What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 576 Forget it, let's destroy it (400 monthly votes in July)

For Dai Ying, what could be more painful than bowing down to a chicken?
A: No.

For the British, Iceland is just a minor ailment among the major threats on their doorstep; the parliament can just dab at it when it has nothing better to do. The most crucial issues are always the bald hen and Hans.

But no matter how powerful the Hans were, the threat was on land, and after the High Seas Fleet, there was no more Hans navy.

As long as they can't land, even if the army and air force are powerful, Britain still has the ability to counterbalance them.

But the Germans are different; their army is a traditional strength, and their navy is not weak either!

From the Age of Sail to the Age of Dreadnoughts, and then to the Age of Battleships, if it weren't for that lightning strike, it would have been the number one navy in Europe, and even after suffering a severe setback, it recovered extremely quickly after the war.

Until 97, the aircraft carrier force possessed by the US was very close to that of the UK.

The sunken Clemenceau was already scheduled to be decommissioned, but the most crucial nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, the Daigole, remained intact. Originally planned to achieve operational capability in 99, it has now been decided to expedite the process and achieve combat capability by early 98.

With the addition of the conventionally powered HMS Foch, they have completely overwhelmed the Royal Navy!
Under these circumstances, Britain's use of its gold reserves to secure support from the British Air Force was purely a last resort, a helpless choice made under multiple circumstances.

Moreover, after Blair agreed, he continued to look for other ways. After all, losing the war would at most force him to step down, but compromising with the hen would surely lead to him being drowned in everyone's spit!
Not only him, but Javin Wilson also thought so.

As a trusted confidant of Terren, Wilson was also Blair's cousin.

More importantly, he had been in charge of intelligence work and was the one who discovered the Stasi's reconstruction, so he knew many "old friends".

After secretly arriving in Groningen, he used his old connections and then contacted a Stasi employee who had rejoined the organization through an intermediary, stating his purpose directly.

The newly rebuilt Stasi naturally refused and resolutely denied their identities, while Wilson, knowing that building trust was difficult, simply pulled out his trump card:
Half a ton of gold.

Although the reborn Stasi's secret activities are covert, this very fact will inevitably lead to a lack of sufficient funds. Gold, which carries no risk, may not be able to impress the lost empire, but it will certainly impress the Stasi and the people behind them.

Hammond, who dared not fall asleep, could not refuse. Cole could only pretend not to know about the Stasi's existence as much as possible. He had to subsidize most of the funding himself. Half a ton of hard currency, gold, was enough to do a lot of things.

Furthermore, Hammond didn't really believe that the Third Fleet would actually land in Britain, so he ultimately made the decision to make secret contacts.

Tang Wen was pleasantly surprised upon receiving the news, silently marveling at how useful this seemingly insignificant move had been.

……

"Does this really work?"

“Wright, I don’t think they have any reason to play us for fools.”

After exchanging a conversation that resembled a divination, Hammond and Wright remained uneasy.

To be honest, Moonlight Communication is too mysterious, and the weather hasn't been good lately.

The moon was mostly obscured by clouds today; will the signal be able to get through?

This was the first time the two had attempted to communicate. In fact, Hammond had always wanted to contact the other party. The Stasi had reached its limit on its own and needed the help of a powerful organization to go further, otherwise it would perish sooner or later.

In reality, the half ton of gold didn't impress Hammond much. He thought that if the Third Fleet had informed him of the attack in advance, he might have earned 10 tons of gold just from the stock market.

"Hey, the rudder is moving!"

Wright suddenly noticed that the ship's rudder was shaking on its own during the conversation. It took him several seconds to realize that it was Morse code communication, and he hurriedly copied it down.

Fortunately, Tang Wen always repeated the letter three times, so Wright quickly obtained the complete letter and then translated it:

To: All the warriors who silently march forward for the continuation of the empire

We have preliminarily verified Javin Wilson's identity. Please bring him aboard the submarine. A U-boat will arrive at the following coordinates in 30 minutes: XXXXXX. The Third Fleet is pleased to receive your letter. Please trust that everything is planned in advance; there is no need to worry about the future. Just continue with the current plan.

The Emperor has seen your efforts and will provide some support in the future.

Commander of the Third Fleet, Lütjens Horus

Both of them were deeply shocked after reading it, not only because of the content, but also because the reply time was a maximum of 1 minute!

Can moonlight really be used for communication?
Hammond looked at Wright, who glanced at the door and shook his head slightly.

The Stasi also conducted a thorough inspection of the model ship and set up a radio listening device during communications; if they had discovered anything, they would have come in and informed him long ago.

The two men's understanding of the Lost Empire's technology was refreshed once again. Without hesitation, they dictated the information to a trusted agent, who then went to inform Wilson in person.

About 20 minutes later, Wilson was taken alone to the designated coordinates in a small boat, where he watched helplessly as a submarine surfaced in front of him.

He nervously stepped onto the wet bow of the submarine, only to find the hatch opening automatically, and a blue-eyed captain of impeccable blood pulled him inside.

The U-boat gradually sank.

……

The blue-eyed captain coldly led the way, and Wilson could only follow closely behind.

In the cramped and stuffy cabin, the sailors, whose appearance alone made them identifiable as orthodox men, were working efficiently and silently as they passed by Wilson, the only sounds being the mechanical systems and the circulating air.

The two eventually entered the forward torpedo launching chamber.

The U-boat, weighing several hundred tons, was far too small. You had to squeeze through the passageway sideways to get through. The weapons room at the front, however, had some space, enough for two people to stand upright.

(The image below shows a submarine that dogs inspected (now decommissioned and open to the public))

After the blue-eyed captain entered, he suddenly turned around and saluted him, causing the bewildered Wilson to stop and return the salute.

“You can call me Schmidt. I am speaking to you on behalf of the Lost Empire.”

"Uh……"

Wilson glanced at the man's shoulder. Captain? Representing the Lost Empire?
Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Schmidt tapped his head with his finger:
"Rest assured, the Emperor and the Council are watching in real time. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. If you don't believe it, you can leave now."

"No, no, no, uh, I believe you."

Wilson nodded quickly, but in his heart he wondered if he would have to leave through the torpedo launch port if he said he didn't believe it!

However, he didn't really believe that the "Emperor" and the "Council" were watching, but he had no other choice but to assume that they could do it.
Seeing Schmidt standing there, he had no choice but to straighten his chest and show some authority, and said:

"On behalf of Prime Minister Blair, I authorize negotiations with the Lost Empire. I hope you can recognize reality and not be so stubborn. The Allied Forces' technological superiority is more than enough to easily annihilate you!"
However, the world's people are already weary of war. If the Third Fleet surrenders voluntarily, we guarantee the safety of all relevant personnel and ensure their reasonable treatment!

Schmidt: "..."

Tang Wen, more than a thousand kilometers away:

"..."

Forget it, destroy it.

(End of this chapter)