Bourne: Command and Conquer Chapter 906

Chapter 906, Great Power Game

 Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.

 Make conditions? OK! I have many conditions.

but…

Can you really agree?

hehe.

Who doesn't know how to draw pancakes?

 If you promise now, but fail to do so later, I can't do anything to you.

　　Deliberately pondering.

Klingschmann said slowly: "Just tell me!"

"I'm not…"

Who told China that it is completely unable to produce large-caliber artillery shells?

 hurt feelings.

 For sale bf109 fighter jet? Don't even think about it.

 “That won't work.”

Klingschmann refused.

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

 It's too unkind.

 “Then, the artillery shell production line?”

 “We don't lack 75mm. We need a large diameter…”

"impossible!"

"you say."

impossible?

Forget it.

 Dream!

  “Yes. Others.”

“I heard that your latest fighter jet is bf109…”

Klingschmann:…

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

"Fighters are impossible. We haven't officially put them into service yet. How can we sell them? Please make other demands."

Klinschmann once again refused.

Klingschmann himself is in a dilemma.

"Really can not."

 Zhang Yong was silent.

 It's too much to ask for.

 Must buy every hair.

 Howitzers are expensive, and artillery shells are even more expensive. Krupp didn't know how satisfied he was.

Grass. This doesn't work either. That's not OK. Talk about something silly.

 Sure enough, these Gestapo deserved to be relegated to the dust of history.

 The German army also needed a large number of artillery shells. Where can I find production lines for sale?

What's more, if the production line is sold, business will be difficult to do in the future. Now Germany is making a lot of money selling artillery shells. Where are you willing to let go?

 The artillery shells sold to other countries may only cost thirty dollars. But selling it to China costs at least fifty dollars. The profits there are really too high.

 Zhang Yong was silent.

"no?"

 “Say it!”

 “105 and 150 of…”

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

 “75mm might be okay.”

 “What's the caliber?”

"no."

 Let's just spend it like this.

"others…"

　　　Mad, there is no sincerity at all.

 Very annoyed. I think Zhang Yong is a toad who wants to eat swan meat.

 Honestly speaking, at this moment, he doesn't want to cooperate with Zhang Yong. Want to replace someone.

 The question is, who should I replace?

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

 After much thought, no one can.

 This Zhang Yong is unique. There is no substitutability.

 “I'll mention it again.”

 “Mention it again?”

 “Yes. Let's see if there's anything we can do.”

 “Industrial machine tools.”

 “This…”

Klingschmann hesitated.

 Actually, he wanted to refuse outright.

 The Germans themselves don't have enough industrial machine tools, so where can they export them?

 Germany is currently rapidly expanding its military and needs a large amount of weapons and equipment. All the machine tools are working at full capacity.

 It is simply impossible to free up. Not even in small quantities.

real. very nervous.

"never mind."

 Zhang Yong then changed his tune.

 The other party hesitated. That's just impossible.

　　　Understand everything.

 It seems that it is impossible to get any profit from the Germans.

 Everyone is stingy as hell. Not a penny was plucked.

 Only willing to give blank visas.

 Because the visa does not require substantial expenditure.

 “You can mention it again.”

 “Unexpected.”

 Zhang Yong refused.

Anyway, I also have a temper, okay?

You don't agree to any conditions I put forward, so I won't mention them at all.

I won't bother to take care of your troubles from now on.

“Take all the weapons and equipment on the ship.” Klingschmann gritted his teeth. Make an unsolicited offer.

 He knew Zhang Yong's personality very well.

This guy's nickname is "Desperate for Money". Eyes open at the sight of money. greedy.

 If you want him to help you, you must give him enough benefits.

 Otherwise, the call cannot be made.

 From a personal moral point of view, he despises the other party.

 Too greedy.

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

 Let someone else come. One, I don't have that ability. Second, they will still be hardworking.

 Zhang Yong is different.

As long as there are enough benefits, he will help you do the work. Also did it very beautifully.

 “Is there any weapons and equipment on the ship?” Zhang Yong pretended to be stupid.

 “Yes.” Klinschmann felt that he might have let something slip. But it can no longer be taken back.

"how many?"

“I don't know the exact number. But it should be no less. The remnants of the stormtroopers from the past are all here.”

 “How many are there?”

 “At least one Eagle.”

 “What Hawks?”

"The establishment of the stormtroopers. It is a regiment. About three thousand people."

 “Huh? So many?”

 Zhang Yong looked very surprised.

 It's not that I'm completely pretending. It was indeed a little surprising.

 A group? More than three thousand people?

 Oh, the German regiment has a large establishment, 3,800 people is the regular establishment.

 A regular infantry battalion has 800 men.

 A group from the beautiful country also has a large number of people. Basically there are more than 3,500 people.

 An infantry regiment of the Chinese army often only has 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 military strength…

 The firepower gap…

 German infantry regiments are equipped with 105mm howitzers and tanks...

  Turning around to look at the freighter.

 There are so many weapons and equipment on the freighter?

This condition seems good.

but…

 Pretend to be stupid.

He is not willing to rush up immediately.

 “Kill the people, and all the weapons and equipment will be yours.” Klingschmann emphasized repeatedly.

 “Okay…” Zhang Yong agreed readily.

  It is a map prompt, with white dots entering the edge. Marked.

 Suddenly John and William from the Concession Industry Bureau arrived. Another one is Bob.

 John is an Englishman. William is an American. Bob is also British. They all arrived, something must have happened.

 Most of them are here for German freighters. Then it'll be fine.

 Just use them as a shield.

 “Wang Yuchuan!”

"arrive!"

 “Be prepared to attack.”

"yes."

Wang Yuchuan agreed and went.

 Soon, everyone took action. fully armed. Prepare to attack.

Klingschmann finally felt relieved.

 Sure enough, Zhang Yong is a trustworthy person. As long as you give him a benefit, he will act immediately.

 Zhang Yong himself was also carrying a shell gun.

　　Pretend to go all out and fight to the death.

They even arranged for multiple explosive packages to be prepared. It seemed like he was going to have a big fight.

Klinschmann was even more satisfied.

 Looking at the time, there are still eight hours left, enough for Zhang Yong to take action.

 “Get ready!”

 Zhang Yong deliberately issued orders loudly.

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

 “Stop!”

 “Stop!”

 Suddenly, people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau arrived.

 The one who roared was Bob. He has the lowest position and is responsible for making announcements.

 Zhang Yong turned around pretending to be confused.

Klingschmann:? ? ?

what happened?

 Why are the people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau here?

**** it!

 What are they here to do?

　　I won't come early, and I won't come late, but I'm coming at this time.

Turning around, he shouted to Zhang Yong: “Action!”

 Zhang Yong was in a daze.

　　　It seemed as if I didn't hear it at all.

Klinschmann became anxious and said hurriedly: "The freighter will also send it to you!"

 “Ah…” Zhang Yong seemed to be stunned.

"You kill the man, and the freighter will be yours, and everything on board will be yours." Klingschmann risked his life.

 “Okay!” Zhang Yong seemed to wake up. Turn around and take action immediately.

 “Come on!” He waved to the people around him.

 Someone rushed up immediately.

 Someone appeared on the freighter. Raise the gun.

"Da da da…"

"Da da da…"

 Very crisp gunshot. It's a submachine gun.

 The bullet is in the open space in front. No one was hit. Obviously, this is a warning.

 “Hidden!”

 Zhang Yong shouted.

 Everyone immediately retreated. All kinds of concealment.

"Da da da…"

"Da da da…"

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

 Zhang Yong tilted his head and listened. I feel that the sound of this gun is very comfortable. Very quickly and neatly. But I don't know what kind of gun it is.

Confuse. Are the remnants of the stormtroopers equipped with new weapons?

 Look back quietly. Found it was okay. Klinschmann was called away.

  Representatives from Britain and the United States came, and Klinschmann obviously couldn't bear it.

 Either, he was asked by them to educate him directly. Or disappear quickly. Klinschmann obviously chose the latter. He ran away quietly.

 There is no way. Germans can be bad sometimes.

 They were, after all, a defeated country. There are no more troops in the Far East.

 The British and Americans both have troops stationed in the Far East. The French garrison is also very large.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ifier

"yes."

 Zhang Yong waved his hand.

okay. No more acting.

 The only spectator has left. The show ends.

Yang Lichu walked over quietly.

"what happened?"

"What?"

 “Who are the people on the boat?”

 “The remnants of the stormtroopers.”

"What?"

Yang Lichu was completely at a loss.

 She didn't know about the stormtroopers. Don't know about Night of the Long Knives either.

 In fact, these things all happened secretly.

 Even among Germans, only a few people know about it. Ordinary German people don't know.

Ordinary foreigners have naturally never heard of it.

"never mind."

 “Then, what to do next?”

 “Negotiation.”

"All right."

Yang Lichu made arrangements.

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

The reason is of course very high-sounding. Just to protect their safety.

The other party agreed.

 It was still Paulus who came down.

 Unlike before, Paulus had a gun in his hand.

 Zhang Yong recognized it immediately.

This is a Somi submachine gun! Finnish.

 The accuracy is very high. 72 round drum magazine. The firepower is super brutal.

 Using 9*19mm Luger pistol ammunition. The effective range is about 200-300 meters.

 In a word, good stuff.

 The best of the best. Every Somi is synonymous with high quality.

The Finnish army used the Somi submachine gun to make the polar bear army suffer a lot. Later, Polar Bear's Bobosha submachine gun also looked a bit like Somi.

I guess it was a psychological shadow that left a deep impression on me, so I directly borrowed the appearance.

Like Thomson, Somi's only drawback is that it's expensive. Processing is difficult and takes a long time. Unable to be mass produced.

Unlike Bobosa, although the craftsmanship is rough, it is strong and durable. The key is low cost and easy production. In three years, we can produce 6 million for you. Equipment for the entire regiment. Direct quantity coverage.

envious…

 Good gun…

want to…

 I wonder how many Suomi are on the freighter?

The boat belongs to Zhang Yong. Everything on the ship also belongs to Zhang Yong.

 Including these Somi exquisite products of course. He was drooling.

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, it seemed to remind him that the German language pack had been loaded. But it's a beginner level. Can only barely communicate. To become proficient, you must use it regularly.

 “Oh? Is there such a good thing?” Zhang Yong immediately cheered up.

I wanted a German language pack before. I didn't expect it to actually come.

 Good, good, good.

This system is people-friendly. Just considerate.

 But no thanks.

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

 Whenever you can build 100,000 aircraft carriers for yourself, it will never be too late to thank you.

 Silence.

 Try to speak in German.

“I know who you are.” Zhang Yong said slowly.

 “So what?” Paulus disagreed.

 Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

This Zhang Yong can actually speak German?

 Although the words are a bit stiff and seem to be very unskilled. But I do say it.

Yang Lichu next to her was also surprised. She also didn't expect that Zhang Yong actually learned German. It seems there are no German female spies...

This guy is mysterious and often has unexpected abilities.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't need to be a translator.

 She hates being a translator.

So he slipped away quietly.

 “You speak German?” Paulus asked suspiciously.

“Self-taught.” Zhang Yong responded calmly, “If I'm not good at it, please give me some advice.”

"snort!"

 “Why did you shoot before?”

 “It's on fire.”

 “Then shoot each other?”

 “It has nothing to do with you.”

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

"unnecessary."

  Paulus responded coldly.

Just like the arrogant look his uncle used to have before he surrendered.

 “I know about the Night of Long Knives…”

"What?"

 “Or call it Operation Hummingbird?”

"how do you know?"

 “So what they say. Bards. Gypsies. French. You know, they are a very old profession. Some of their prophecies are true and some are false,”

"The Gypsy prophecy said that your head of state will conquer France, conquer the Low Countries, and he 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 **** of the sea. The sea is What he will never conquer. He will look back and try to conquer the far East…"

 Zhang Yong is vivid and lively.

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

 “What about my uncle Paulus?”

"Unfortunately. He will soar into the sky. Then crash to the ground. With broken wings. Lost by the Volga."

 “Why not the Ural Mountains?”

"Because your leader's footsteps were blocked by the Volga River."

 “Nonsense.”

 “Yeah, it's total gypsy nonsense.”

 Zhang Yong responded with a smile.

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

 But by the winter of 1943, you had to believe it or not. Gypsies are just that magical.

 “Who else is on board?”

 “You don't need to know.”

 “Then when will you leave?”

 “We're not leaving.”

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

 Are you not leaving? What's the meaning?

etc. Make it clear first.

 This is Wusongkou Pier. It's my territory.

Your ship docks at my dock, I...

 Oh, sorry, this boat is mine. That's okay.

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

"open…"

 “Mr. Bob, my old friend…”

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

"Please say."

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

"What?"

 “I'm done.”

"ah?"

 Zhang Yong was stunned.

 Finished? Three sentences?

etc. What's the meaning?

 San Francisco is too far. The roads are not safe. It's not safe to go anywhere else…

 He seems to understand every word. However, when they are put together, it seems that they don't understand?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ifies you.

 “Uh, see you later…”

Watching Bob leave.

 Soon, John and William also turned around and left.

 Zhang Yong:? ? ?

Confused.

What exactly is going on?

The two uncles came here in person and didn't say anything?

 Just come and watch the fun?

“The British and Americans do not welcome people on freighters. Neither do other countries.” Yang Lichu's voice came.

 “Why?” Zhang Yong's mind hadn't caught up yet.

“In short, other countries do not welcome the arrival of this cargo ship. Therefore, they can only stay at Wusongkou Pier for the time being.”

"ah…"

 Zhang Yong finally reacted.

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

 No other country receives it.

 Obviously, other countries have received the information. And showed his attitude.

 This is troublesome.

Other countries are unwilling to accept it, so China...

Chiang Kai-shek definitely doesn't want to do it either!

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

etc…

 Suddenly, Zhang Yong discovered another thing.

 Englishmen and Americans both showed up. Why are there no French people? Don't the French know this yet?

Well…

so complicated…

 It's so nerve-wracking…

 Suddenly, the map prompted that a white spot was coming.

Check. It was discovered that it was Yuan Bin. It was the French Minister Xiangli. Does his appearance represent the French?

 Just wait and see what happens.

Sure enough, Yuan Bin came towards Wusongkou Pier.

 Finally, he came to Zhang Yong. Give a polite salute. 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 pier and expressed his deep sympathy. He sent me here to inform him. I hope that Team Leader Zhang will fully consider the hardship and fatigue of the guests who have come from afar, and I hope you will give them full care. I hope you can provide all possible help. The general director has informed your government of this matter."

"clear."

 Zhang Yong's clever answer.

 The French finally came forward. Still the attitude of a guarantor.

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

Now that the SA has broken with Lao Xi, they are friends of France.

Although, two years ago, the stormtroopers were still the most fanatical representatives, roaring to regain Alsace and Lorraine.

　　Mad…

The world is changing so fast.

  A little uncomfortable.

 Fortunately, he is just a small person.

 The big guys are fighting, and he is caught in the middle. Although it is a bit uncomfortable. However, there are benefits.

 In the game of great powers, if a little bit leaks out from the cracks of his fingers, he will benefit a lot.

 So…

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

  【To be continued】

 (End of this chapter)

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