Roosevelt sat quietly in a wheelchair at the White House in Washington, USA. On the blanket on his knees was a copy of the Washington Post. There was an awe-inspiring chapter on it. Our Chief Su was covered in bandages and spoke with righteous words.
The headline of the newspaper was also accompanied by the title written by Alice, the reporter of this article. Who else can tell a more despicable lie than this general?
"Pfft!" Roosevelt laughed. "Our kid is really interesting. Now he is more famous than me, the President of the United States."
Standing next to him was a blond woman in her thirties. She was Roosevelt's personal secretary Margaret Lehand. Roosevelt's personal secretary and lover couldn't help but wrinkled up after seeing it.
The beautiful eyebrows asked: "Dear, is there anything else worthy of our attention about this Chinese general?"
"Of course, Margaret, don't you think this young general is becoming more and more statesmanlike?" Roosevelt asked with a laugh.
Margaret covered her mouth in surprise, "Oh, God, don't you know his nickname? Liar, my God, I never knew someone could tell lies so confidently, and I've never seen someone so energetic."
How can the people of their country safely hand over the country to such a guy who tells lies?"
"Of course, why not?" Roosevelt asked, "Didn't he do a good enough job?"
"But, he lied," Margaret said in surprise.
Roosevelt reached out and picked up a pile of newspapers from his side, which were recent Chinese newspapers sent by Alice. "But the people of his country did not blame him, but praised him highly, didn't they?"
Roosevelt picked up the newspaper and pointed at a photo and the title on it. The title read "A Hundred Years of Bloody National Humiliation for Our Country" and the photo below was a photo of a burning Tokyo taken from an airplane.
"You see, the people of his country did not blame him. Instead, they compared him to a hero. His reputation is rising steadily in the country. I think he will soon surpass the chairman of their political ax." Roosevelt's
Then he said: "Although I can't read Chinese, I found someone to translate it. You can read it in the gaps between newspaper articles. Margaret, think about it, a country with huge military and economic power
A general who has great strength and has won the trust and love of the people. Does his future still need to be analyzed? That is a sure thing."
Roosevelt continued: "The ambitions of the Japanese are too great now. It would be better for someone to curb them so that we, the United States, can ensure our interests in Asia."
"Okay, I admit that your men's thinking is indeed different from that of us women. Let me go and call Mr. Hawkins in now. He has been waiting for you for a while. Don't you still have things to discuss?" Margaret
Te twisted her small waist and walked out.
After a while, Professor Hawkins, Roosevelt's senior staff member, walked in. Roosevelt smiled and motioned for him to sit down, and then said to Hawkins who had just sat down: "Dear Mr. Hawkins, I wonder what you learned from this bombing?"
Did you see something?"
"Bomber" Hawkins' words were very concise and went straight to the core of the problem. "From this incident, I see that the bombers of our great United States of America have fallen behind. If we don't catch up, we will definitely be left behind."
Yes, judging from the telegram sent by Ambassador Johnson in Japan, the losses caused by the Chinese bombing to Japan are huge. Hundreds of thousands of people have become homeless and military production has dropped by 100%.
Thirty, and more importantly, he gave the Japanese people a huge mental blow and aggravated the Japanese government's fear of this war."
"Yes." Roosevelt nodded. "There is another thing you didn't mention Hawkins, which is another form of war, which uses bombing to attack and weaken the enemy's war potential. Although China is unified in name, it is actually still divided.
Such a chaotic country is contrary to the interests we want to pursue. Therefore, we must cultivate a pro-American Chinese government. Hawkins, do you have any good ideas?"
Looking at the mysterious smile on Roosevelt's face, Hawkins understood what he meant: "Are you optimistic about this liar?"
Roosevelt finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha Hawkins, it seems you care about this little guy too."
"Yeah." Hawkins also laughed when he heard this, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't help it, this guy has become too famous recently. But I think he did it on purpose. This little guy is not what he seems on the surface.
It’s simple”
"Hawkins, in order to survive, each of us needs a few masks. This is necessary for life. We all have no choice. This may be a way for the little guy to protect himself."
Having said this, Roosevelt took out a brand new book and handed it to him, "Look, Hawkins, this is a book written by the little guy sent by my little niece Alice.
From the description of my society, ideology, beliefs, and surnames, it seems to me that this little guy’s understanding of the Japanese has reached an incredible level. The day before yesterday, I gave this book to those in the laboratory who specialize in Japanese studies.
After the scholars read it, they were very surprised and thought that this book would play a huge role in how we understand the personality characteristics of the Japanese people. Hawkins, do you think the person who wrote this book is a person who has no wisdom and talks nonsense?
Guy?"
After Hawkins took the book, he saw that the title written on the cover of the book was the big characters Chrysanthemum and Knife. He opened the first page of the book and read softly, "In the beginning, God gave each nation a clay cup.
From this cup, people drink their lives. No foreign country can order the people of other countries to accept a certain way. This is what is called living your own life and letting others live, seeking common ground while reserving differences, and developing together."
After turning a few pages, Hawkins couldn't help but smile bitterly: "God, is this book really written by a young man who is less than thirty years old? Why do I feel like it was written by an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life?"
Where’s the book?”
Roosevelt also sighed, "But God just let it happen, and it happened right next to us. Hawkins, after reading this book, don't you think we need to make some changes to China's strategy?"
Hawkins also sighed and said with a smile: "Yes, wouldn't it be too lonely if there were only Japan's combined fleet sailing in the vast Pacific Ocean?"
Both of them are smart people, and what they say is as difficult to understand as a riddle to others, but for people with extremely high IQs like them, sometimes one sentence will make the other person understand what they mean.
"Yes, it's time." Roosevelt nodded.
"Okay, then Mr. President, are we going to start contacting China's largest warlord?"
Hawkins was a little excited when he heard this. "You know, I am very curious about that ancient country. I have always wanted to go there to see what a country that has lasted for more than five thousand years is like."
"Well, I think you should leave as soon as possible. After all, now is the time when they need support, and we also need a country that can curb the greedy ambitions of the Japanese in the Pacific." Roosevelt nodded and suddenly said
Said: "Of course, our support is not free, for example"
"Such as that kind of aircraft technology, right?" Hawkins said with a smile.
"Hahaha" the two looked at each other and laughed.
Su Tong didn't know that so many people were so interested in his newly produced aircraft and himself. Now he was sitting in the combat command room of the Nanjing Garrison Headquarters. At this moment, he had already taken off the bandages on his body and changed
He put on a brand new military uniform, with the general's star on his shoulder shining brightly. Under him sat Luo Zhuoying and several other senior officers.
"Sir Su, since the Japanese troops outside the city learned the news that Tokyo was bombed, they have been attacking our positions like crazy. The positions everywhere are very tight, especially at Yanyutai, where the Japanese troops attacked the most.
It was fierce. Under the command of Prince Asaka Palace Kituhiko, they attacked fiercely regardless of casualties. Now the casualties of the 42nd Division have reached more than 4,000 people. The situation is not good."
Luo Zhuoying's report made Su Tong frown: "What does Prince Jiuyan of Chaoxiang Palace want to do? Is he crazy? You know if they attack like this, the casualties will definitely be greater than ours."
Su Tong pondered for a while and considered that the 42nd Division was a new unit after all, and such a high-intensity battle could not last too long, so he ordered: "Order, the 42nd Division withdraws to Nanjing for rest and recuperation, and the 10th Division is sent up, and tells Peng Zeyuan that this
If the settlement is successful, then that's it. If the settlement is not successful, I will settle the old and new accounts with him."
Peng Zeyuan, commander of the 10th Infantry Division in Nanjing City, was doing a deduction in front of the sand table at the division headquarters. The correspondent sent Su Tong's order: "Sir, Commander Su ordered our troops to rush to Yuhuatai immediately to take over the position of the 42nd Division. Sir Su
I said, if this battle goes well, that’s all. If it doesn’t go well, he will settle the old and new debts with you."
Peng Zeyuan knew in his heart that Su Tong was referring to the matter of his disobedience last time. If the fight was successful this time, everything would be easy. If the fight was not good, then he would be punished. "Well, it's not just about guarding Yanyu.
Taiwan? As for scaring me so much? Are you always threatening me with that matter? This time I will guard Yanyu Terrace to see what you say." Peng Zeyuan, who was a little dumbfounded in his heart, muttered, but did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly greeted him.
The whole division gathered together and prepared to go to Yanyutai to take over from the 42nd Division.