The man in the white hat took his eyes away from the map, picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, and said outside the room:
"Ager, go tell Kaul to come to my office."
A respectful voice soon sounded outside the door:
"clear."
A few minutes later.
The entrance to the man in the white hat's office was knocked lightly, followed by a rich male voice:
"Mr. Jawaharlal, this is Kaul."
"Please come in."
Crunch——
The door of the house was then pushed open from the outside, and a man in military uniform with a round face and short hair walked in with his chest raised:
"Good morning Mr. Jawaharlal."
The man in the white hat nodded towards him and nodded to a chair in front of him:
"sit down."
The man named Kaul sat down on the chair obediently, but his buttocks were only halfway up the back. His upper body was straight and his hands were placed flat on his knees, as if he was listening to instructions.
Seeing this, the man in the white hat showed a look of satisfaction on his face and asked Kaul:
"Kaul, have you heard about the Chinese fleet's sailing?"
Kaur's expression became serious:
"heard."
"What do you think about this?"
Kaur's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this. This is an expression he often makes when thinking:
"Mr. Jawaharlal, I think the Chinese may have some ideas about the Diaoyu Islands."
"oh?"
The corner of Jawaharlal's mouth curled up:
"How to say?"
Kaul pointed to the map on the wall of his office and explained:
"According to the Cairo Declaration of that year, China's Northeast, Treasure Island, Penghu Islands, and Diaoyu Islands are all lands stolen by the Neon people. Across the sea and the United Kingdom are still the sponsors of the declaration."
"After the war, in order to lay out East Asia, Haidang reached an agreement with China Logistics and took over the jurisdiction of the Diaoyu Islands."
"However, this kind of trusteeship is not justified after all. In addition, the rabbits are still developing smoothly despite the blockade, so it is only a matter of time before the Diaoyu Islands are evacuated across the sea."
"Under such circumstances, China will definitely pay attention to the Diaoyu Islands, so this time the fleet is nominally escorting the tanker, but in fact it is to deter and remind them of the ownership of the Diaoyu Islands."
Jawaharlal nodded slightly, paused, and then asked Kaul:
"Kaul, how do you think the incident will develop next?"
Kaur immediately felt solemn. Based on his understanding of Jawaharlal, this was obviously a question to test himself:
"Mr. Jawaharlal, I think that in the coming time, China is likely to go all out to prepare for a round of war with China Treasure Island."
"After all, the location of the Diaoyu Islands is very sensitive. It is only 190 kilometers away from the Huaxia Treasure Island. It also involves issues of territorial waters and exclusive economic zones. The logistics side will never sit back and watch rabbits control the Diaoyu Islands."
"Therefore, I make a bold judgment that the Rabbits will next gather the core forces of the land, sea and air forces in the southeastern region. This is not difficult to see from their current attempts to ease relations with the bears - they need
Peace in the north."
Jawaharlal listened to Kaul's analysis quietly, and remained silent for a full minute under Kaul's slightly nervous gaze.
Just when Kaul thought he had said something wrong, Jawaharlal suddenly asked a question:
"Cal, do you think we have a chance to steal something?"
"Steal something?"
Kaur was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously wanted to reply that we are not stickmen, but he soon came to his senses:
"Mr. Jawaharlal, do you mean that while China is focusing its attention on Treasure Island, let's try..."
Say it.
Kaul made a knife-like shape with the palm of his right hand and slashed hard towards a certain direction on the map.
Jawaharlal nodded immediately:
"That's right."
After receiving Jawaharlal's affirmation, Kaur's breathing became a little faster in an instant, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Unlike other generals who fought on the battlefield, Kaul's current status has a lot to do with Jawaharlal's regard.
He is a bit like Anthony of Manchester United in later generations. The transfer fee was as high as 100 million, but he only scored one goal in a year.
Therefore, Kaul urgently needs the opportunity to prove himself. In fact, in the past few years, he has given Jawaharlal a lot of eye drops against China.
Unexpectedly, with the Chinese fleet traveling now, Jawaharlal actually proposed the idea of taking a piece of meat from China.
How could this not please Kaul?
In addition, Jawaharlal came to discuss this matter with me... something was about to come out.
as expected.
Under Kaul's gaze, Jawaharlal said something that made him almost fall off his chair:
"Kaul, I want you to be in charge of leading the main attack this time. Are you confident in completing the mission?"
Jawaharlal's words exploded in Kaur's ears like thunder, and Kaul's mind briefly went blank.
But soon, Kaur felt a surge of blood and pride surge into his heart:
"No problem, Mr. Jawaharlal. I swear by the honor of the ancestors of the high-caste Kaul family that this raid will definitely complete its mission!"
"If I didn't achieve results that satisfied you...you don't need to punish me, because I would have died on the battlefield by then!"
While talking.
Many, many words floated through Brij Mohan Kaur’s mind:
Expanding territory and opening up new territories...Asan, the most invincible god of war in history...the glory of the family...the national idol.
Fortunately, Kaul retained some sense while being excited. He quickly touched the corner of his mouth and forcibly brought his mind back to reality.
Jawaharlal opposite him seemed to be very satisfied with Kaur's answer. After all, Kaur and he were related. Being able to let his relatives obtain this military exploit also had a certain influence on Jawaharlal's own authority.
It has a very good reinforcing effect.
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"In that case... Kaul, please go back and prepare. Military orders will be issued soon."
"As for the time of the raid... let's set it on September 19th."
September 19th.
This was also a day that Jawaharlal had carefully considered.
Currently, the Chinese fleet is still some distance away from the Diaoyu Islands, and it will take about two days to reach the relevant waters.
However, this fleet alone obviously does not have the ability to attack ground targets. Therefore, if there is friction between the two sides, it will probably take a week to ten days for the incident to further ferment before a large-scale conflict may break out.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Jawaharlal decided to set the time for the raid more than half a month later, on September 19th.
Of course.
If Neon's Chief Cabinet Secretary Kurogane Taimi knew what Jawaharlal was thinking, he would probably shake his head with a wry smile.
joke.
Nowadays, the energy on the other side of the sea is completely devoted to the nuclear weapons launch silos of the Sugar Cane Country. The other side has long been warned not to conflict with the Chinese fleet, so Jawaharlal's prediction of expecting a conflict between the two sides was simply wrong.
Not to mention that the rabbits’ target this time is not the Fishing Islands themselves...
........
At the same time, Jawaharlal and Kaul were secretly preparing for the raid.
A certain area in southwest China.
Liu Taishan, the head of a certain border defense regiment stationed here, is welcoming a special guest:
"Old Yao? Why are you here?"
Standing in front of Liu Taishan was Yao Guangrui, the head of the logistics department of a large unit of their army, a muscular man who wore plateau red because he was stationed on the plateau all year round:
"Lao Liu, why can't I come? Didn't you receive the notice from the organization?"
"The Logistics Department will transport a batch of supplies to your station in the near future. I am also a member of the Logistics Department after all. What's wrong with showing up here?"
"no no....."
Liu Taishan is a standard dull man, and he is not very flexible with his words. When Yao Guangrui retorted like this, he said "no" several times before pointing forward, and he was even forced to speak in a Northeastern accent:
"No, Lao Yao, did you expect so many supplies and so many people to come?"
be honest.
Liu Taishan can be regarded as someone who has seen big scenes, otherwise he would not have been assigned to garrison in such a sensitive area by the organization.
But at this moment, he was really confused:
About a month and a half ago, a telegram was sent from the organization, saying that a batch of supplies would be delivered to their regiment headquarters in a while.
Although the organization sent a batch of cotton clothes and food a few years ago, no one dislikes the large amount of materials at their disposal these days, and Liu Taishan and their station are in a special location. Coming from southern Sichuan, they have to climb several mountains with an altitude of 3,000 to 4,000 meters.
The high mountains, so after knowing that the organization had replenished a batch of new supplies, Liu Taishan happily agreed.
The result was unexpected.
The supplies were delivered on time today, but the true identity of this batch of ‘materials’ made Liu Taishan’s brain a bit out of control:
The supplies shipped this time actually amounted to thousands of living people. There were more than a hundred troop transport trucks alone, and there were also the same amount of ammunition and food...
To know.
Liu Taishan's border defense regiment has more than 70 stations, camps and sentries, with a total of only about 3,000 people...
Liu Taishan estimated that the transportation company of a large unit would not be able to have so many vehicles. It was most likely that some military industrial units in the province or even outside the province were requisitioned to get them all.
Looking at the confused Liu Taishan, Yao Guangrui suddenly laughed, pointed at a man next to him and said:
"Come on, Lao Liu, let me introduce you."
"This is Comrade Huang from Si Ye. His specific position is XXX..."
Yao Guangrui reported the name of a unit and then continued:
"Next, Comrade Huang will cooperate with you in your work. Your regiment will be temporarily renamed... um, renamed [Quick 3D Printing Center]."
Liu Taishan:
"?!"
Fast 3D printing center?
What the hell is this?
Yao Guangrui was also a little uncomfortable with this title, but he quickly explained:
"Old Liu, don't care what its name is. In short, your regiment headquarters has been temporarily changed to a frontline headquarters in terms of function. You should be aware of this."
"Frontline headquarters?"
Liu Taishan was startled again, but this time he quickly came to his senses:
"Old Yao, are we going to fight?"
Yao Guangrui nodded subconsciously, then quickly realized something and added:
"Well, to be precise, we are entering the war preparation stage. If Ah San doesn't attack us, we will definitely not take the initiative to attack others."
Liu Taishan felt as if he had become an innate question mark saint today, doing nothing but asking questions:
"...So the organization has sent so many people and supplies here just to wait for Ah San to sneak attack on us, and then we are ready to fight back?"
"But that's wrong. How did the organization know that Asan would carry out a sneak attack? - Our border guard station did not receive any relevant intelligence."
"I don't know about that."
Yao Guangrui shrugged towards Liu Taishan and said:
"Anyway, this is the instruction from the capital, let's just follow it."
Yao Guangrui seemed to be persuading Liu Taishan, but in fact he was using words to hint to himself - he himself was puzzled.
About two months ago.
The large unit received the organizational message, and the organization deployed a batch of materials and personnel from various places, requiring the large unit to arrange them to the corresponding station.
The number of soldiers mobilized this time is probably close to 30,000. Counting the eight infantry regiments stationed on the front line, the number of soldiers on the border is close to 50,000.
These personnel are not scattered across the border, but are assigned to several areas in a fixed-point manner.
However, the large unit clearly did not receive any news about Ah San's gathering of troops. Coupled with the strange naming of the headquarters in the organization, the whole thing seemed strange.
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It was as if someone already knew what Asan was going to do in advance, and even knew exactly where they were going to hit.
It was so strange that the top leaders of large units took the initiative to seek confirmation from the capital. It was not until they received a personal call back from a certain big rabbit that the large units gave up their concerns.
Of course.
This thing is weird, but if Ah San really acted according to this script... then it would be a lot of fun.
After all, in the words of his second-in-command in the logistics department, the organization has prepared enough supplies to send them all the way to Delhi...
.......
While Rabbit and Ah San were making preparations, something was also happening in other places.
Across the sea tens of thousands of kilometers away.
At this moment.
A middle-aged neon man in a suit had just finished arguing with missile experts and successfully postponed the date of identification photos for another day.
After carrying his briefcase and walking out of the building, the middle-aged neon man sighed quietly:
"Your Majesty the Emperor, I can only delay it for two more days at most..."
at the same time.
In a white house less than three kilometers away from him in a straight line.
A middle-aged woman who looked like a secretary was holding a memorandum and said respectfully to the blond man in front of her:
"Mr. John, the car for September 17th is ready. It is your favorite convertible. I wish you a happy holiday and leave everything behind..."
.........
Note:
Ah San's plot is just like this in the main text. If I write about it, it will be historical nihility and international disputes. The reviewers have already been very tolerant to me, and I can't add any more obstacles to them...