the city below through the porthole, Du Fei felt a little emotional. He came back after only a few days away.

It's just that last time he came here secretly, but this time he came here in a grand manner.

When the plane landed, Du Fei and his party walked down the gangway.

The staff responsible for the reception from the Indian side had been waiting here long ago, led by a young man in white traditional attire.

The age is less than thirty, the skin color is very light, it should be a Brahmin or Kshatriya, with deep eyes, quite handsome.

"Mr. Du Fei, hello~" The young man stretched out his hand to shake Du Fei's hand, and he spoke fluent Chinese with a little Shandong accent: "Imranhan, it is a great honor to receive guests from afar."

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Du Fei smiled hypocritically: "Mr. Imranhan, hello, I am also very honored to be here in this land that has bred a great civilization."

Although Du Fei's visit was a private visit in name, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was just a cover.

There is a lot of room for maneuver in the private name, but it does not mean that Du Fei has no decision-making power.

On the contrary, just because there is no official identity restriction, Du Fei is more able to express his attitude and put forward conditions without considering it.

After some courtesy, everyone boarded a car and drove away from the airport, and then checked into the famous Taj Mahal Hotel.

Although it has been built for nearly 70 years, this most famous hotel in Indus still gives people a sense of majesty and magnificence.

For Du Fei, the only fly in the ointment is that this hotel belongs to the Tata Group.

Du Fei withdrew his gaze, looked at Imranhan next to him, and said with emotion: "It's so beautiful~"

Imranhan bowed slightly: "Thank you for your compliment."

At this moment, a man with gray temples, gold-rimmed eyes, and a suit came down quickly from the steps of the hotel.

Du Fei's eyes were fixed, and he immediately recognized the other party, the helm of the Tata Group - Wengerdick!

Wengerdick's appearance was obviously not a coincidence.

Du Fei looked at Imranhan.

Imran returned a smile.

At this moment, Wengerdick just came over, smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Du Fei, it's a great honor to meet you."

Du Fei was not petty, and shook hands with the other party: "Mr. Wengerdick, I have been in love with you for a long time, I am glad to meet you~"

Wengerdik can't speak Chinese, but he speaks standard English without an Indian-Duan accent.

Hearing Du Fei's meaningful response, he couldn't help but a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He and Du Fei's enmity is almost the same.

Not only did his nephew and younger brother die at Du Fei's hands, the bombing of the headquarters last time almost affected him.

However, at this time, facing the enemy, he had to put on a smiling face like a bitch receiving guests.

Not only can't take the opportunity to take revenge, but also let Du Fei live in the best room in his hotel, and do everything possible to ensure the safety of Du Fei and his entourage.

Don't mention how aggrieved I am.