EBE Chapter 1170 Isolated and helpless
Chapter 1170 Isolated and helpless
3pm London time, Foreign Office.
Foreign Minister Mason was processing documents when his secretary suddenly came in to report: "Minister, Russian Foreign Minister Sergei called."
Mason frowned and put down the pen in his hand. Ever since England evacuated from the port city, he has been thinking about the changes in the situation in the Far East. Now that Tsarist Russia has called, it must not be good news.
&34;Please come in.&34;
"Mr. Mason," Sergei's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry to bother you."
"Sir Sergey," Mason said calmly, "I guess you are calling about China?"
"That's true," Sergei sighed, "I'm sure you've heard that China's Northern Division is conducting large-scale military exercises on our border."
"Yes, our intelligence department has taken note of this." Mason tapped the table lightly. "That force is indeed impressive, isn't it?"
"Impressed?" Sergei's voice was a little excited, "Sir Mason, this is a naked threat! If we don't take action, the entire Far East will fall into the hands of China!"
Mason was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "Sir Sergei, with all due respect, are you seeking support from England?"
"Yes," Sergei said eagerly, "We are all members of the Anti-Will Alliance and should help each other. China's ambitions are not only against Tsarist Russia, their next target may very well be..."
"Stop," Mason interrupted him, "Sir Sergei, let's talk frankly."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"First of all," Mason said calmly and restrainedly, "Ingrid has just evacuated from Hong Kong City, which has dealt a heavy blow to our Far East policy. Secondly, our main focus is now on dealing with the Will Alliance, and we are unable to open up a new battlefield in the Far East."
&34;But...&34;
"Most importantly," Mason continued, "the strength that China is showing now is no longer comparable to what it was 34 years ago. They have advanced equipment, elite troops, and more importantly, they have sufficient reasons to take back their territory."
Sergei heard the hidden meaning in Mason's words, and said in a bitter voice: "You mean..."
"My suggestion is," Mason sighed, "maybe you should consider a more gentle solution. After all, some things, once lost, are hard to get back. We at Ingrid have realized that."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Finally, Sergei smiled bitterly and said: "Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Mason. It seems that we have to find another way."
"Good luck, Your Excellency Sergei," Mason said politely and hung up the phone.
Sergey hung up the phone, his face gloomy. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if he was thinking about something. The room was silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock.
His deputy Peter stepped forward cautiously and asked in a low voice: "Minister, what does England say?"
Sergei didn't answer, but just threw the microphone in his hand to the ground. The microphone shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.
Peter was startled and took a step back, secretly complaining in his heart. He knew that England obviously did not give them the answer they wanted.
"Damn it," Sergei said, gritting his teeth, "These so-called allies are unreliable at the critical moment."
Peter hesitated for a moment, then cautiously suggested: "Minister, why don't we try France again?"
Sergei sneered: "France? The army of the Bird Empire is about to reach Paris. They are busy with their own affairs, so how can they have the energy to take care of our affairs?"
Peter nodded helplessly, and he understood this truth in his heart. France is now facing a crisis of life and death, and has no time to take care of the situation in the Far East.
Sergei paced back and forth in the room, thinking for a long time, and finally made up his mind. He walked to the table, picked up another phone, and dialed the number of American Foreign Secretary Erics.
After the call was connected, Sergei took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm and powerful: "Sir Alex, this is Sergei."
"Sir Sergey," Alex's gentle voice came from the other end of the line, "It's nice to receive your call."
"I think you already know," Sergei said straight to the point, "China's Northern Division is conducting large-scale military exercises on our Far Eastern border."
"Yes, we have received the relevant information." Alex's voice remained calm.
"We need America's support," Sergei continued, "and as members of the anti-will alliance, we should help each other."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before Alex spoke: "Mr. Sergei, America has always attached great importance to its alliance with Tsarist Russia. But as you know, we have now invested a large number of troops in the Pacific battlefield, and our support to Europe is also continuing."
"I understand," Sergey tried to suppress his anxiety, "but the threat from China is not just aimed at us, Tsarist Russia. Their ambitions may affect the situation in the entire Far East."
"We will seriously consider this," Alex said thoughtfully, "but the specific support plan still needs further discussion."
Sergei nodded. Although the other party did not give a clear promise, at least he did not directly refuse. This was the best result at the moment.
"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Alex," Sergey said. "I look forward to us reaching a mutually beneficial agreement."
"Of course," Alex replied, "We'll get back to you as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Sergei breathed a sigh of relief. Although the road ahead was still difficult, there was at least a glimmer of hope.
On the frozen surface of the Lisu River, an unexpected conflict is taking place.
Several soldiers from the 9th Panzergrenadier Regiment of the Northern Division dug a few ice holes in the river to fish during their break. They were dressed in thick winter uniforms and sat around the ice holes, laughing from time to time.
"Lao Zhang, your fishing rod is shaking like this, it's a wonder you can catch any fish," a young soldier joked.
"Shut up," the soldier called Lao Zhang said with a smile, "I call this technology, do you understand?"
At this time, voices were heard from the other side of the river. Several Russian soldiers came over with simple fishing gear. The two sides stared at each other from a short distance.
"Hey, this is the position we occupied first!" a Tsarist Russian soldier shouted in stiff Chinese.
"Bullshit!" Lao Zhang stood up and said, "This is the river surface of our China!"
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense.
"Go back! Yellow monkey!" A Russian soldier pushed Lao Zhang.
"Who the hell are you calling a monkey?" Lao Zhang threw a punch without saying anything.
Suddenly, chaos broke out on the ice. A dozen people were fighting with each other, punching and kicking each other, but no one touched the weapons at their waists. It was like a street fight without national boundaries.