Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 303 We, who love peace, impose a sales ban on both sides.

10 Downing Street.

The Iron Lady got into high-efficiency work mode.

In her eyes, Britain had few famous figures, and after Churchill, she was next in line. One saved Britain from defeat during the war, and the other led Britain toward a brighter future in peacetime. She used an iron fist to promote the privatization of enterprises, allowing them to regain their vitality in the market.

Now, Britain is also facing war, and they will not be defeated!
The Iron Lady believed that this war would make her a legend.

dong dong!

"Come in!"

The Iron Lady raised her head briefly, then lowered it again to continue reviewing the documents, and asked, "North, what happened?"

"Our air force's bombing operation has failed."

Snapped!
The Iron Lady closed the file, her gaze sharp and intimidating: "What's going on?"

The navy was still assembling, but the air force's bombers were the first to be deployed to bomb the Falkland Islands. This operation could only succeed; failure was not an option. After all, this was the first war in which Britain had intervened militarily! Unexpectedly…

"We originally deployed two Vulcan bombers, along with 11 tanker aircraft, using a relay refueling method to support these two bombers on their mission. However... during the flight, one of the bombers malfunctioned and was forced to return, leaving only one. When it was still more than ten kilometers away from the target, it was shot down by fighter jets patrolling over the Falkland Islands. Currently, the whereabouts of the crew are unknown..."

"Shot down? What plane did it?"

"It's not clear yet, but... the most likely possibility is Super 7."

"Damn it..." The Iron Lady's face darkened. "Didn't we ask the East for the technical data on this aircraft?"

"This one……"

"Report!" another voice rang out from outside.

"Come in."

"The Crying Country has released a video!"

The Iron Lady's face grew even uglier; this video might be a psychological attack.

Sure enough, when the television was turned on, a disheveled pilot appeared on screen, still wearing his flight suit, with a look of terror on his face.

"Name, age, and job title?"

"Michael Jackson, age 28, co-pilot of British 50th Bomber Squadron, XM607 Vulcan bomber."

"What is your mission this time?"

"Take off from Asunción and bomb the Falkland Islands."

"Now, what do you want to say?"

"This...this is an impossible mission! I...I want to go home..."

"Damn it, that coward! Doesn't he know that we're reclaiming the Falkland Islands for the glory of Britain? Someone like him doesn't deserve to be a member of the Royal Air Force!" The Iron Lady gritted her teeth. "What are the Air Force's plans?"

"Our Vulcan bombers have too short a range, requiring multiple in-flight refuelings, and they also cannot receive fighter escorts. Bombing the Falklands is inherently dangerous. After this failure, the Air Force should stop these meaningless bombing operations. The real battle will be fought by the Navy..."

Relay bombing was unreliable to begin with. If it had succeeded, we might have been able to do it a few more times. Now that the first bombing has failed, how can we continue?
"Doesn't our air force have suitable bombers?"

"Actually...no, but..."

"But what?"

"The H-6 bomber from the East has a range of 8,000 kilometers and only needs one aerial refueling to make a round trip. Moreover, this type of bomber is not expensive..."

"North, what are you thinking? Britain buying bombers from the East? We'll be laughed at by the whole world! Damn it, call a defense meeting immediately!"

The Iron Lady believed there was definitely a way, but it certainly wouldn't be to buy from the East; if she were to buy anything, it would be from America…

The Land of Weeping.

"Fantastic! This operation was a complete success! The fighter jets from the East never let us down!"

Castelli was extremely satisfied: "Next, we'll buy ten more Super-7 fighters from the East. It's time to expand our fleet!"

“But… this is wartime! Given the nature of Easterners, they won’t take sides in the conflict.” De Cuéllar said with some concern.

"No, the East is our friend, they will definitely go! Anaya, send the most reliable people over there!"

"it is good!"

"Also, send Marines to sneak onto Asunción Island. That way, we can detect them immediately when they launch bombers. We should also send a few fishing boats over from the vicinity..."

Asunción Island is quite large, so hiding a few special forces soldiers wouldn't be a problem. They wouldn't need to fight; they just need to monitor the fighter jets taking off from the island. This mission is not difficult at all.

"Yes."

After making these arrangements, Castelli smiled and said, "Hmph, even if the British come, we have ways to send them to the bottom of the sea. We still have the C801 anti-ship missile, a powerful weapon we haven't used yet!"

"Report, the US ambassador has arrived."

"Really? Please let him in."

Castelli firmly believes that the United States is his good friend, and that in this conflict with Britain, the most likely outcome is that the United States will simply remain neutral.

“Mr. Castelli, your actions are becoming increasingly outrageous. I am here to convey the White House’s opinion: you had better evacuate Falkland Islands as soon as possible in order to maintain peace.”

Castelli was stunned: "Mr. Ambassador, what are you saying? I clearly conveyed my intention to take action to you before the operation, and you agreed!"

Castelli secured his position with American support, so during his presidency, he pursued a pro-American policy. He would never buy advanced fighter jets from the East if the US were willing to sell them. Furthermore, before launching the war, he even called the White House. At that time…

"When did we agree to that?"

"You say you're neutral on our contradictions?"

"Maintaining neutrality, of course, means not supporting your unilateral attempts to change the status quo. General, can't you even understand that?"

What?
Castelli's face instantly darkened. Had he misunderstood?
"Now, you'd better leave Falkland Islands, otherwise..."

Just then, slogans rang out again outside.

Long live the Weeping Kingdom!

"Long live the Falklands!"

The shouts entered his ears and stimulated Castelli's nerves.

"I'm sorry, I cannot grant your request. The Falkland Islands have been our territory since ancient times!"

What a joke! They've already taken it back. If they were to hand it back now, the enraged people would storm the Rose Palace and tear it to shreds!
He's already in a bind.

Besides, even if the United States doesn't agree, what's done is done, what can they do?
"Alright, since you've chosen this path, then we Americans have no choice but to fully support Britain."

what?
Castelli watched the departing figure, his expression complex: "How could the United States do this? We are your best friends in South America!"

That's right, the crying country is America's best friend in South America, but at the same time, Britain is America's best friend in Europe. In comparison, Europe is definitely more important!

Of all the countries in the world, the United States' closest ally is the United Kingdom, and as for the squid... the squid is America's father.

Watching the American ambassador leave, Castelli slumped into a chair, feeling utterly abandoned and empty inside. But... they had no choice but to protect the Falklands and prepare for the impending war.

The East, the capital, CATIC.

"Manager Liu, you're already at work, right? You should agree to our requests now, shouldn't you?"

Rahim's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Ahem, well... we've already reported your requests. After all, CATIC sells aircraft and isn't responsible for other things. You should actually submit these requests directly to the relevant departments."

"You sold the planes to the Crying Nation, and now these planes have shot down our bombers. You must take responsibility for this!"

"Then why did you, Britain, sell Type 42 destroyers to the crying country? When these destroyers sink your warships on the battlefield, who will you hold responsible?"

Rahim was taken aback.

“We understand your feelings, but please also understand our predicament. When we sold the planes to the Weeping Nation, we didn’t expect them to use them to attack you! The weapons themselves are not wrong; the fault lies with the people who wield them.” Manager Liu continued to patiently persuade them: “Rest assured, in order to maintain peace in the South Atlantic, we solemnly promise that we will not sell any weapons to either side of the conflict during the war.”

Britain is unlikely to buy weapons from the East. This commitment not to sell weapons to either side of the conflict also means that it will not sell aircraft to the weeping nation.

This was their only gain.

Rahim glanced at Manager Liu with a complicated expression: "When will your superiors make a decision?"

"I don't know either. They're already in a meeting, and we should have a result soon. Please be patient."

Seeing that this was the inevitable outcome, they had no choice but to leave AVIC. Manager Liu warmly saw them off to the door and put them in their car, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

This is just the beginning. Who knows how many more times they will come in the future? However, as a seasoned veteran of the officialdom, Manager Liu is confident that he can handle it.

only……

"Manager Liu, a customer has arrived!"

"What kind of customer?"

"The Land of Weeping".

Manager Liu's expression changed: "You didn't run into the British, did you?"

"No, they just set off and will probably arrive tomorrow."

"Oh, there's still time. By the way, let's go find Comrade Qin Liang!"

In the conference room.

“Having tasted success, the Crying Country is definitely here to buy a second batch of Super-7 fighter jets,” Qin Liang concluded immediately after listening to Manager Liu’s explanation.

"But... I just promised the British that I would not sell weapons to the Weeping Nation during the war."

Manager Liu felt that he had brought this upon himself.

Actually, the statement that we shouldn't sell weapons to either side of the conflict is meaningless. Right now, we're selling weapons to both Yi and Lang, making money from both sides – that's the right way to go.

However, neither Yituo nor Langtuo had strong backing, while the war in the South Atlantic was different. Britain was still a world power, and selling weapons to the crying country was clearly a slap in the face to Britain.

“Just because we’re not selling doesn’t mean others aren’t,” Qin Liang said.

Manager Liu's eyes lit up: "Go on!"

"You should know that Iran still has a large number of Super-7 fighter jets. If Iran sells them to the Crying Country, then it has nothing to do with us. Afterwards, we will have to explain this to Britain..."

"Okay, we understand! Liangzi, we get what you mean, you want to help the Crying Kingdom win this war, right?"

"Whether the Crying Nation can win or not, I don't know. However, we must make the British Navy pay a heavy price so that they can lower their noble heads when negotiating with us in the future."

The East and the Weeping Kingdom are far apart and have no direct conflict of interest. They are neither enemies nor friends, and have almost no contact with each other.

However, in this war, we need to give our full support and let the British know that the British Empire on which the sun never sets is long gone, and this naval battle is just the afterglow of the setting sun. Our export-type weapons from the East can sink your ocean fleet to the bottom of the sea. If we were to do it ourselves... hehehe.

This is laying the groundwork for negotiations with Hong Kong!

Manager Liu nodded: "Yes, we understand. Is there anything else you need to tell us?"

"Have!"

"Speaking!"

The next day, at the headquarters of CATIC.

"Mr. Garcia, I never expected it to be you..." Manager Liu was extremely surprised as he looked at the person getting out of the car.

When they went to the Weeping Kingdom for the demonstration, Manager Liu went along. Afterwards, the Weeping Kingdom's navy was very impressed. At the banquet, everyone drank together and summarized their experiences. That's when he became acquainted with the man in front of him. As for his identity...

Captain of the May 25th!

During this unusual time, instead of crying and commanding warships in the Chinese Navy, he actually ran away?

This is unscientific.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk."

It's easy to be spotted outside; who knows if there are British people lurking nearby?
In the conference room.

"We are here today hoping to purchase another ten Super-7s, and we hope that you can deliver them immediately."

They had been abandoned by the United States. When the Americans said they would support the British, they were angry and felt a sense of urgency. If they could not quickly strengthen their own power, they would be in great danger.

Therefore, it must be purchased immediately!

"I apologize, everyone. You should have seen our public announcement. We call for a peaceful resolution to the dispute. At the same time, in order to avoid escalation of the conflict, we have also decided to suspend all arms exports to the warring parties."

Garcia's face instantly darkened. What did that mean? We've been abandoned by the Easterners too?

"Therefore, we are unable to provide you with a second batch of Super-7 fighter jets, back then..."

"Don't talk about what happened back then. I just want to know what we should do now. We've been abandoned by the Western world. Now, we..."

“Mr. Garcia, please don’t be agitated,” Manager Liu said. “We are a major power, and we keep our word. Therefore, we definitely cannot provide you with these fighter jets. However… Iraq also purchased a large number of Super-7 fighter jets from us, and they haven’t all been delivered yet. If you have any needs, perhaps…”

Garcia's expression gradually softened, and his eyes regained their light.

You have to admit that Easterners are clever; they even managed to come up with this solution.

"Of course, considering the complexity of this transaction, a one-time payment is definitely required..."

"Yes, quite a few people in our country have donated generously, so we have enough funds to buy ten Super 7s!" Garcia finally smiled.

"Gentlemen, the upcoming war may be very brutal. You must be prepared, especially to protect these fighter jets. Once the British realize that the Super-7 poses a significant threat to them, they will use all means to destroy the jets, including sending special forces..."

Garcia was taken aback. They hadn't really thought that far ahead; it was all thanks to the Easterner's reminder! Otherwise... the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Any more?"

"Your navy's anti-submarine capabilities are very poor. If war really breaks out, you will have to guard against British submarines. They are likely to use submarines first to take out your main warships, such as the Belgrano cruiser you have. It is too conspicuous and easily targeted by the British."

The navy of the Crying Nation was quite incompetent, playing virtually no role throughout the entire war.

At the very start of the war, the main force of the cruisers, 10,000 tons, a legacy of World War II bought for two million US dollars, was destroyed by the American submarines. The May 25 was so scared that it dared not go out and stayed in the port all day. Occasionally it went out and found an opportunity, but there was no wind in the Atlantic and it could not launch its carrier-based aircraft!
These situations now need to change!
"Then what do we do?"

"Don't you have Y-10 maritime surveillance aircraft? Perhaps by combining the two, we could..."

Garcia's eyes sparkled.

Although only ten Super-7s were purchased, four Y-10s were purchased, and they are all equipped with maritime search radar, which can detect the periscope and snorkel of submarines!
If handled properly... the navy can also achieve merit!
"Yes, we will remember your kindness."

"No, no, you're wrong. We didn't say anything. We just reminded you to take a look at the operating manual for the Y-10 maritime surveillance aircraft."

"Okay, okay, okay. Is there anything else?"

"Also... the C801 missile, not only air-launched, but also shore-based and ship-launched, can be deployed to the Falklands. When you talk to the Iraqi government, you can also talk to them about this missile..."

The advanced technology cannot be sold; otherwise, with the replacement of advanced turbofan engines and modified anti-ship missiles with a range of three to four hundred kilometers, coupled with the Y-10 maritime surveillance aircraft, the British Navy would not be able to approach the waters within two hundred kilometers of the Falklands.

Now, we can only set the distance to forty kilometers, but that's not a big deal. Forty kilometers is quite a distance in this day and age.

This war is a good opportunity to test our various advanced equipment. Real combat is the best way to test equipment. If we become famous in naval battles, we can better sell our equipment to the world in the future.

"Any more?"

"As for other options, we can't think of any for now."

"Okay, let's set off for Yituo now."

　PS: The cruiser Belgrano.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)