nucmednet Chapter 1154 Qiu Jian’s Handwritten Letter
Chapter 1154 Qiu Jian’s Handwritten Letter
Late at night in the Prime Minister's office, Churchill sat at the oak desk that had served several generations of prime ministers, with a piece of high-quality letter paper in front of him. He thought for a long time, and finally picked up the pen and began to write.
To Mr. Su Zhengyang, President of China:
When you receive this letter, our handover work on Hong Kong City should have already begun. As the Prime Minister of the English Empire, I have to admit that you have won this game with your superb skills.
A century ago, we opened the door to the Far East with our powerful ships and cannons. At that time, England was so powerful; at that time, the Far East was so decadent. But time has passed, and things have changed. Today, China has used the same method to make us understand the changes of the times.
I have to admit that you are much more terrifying than I thought. You transformed China in just four years, crushed Fuso in less than half a year, and now you have defeated us in the Far East in just a few months. This efficiency and courage are chilling.
Frankly speaking, if the threat from the Bird Empire wasn't right in front of me, I would never give up Hong Kong so easily. But you know this very well, don't you? You chose to put pressure on us at this time because you calculated that we were unable to look east.
This reminds me of a truth from a hundred years ago: a weak country has no diplomacy. Now, our situation in the Far East is just like that of the Qing Empire back then. This may be the irony of history.
However, I still want to remind you: Don't think this is the end. Yes, you won this round, but the game has just begun. When we win the European battlefield and deal with that madman Hidler, we will eventually return to the Far East.
By then, I hope you will still remember this letter. Remember the warning of an Imperial Chancellor: Never underestimate the resilience of England. As you said - the truth is within the range of the cannon. One day, we will return with a stronger fleet.
Of course, these are all later. At present, I have ordered full cooperation in the handover of the port city. I believe that with your wisdom, you will be able to maintain the prosperity of the port city. After all, a declining port city is not good for anyone.
Finally, let me say this: you are much more dangerous than Hitler. He is a madman, and you are a hunter who knows how to wait for the right moment. This makes you a hundred times more terrifying than he is.
May God bless us all to survive this great change.
Prime Minister of the English Empire
Winston Churchill
1933/ 3/ 4
Qiu Jian put down his pen and read the contents of the letter carefully. This was both a letter of surrender and a letter of warning. He knew that Su Zhengyang would definitely understand the meaning of it.
He put the letter into an envelope, sealed it carefully with wax, and stamped the emblem of the Prime Minister's Office on it.
"Go find Mason," he told his secretary, "and ask him to send the most reliable person to personally deliver the letter to Su Zhengyang."
Please continue to describe the subsequent plot.
In March in the north, the cold wind is still biting.
In the midst of the heavy snow, the steel torrent of the Northern Division was advancing towards the northeastern border. Armored convoys and military trucks left deep tracks in the snow, and thousands of soldiers marched forward on the snow, their uniforms covered with white frost, but it did not slow down the army's marching speed at all.
"Reporting to the division commander," a staff officer rode up to Otto, "the 34st Armored Regiment has arrived at the designated position, and the heavy artillery battalion has also completed its deployment."
Otto stood on a high ground, looking at the army in the distance. The Northern Division, this elite division built by him, was like an eagle spreading its wings, gradually approaching its prey.
"Very good," he put down the telescope, "Let the troops continue to advance according to the plan. Remember, the Russian Far East Military District must see everything clearly."
"Yes!" The staff officer stood at attention and saluted.
Otto turned and walked towards his command vehicle. The car was warm as spring, and a detailed battle map was hung on the wall. His eyes wandered on the map and finally stopped at a red mark - the headquarters of the Russian Far East Military District.
"This time," he muttered to himself, "I want to see how long you can be so arrogant."
At the same time, thousands of miles away in St. Petersburg, a storm was brewing in the Winter Palace.
"Ridiculous! Absurd!" Tsar Nicholas III threw the telegram in his hand to the ground. "How dare the Chinese provoke us like this? Who do they think they are!"
"Your Majesty," Foreign Minister Sergei said tremblingly, "According to the latest intelligence, China's Northern Division has begun to gather towards our Far Eastern border..."
"Northern Division?" The Tsar sneered, "You dare to challenge the Russian Empire with those yellow-skinned monkeys?"
"Your Majesty," Military Minister Tymoshenko interrupted, "I'm afraid this force is not that simple. According to intelligence, they are well-equipped, well-trained, and..."
&34;And what?&34;
"Moreover," Tymoshenko swallowed her saliva, "it was this army that defeated the main force of the Fuso Empire half a year ago."
There was a brief silence in the hall.
"So what?" the Tsar insisted, "We are the Russian Empire! We have 34 troops in the Far East!"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Tymoshenko whispered, "but we have a lot of troops deployed in the east against the Byrd Empire, troops in the Far East..."
"That's enough!" the Tsar was furious, "I don't care what method you use, you must not let China get involved in our Far East territory! Absolutely not!"
But the ministers present could see the lack of confidence in his tone. They all knew that the current Tsarist Russia was no longer the empire that dominated the Far East.
In this snowstorm, the Northern Division is approaching step by step. They are like an eagle ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.
&34;Snap!&34;
The crystal glass in the Tsar's hand smashed heavily onto the marble floor, and fragments flew everywhere.
"This is impossible..." he muttered, his voice full of disbelief, "This is absolutely impossible..."
The Chinese nation, which had always been weak in his eyes, the ancient Eastern nation that had been slaughtered at will by them, now dared to show its fangs to Tsarist Russia? This was simply like an absurd joke.
"Your Majesty..." Sergei wanted to say something.
"Shut up!" the Tsar roared. "Everyone, shut up!"
He staggered to the window and looked at the falling snow. Just four years ago, he was still laughing at China's weakness. But now...
"Fuso is done," his voice trembled, "Ingrid has given in, now it's our turn..."
This feeling, this feeling of powerlessness, this feeling of humiliation, almost suffocated him. Once upon a time, a decree from the Russian Empire could make the entire Far East tremble. But now, they have to face the threat of a former "barbarian".
"Your Majesty," Tymoshenko said cautiously, "perhaps we should consider negotiations..."
"Negotiate?" The Tsar turned around, his eyes flashing with madness, "Are you suggesting that the Russian Empire bow down to those yellow monkeys?"
"But your majesty," Tymoshenko continued, suppressing her fear, "we don't have enough troops in the Far East..."
"Not enough for what?" the Tsar sneered. "Not enough to defend our territory? Not enough to fight against a country that was nothing four years ago?"
He walked to the map of the Far East hanging on the wall, and traced the vast land with trembling fingers: "We paid for all this with our blood. Now you tell me that we are going to give it to others?"
&34;Your Majesty...&34;
"Take back the Far East..." The Tsar suddenly laughed, with a hint of sadness in his laughter, "You are right, this is probably just a foolish dream."
He turned around and looked at everyone present: "Look at what we are like now. On the Western Front, we were beaten back by the armored forces of the Bird Empire. On the Eastern Front, we couldn't even deal with a former barbarian."
"This is the current state of the Russian Empire," he said, his voice full of self-mockery, "an empire that can only survive by remembering its past glory."
The hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind and snow outside the window. Everyone saw the decline of an empire and the end of an era.
In the far northeastern border, the iron torrent of the Northern Division continues to advance. The wheel of history rolls forward, and no one can stop it.