Rebirth of the Flying Era

No one wants to put their head in their belt.

In particular, most of the soldiers recruited from Danbei under Li Yuanchao did not have the support of faith, and they were just for pay as soldiers.

This trip was full of food. Not counting officers, ordinary soldiers could have three to four thousand dollars in their hands, and even ten or twenty thousand dollars in excess.

When these people return to Shan Kingdom, can they be accused of risking their lives?

That's simply impossible.

But Li Yuanchao had no choice but to let his people do this kind of thing.

He had already made up his mind that he would have to undergo a major blood change when he returned this time. These well-fed soldiers could no longer stay in the army.

Otherwise, it will only ruin the atmosphere of the team.

But how to place it is a problem and must be carefully considered.

These people are young and strong, they need to be courageous and capable, and now they have money in their hands.

Let them return to their hometown. As long as there are a few brothers in the family, they will become local tyrants in an instant.

Thinking of this, Li Yuanchao pursed his lips. These people must not be let go and must be controlled.

At the very least, they cannot be allowed to become hidden dangers.

On the contrary, officers do not need to be so serious.

Those who can become officers are elites. These people have their own family background and have a large number of valuable social connections.

It won't change much because of some floating money, unless the money is particularly large.

What's more important is that most of Li Yuanchao's officers are old brothers who came from China.

These people were young, educated, educated, and energetic and not afraid of death. In fact, they formed an officer corps around Li Yuanchao similar to the Junkers.

Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan, and Zhong Yuemin are among the best.

This is the basic foundation of Li Yuan Chao. Only with them can Li Yuan Chao's rights be stable.

Le Yuan Chao shared wealth and power with them.

When Li Yuanchao and Said were cutting mountains and destroying temples on the eastern front, Xin Deli didn't know whether they really didn't know or were pretending to be deaf and didn't react much.

It is estimated that Xindila and her generals are still in shock.

What they fear most these days is bad news coming from Allahabad, which will be fatal.

But at this moment, the single army suddenly retreated from Allahabad.

Xindila completely lost her sense of proportion. The great joy and sorrow after such extreme tension made it impossible for her to stay calm.

But in any case, the crisis in the east was temporarily lifted, allowing them to calmly deal with the failure on the western front.

The top priority now is that due to the failure of Lahore, there was a hole in the western defense line. They must block this hole to prevent the Pakistani army from breaking out of the salient.

However, good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes alone.

Just after taking a breath, Xindila received another bad news.

The treaty of peace, friendship and cooperation that had been agreed upon with Big Goose suddenly changed its mind on Moscow's side.

Conference room in Victoria Palace.

When I received this news, Xindila was in a meeting.

Everyone present was an old fox, and they immediately understood what was going on.

The unfavorable situation on the battlefield made Moscow re-evaluate their strength, and the previously agreed terms were no longer suitable.

Xindila's face was ashen, her hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging, and she immediately terminated the meeting.

Back in the office, she picked up the crystal globe on her desk and smashed it on the ground.

With a bang, the crystal clear globe fell to pieces.

Xindila gasped and cursed angrily: "Damn it! This is deception, those treacherous bastards! They all deserve to go to hell~"

After venting her anger, Xindila reluctantly calmed down and sat down on the sofa after exhausting her energy.

The old man who had just come in with her without saying a word, now said: "Your Excellency, anger will not help. We must take measures now."

Xindila pinched the bridge of her nose hard, rested her head on the back of the sofa, and said feebly: "What measures should be taken?"

The old man was obviously prepared and said in a deep voice: "We cannot relax on the Moscow side. Let the ambassador in Moscow find a way immediately. The treaty can be put on hold for the time being, but we must urge them to speak out for us as much as possible."

Xindila cheered up and nodded.

The old man continued: "Second, let us take action at the agency in the capital and let Hua Xia come forward to mediate and strive for a ceasefire on the eastern front."

Xindila raised her eyebrows, not expecting that the other party would have this idea.

He frowned and said, "Ask them to come forward? Are you kidding me? What a single country, just a warlord. Do you really think he has this strength? If nothing else, how can he come up with so many tanks?"

Xin Deli has always believed that this time a single army dispatched thousands of tanks.

Including through reconnaissance planes, we also saw countless tanks carrying huge turrets.

Because there had never been any hard confrontation, the mobile units of the single army did not suffer heavy losses, which made Xin Deli mistakenly think that they were tanks.

This is not surprising. The transparency of the battlefield in this era is quite low, and to a large extent, people still guess each other.

The old man said: "Your Excellency, it is precisely because you know that you have to communicate with them directly. With all due respect, at this point, it is impossible for us to seek victory. We can only try to end the war as decently as possible."

Although reluctant, Xindila also nodded.

The old man said: "This time in Allahabad, a single army suddenly gave up the attack and turned back, which illustrates the problem."

Xindila said: "You mean..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Same as ten years ago, neither Wanshengtun nor Moscow will allow them to cross the Himalayas and reach out to the subcontinent. Obviously, they also know very well that they have a red thread in their hearts. Once Crossing this line will only make them passive. This is our opportunity..."

Xindila frowned and thought.

The old man continued: "But failure is failure. Don't imagine that you didn't pay a price like ten years ago. The situation at that time was special, and they had to worry about the impact. But this time, in the name of a single country, they have no moral sense. pressure……"

Xindila nodded. She already knew what happened in the east, but what could she do.

The so-called mutiny of the Pakistani army was nothing more than a cover-up.

If we hold on to them and strongly condemn them at this time, we will be in big trouble if we force those people back to Allahabad.

Therefore, even if they knew that Li Yuanchao was cutting mountains and destroying temples in the east, Xinde Li pretended to be deaf and dumb in a tacit understanding.

Xindila said: "What will we pay? Territorial integrity is the bottom line."

The old man fell silent.

Xindila frowned: "Can't I keep it?"

The old man sighed and said: "It's difficult. At least Northeastern States...we can help Bangladesh become independent, and they can do the same."

Xindila's eyes flickered, and she was thinking quickly in her mind.

If it’s just Northeastern states, it’s not unacceptable…

On the other side, Li Yuanchao was also thinking about the territory of Northeast China.

Du Fei had mentioned to him before that he could take the opportunity to annex the Northeastern state, where the race and culture were closer to those of Shan.

If Li Yuanchao eats it, it will not be so difficult to rule.

Moreover, this time tens of thousands of Indian prisoners of war fell into the hands of local forces in Northeastern states, and the two sides formed a blood feud.

Although Indu suffered a big loss this time, its size and population are simply not something that the local forces in the Northeastern states can compete with.

If they want to protect themselves, they must rely on the foreign aid of Li Yuanchao.

Should I eat it in my stomach, or hold it in front as a buffer?

Li Yuanchao has never made up his mind.

Both options have their own pros and cons. Swallowing it in one gulp is undoubtedly the most beneficial, but in the future you will have to directly face Indu. In addition, how to manage it is also a problem.

It is not so easy to digest this land.

If we keep it, letting Northeastern states become independent states like Bangladesh is also an option.

And in this way, Li Yuanchao could free up his hands to focus on the southern part of Shan country, trying to find a way to unify the country and get rid of his status as a warlord.

When in a dilemma, Li Yuanchao couldn't help but think of Du Fei.

When faced with difficulties before, Du Fei could always point him in the right direction.

…

Du Fei, who was far away in Kuching, suddenly sneezed and frowned when he looked at the telegram he had just received from Xiangjiang.

After returning from Indu this time, Du Fei planned to stay in Sarawak for a while and distribute and dispose of the treasures he brought back before leaving.

After finally getting this gold back, we definitely can't just throw it away in a vault and sleep. It must be circulated to generate value.

Next, Sarawak's industry and infrastructure construction will require money. Treasures worth two billion US dollars seem to be a huge number, but it is still insufficient for building a country and must be spent carefully.

Who knew that he would suddenly be recruited back at this moment.

Julie was not very happy either. Her belly was getting bigger day by day, even though she had not expected Du Fei to accompany her during the birth.

But now that I have come, I have to leave again.

Du Fei reluctantly kissed her and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Julie: "You don't have to say it, I understand~ Business is important, I'll watch over here for you."

The telegram was in the name of Director Liao, which was definitely not an ordinary situation.

Sure enough, Du Fei flew across the South China Sea and met Director Liao immediately after arriving in Xiangjiang.

"Hello, Uncle Liao~" Du Fei followed the secretary into the office and immediately took a few steps to shake hands.

Director Liao stood up with a smile, came out from behind the desk, shook hands with Du Fei and exchanged greetings.

After sitting down, Du Fei didn't waste any time and asked directly what was going on.

Director Liao took out a bulging document bag: "Here are your documents and related procedures."

Du Fei took it and opened it. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He looked at Director Liao and said, "Uncle Liao, are you asking me to go to Yindu?"

The procedures in the document bag are very complete.

Director Liao nodded, smiled and patted Du Fei on the shoulder: "You go in a private capacity."

Du Fei frowned. Normally, this matter should not be his fault.

Director Liao saw his doubts and explained: "No need to be surprised, your ability is obvious to all."

Speaking of this, Director Liao had a meaningful expression on his face: "Some people have finally become clearer after suffering defeat. They took the initiative to contact us the day before yesterday, hoping that we would mediate..."

Du Fei really didn't know about this situation before, and said in surprise: "Are you giving in now?"

Director Liao smiled and said: "What if we didn't take a step back in Allahabad at the critical moment? What would be the situation now?"

Du Fei had a thought in his mind, but secretly shook his head, Wanshengtun and Mosco would not allow that situation.

…

The next day, Du Fei boarded a direct flight from Xiangjiang to Mengmai on Indu Air.

Du Fei was accompanied by six entourage members, two from the Foreign Education Department and four responsible for security.

Because of the existence of these people, it was difficult for Ci Xin to show up, and Du Fei took back his personal space.

After a six-hour flight, the plane arrived at Mengmai Airport.

Looking at the city below through the porthole, Du Fei felt a little emotional, having only been away for a few days, he actually came back.

It's just that last time he came secretly, but this time he came openly.

The plane landed, and Du Fei and his party walked down the ramp.

The Indian receptionists have been waiting here for a long time, headed by a young man wearing white traditional clothes.

He is less than thirty years old, with very light skin. He should be a Brahmin or Kshatriya. He has deep eyes and is quite handsome.

"Hello, Mr. Du Fei~" The young man extended his hand to shake Du Fei's hand, and spoke fluent Chinese with a slight Shandong accent: "My dear Imran Khan, it is a great honor to receive guests from far away."

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Du Fei showed a hypocritical smile: "Hello, Mr. Imranhan, I am honored to be able to come to this land that gave birth to a great civilization."

Although Du Fei's visit was nominally a private one, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was just a cover.

Private names allow for a lot of room for maneuver, but that doesn't mean Du Fei has no decision-making power.

On the contrary, precisely because there was no official status restriction, Du Fei was able to express his attitude and put forward conditions without hesitation.

After being polite, everyone got in the car and drove away from the airport, and then checked into the famous Taj Mahal Hotel.

Although it has been built for nearly seventy years, this most famous hotel in Indu still gives people a majestic and magnificent feeling.

For Du Fei, the only fly in the ointment is that this hotel belongs to the Tata Group.

Du Fei withdrew his gaze, looked at Imranhan next to him, and said with emotion: "It's so beautiful~"

Imranhan bowed slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

At this moment, a man with gray hair, gold-rimmed eyes, and a suit came quickly down the steps of the hotel.

Du Fei's eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized the other person, the helmsman of the Tata Group - Winger Dick!

Wengerdieck's appearance was clearly no coincidence.

Du Fei looked at Imranhan.

Imranhan smiled back.

At this time, Wingedick happened to come over, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Du Fei, it is a great honor to meet you."

Du Fei was not petty and shook hands with the other party: "Mr. Wingedick, I have been a close friend of you for a long time. I am glad to meet you~"

Wingedik doesn't speak Chinese, but he speaks standard English without an Indian or Indian accent.

After hearing Du Fei's meaningful response, he couldn't help but have a strange look flash in his eyes.

He and Du Fei's feud was almost sworn in.

Not only did his nephew and younger brother die at the hands of Du Fei, but the last time the headquarters was bombed, it almost affected him.

However, at this time, facing his enemy, he had to put on a smile like a bitch accepting guests.

Not only could they not take the opportunity to seek revenge, but they also had to let Du Fei stay in the best room in his hotel, and do everything possible to ensure the safety of Du Fei and his entourage.

Not to mention how frustrated I felt.