Rebirth of the Flying Era

 No one wants to put their head in their belt.

Especially the soldiers recruited from Danbei under Li Yuanchao, most of them had no religious support and were just for pay.

This trip to eat is full of money. It is not a military officer. Ordinary soldiers can also drop three or four thousand dollars in their hands.

How can these people be accused of risking their lives when they return to Shanguo?

That is simply impossible.

 But Li Yuanchao had no choice but to let his people do this kind of thing.

He had already made up his mind that he would have to undergo a major blood exchange when he returned this time. These well-fed soldiers could no longer stay in the army.

 Otherwise, it will only ruin the atmosphere of the team.

  However, how to place it is a problem and must be carefully considered.

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

Let them return to their hometowns. As long as there are several brothers in the family, they will become local powerful men.

Thinking of this, Li Yuanchao pursed his lips. These people must not be let go and must be controlled.

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

 On the other hand, officers do not need to be so serious.

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

 It won’t change much because of some floating money, unless the money is particularly large.

More importantly, most of the officers under Li Yuanchao were old brothers who came from China.

These people are young, have gone to school, are educated, and have the drive not to be afraid of death. In fact, they formed an officer corps around Li Yuanchao similar to the Junkers.

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

This is the basic foundation of Li’s aid to the DPRK. Only with their support can the rights of the Li’s aid to the DPRK be stable.

 Le Yuan Chao shared wealth and power with them.

Just when Li Yuanchao and Said were cutting mountains and destroying temples on the eastern front, Xin De and Li didn't know whether they really didn't know or were pretending to be deaf and didn't react much.

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

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

 At this moment, the single army suddenly retreated from Allahabad.

Xindila completely lost her sense of proportion. The great joy and sorrow after such extreme tension made it impossible for her to stay calm.

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

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

 However, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone.

Just after taking a breath, Xindila received another bad news.

 The treaty of peace, friendship and cooperation that had been agreed upon with Big Goose suddenly changed its mind in Moscow.

 The meeting room in Victoria Palace.

 When I received this news, Xindila was in a meeting.

 Everyone present was an old fox, and they immediately understood what was going on.

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

Xindila's face was livid, her hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging, and she immediately terminated the meeting.

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

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

Xindila gasped and cursed angrily: "Damn it! This is deception, those treacherous bastards! They all deserve to go to hell~"

After venting her anger, Xindila managed to calm down and sat down on the sofa after exhausting her energy.

The old man who had just come in with her without saying a word, now said: "Your Excellency, anger will not help. We must take measures now."

Xindila pinched the bridge of her nose hard, rested her head on the back of the sofa, and said feebly: "What measures should be taken?"

The old man was obviously prepared and said in a deep voice: "We cannot relax on the Moscow side. Let the ambassador in Moscow find a way immediately. The treaty can be temporarily shelved, but we must urge them to speak out for us as much as possible."

Xindila cheered up and nodded.

The old man continued: "Second, let us take action at the agency in the capital and let Hua Xia intervene to mediate and strive for a ceasefire on the eastern front."

Xindila raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that the other party would have this idea.

He frowned and said: "Let them come forward? Are you kidding? What a single country, just a warlord, you really think he has this strength. If nothing else, just one thing, how can he get so many tanks."

Xinde and Li have always felt that this time a single army dispatched thousands of tanks.

 Including through reconnaissance planes, we also saw countless "tanks" carrying huge turrets.

Because there has been no hard confrontation, the mobile unit of the single army did not suffer heavy losses, which made Xin Deli mistakenly think that they were tanks.

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

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

Although he was reluctant, Xindila also nodded.

The old man said: "This time in Allahabad, the single army suddenly gave up the attack and turned to shrink back, which illustrates the problem."

Xindila said: "You mean..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Same as ten years ago, neither Wanshengtun nor Moscow will allow them to cross the Himalayas and reach out to the subcontinent. Obviously, they also know very well that they have a red thread in their hearts. Once Crossing this line will only make them passive. This is our opportunity..."

Xindila frowned and thought.

The old man continued: "But if you fail, you will fail. Don't pretend to be like ten years ago without paying a price. The situation at that time was special and they had to worry about the impact. But this time in the name of a single country, they have no moral sense. pressure…"

Xindila nodded. She had already learned about what happened in the east, but what could she do.

The so-called mutiny by the Pakistani army was nothing more than a cover-up.

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

Therefore, even if they knew that Li Yuanchao was cutting mountains and destroying temples in the east, Xinde and Li pretended to be deaf and dumb with a tacit understanding.

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

 The old man fell silent.

Xindila frowned: "Can't I keep it?"

  The old man sighed and said: "It's difficult, at least the Northeastern states...we can help Bangladesh become independent, and they can do the same."

Xindila’s eyes flickered, and her mind was quickly weighing and thinking.

If it’s just Northeastern states, 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 Northeastern state, where the race and culture were closer to those of Shan.

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

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

Although Indu suffered a big loss this time, its size and population are simply not something that the local forces in the Northeastern state can compete with.

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

 Should it be eaten in the stomach, or should it be held up in front as a buffer zone?

Li Yuanchao has never made up his mind.

Both options have their own pros and cons. Swallowing it in one gulp is undoubtedly the most beneficial, but in the future you will have to directly face Indu. In addition, how to manage it is also a problem.

 It is not that easy to digest this land.

If we keep it, letting Northeastern states establish an independent country like Bangladesh is also an option.

Moreover, in this way, Li Yuanchao would be able to free up his hands to focus on the southern part of Shanguo, trying to find a way to unify the country and get rid of his status as a warlord.

 When faced with a dilemma, Li Yuanchao couldn't help but think of Du Fei.

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

 …

Du Fei, who was far away in Kuching, suddenly sneezed and frowned as he looked at the telegram he had just received from Xiangjiang in his hand.

Coming back from Indu this time, Du Fei planned to stay in Sarawak for a while and distribute and dispose of the treasure he brought back before leaving.

After finally getting the gold back, it must not be left in the vault to sleep. It must be circulated to generate value.

  Next, Sarawak’s industrial and infrastructure construction will require money. Treasures worth two billion US dollars seem to be a huge number, but it is still insufficient for building a country and must be spent carefully.

Who would have thought that he would be recruited back at this moment.

Julie was not very happy either. Her belly was getting bigger day by day, although she had not originally expected Du Fei to accompany her during the birth.

 But now that everyone has come, they are leaving again.

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

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

Sure enough, Du Fei took a plane across the South China Sea and met Director Liao as soon as he arrived in Xiangjiang.

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

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

 After sitting down, Du Fei didn't waste any time and directly asked what was going on.

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

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

 The formalities in the document bag are very complete.

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

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

Director Liao noticed his confusion and explained: "No need to be surprised, your ability is obvious to all."

　　At this point, Director Liao had a meaningful expression on his face: "Some people have finally become clearer after suffering a defeat. They took the initiative to contact us the day before yesterday, hoping that we would mediate..."

Du Fei really didn’t know about this situation before, so he was surprised and said: "You are giving in now?"

Director Liao smiled and said: "What if we didn't take a step back in Allahabad at the critical moment? What would be the situation now?"

 Du Fei had a thought in his mind, but secretly shook his head. All Saints Tunnel and Mosco would not allow that situation.

 …

 The next day, Du Fei boarded a direct flight from Xiangjiang to Mengmai on Indu Air.

Du Fei was accompanied by six entourage members, two of whom were from the Foreign Education Department, and four who were responsible for security work.

 Because of the existence of these people, it was difficult for Compassion to show its face, and Du Fei took it back to his personal space.

 After a six-hour flight, the plane arrived at Mengmai Airport.

Looking at the city below through the porthole, Du Fei felt a little emotional, having only been away for a few days, he actually came back.

　　It’s just that last time I came secretly, but this time I came openly.

The plane landed, and Du Fei and his party walked down the ramp.

The Indian receptionist has been waiting here for a long time. The leader is a young man wearing white traditional clothes.

 He is less than thirty years old, his skin is very light, he should be a Brahmin or Kshatriya, his eyes are deep and he is quite handsome.

"Hello, Mr. Du Fei~" The young man extended his hand to shake Du Fei's hand, and spoke fluent Chinese with a slight Shandong accent: "My dear Imran Khan, it is a great honor to receive guests from far away."

Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling man, Du Fei showed a hypocritical smile: "Hello, Mr. Imranhan, I am also honored to be able to come to this land that gave birth to great civilization."

 Although Du Fei's visit was nominally a private one, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was just a pretense.

 Private names can leave a lot of room for maneuver, but it does not mean that Du Fei has no decision-making power.

 On the contrary, precisely because there was no official status restriction, Du Fei was able to express his attitude and put forward conditions without hesitation.

After being polite, everyone got in the car and drove away from the airport, and then checked into the famous Taj Mahal Hotel.

Although it has been built for nearly seventy years, this most famous hotel in Indu still gives people a majestic and magnificent feeling.

 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 Imran Khan next to him, and said with emotion: "It's so beautiful~"

　　Imranhan bowed slightly: “Thank you for the compliment.”

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

Du Fei’s eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized the other person, the helmsman of the Tata Group—Wenger Dick!

 The appearance of Wingedijk was obviously no coincidence.

Du Fei looked at Imranhan.

 Imran Khan returned a smile.

At this time, Wingedick happened to come over, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Du Fei, it is a great honor to meet you."

　　Du Fei was not too petty and shook hands with the other party: "Mr. Wingedick, I have been a close friend of you for a long time. I'm glad to meet you~"

 Wingedik doesn’t speak Chinese, but he speaks very standard English without an Indu accent.

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

 He and Du Fei's hatred was almost sworn in.

Not only did his nephew and younger brother die at the hands of Du Fei, but the headquarters was bombed last time, which almost affected him.

However, at this time, facing his enemies, he had to put on a smile like a **** accepting guests.

Not only cannot he take the opportunity to seek revenge, he must also let Du Fei stay in the best room in his hotel, and do everything possible to ensure the safety of Du Fei and his entourage.

 I feel so depressed.