Ma Xin is precise, is Manchuria inlaid with yellow flags, in the north of Shengjing City Liu Jun took it, once led the troops up the mountain to fight with Wang Shizhen of the Liaodong Army, and later because he saw the people in Shengjing City live and work in peace and contentment and also divided the land, he wanted Wang Shizhen to surrender, Wang Shizhen saw that Ma Xin was a talent, so he left him by his side, but in the end, this person was found by Zhong Lin, dead and alive were dug up by Zhong Lin, as an intelligence officer, Ma Xin's ability is indeed not bad, after three years of study and under the leadership of Zheng Mei, he became the stationmaster, and then assigned to India, as the director of the Indian branch Wang Han, that is, his wife's assistant, over the years, the two of them have vigorously developed their power in India, preliminary statistics, in India to get intelligence personnel, there have been gradually 30,000 people, and they are in the army, there are people in the political field, but no one knows what their two divisions do. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Knock knock knock........ After picking up a bowl of slim and sitting on the stool, Ma Xin looked up at the situation opposite, and it was still so calm. After taking a few large sips of noodle soup, Ma Xin handed over the work to his Indian apprentice, and then turned around and entered the residence inside. The residence is a typical Indian building, only two floors, but in terms of decoration, it is not very good, after all, a noodle seller, if the decoration is too good, it is easy to arouse suspicion.

After entering the room, seeing that there was no one left and right, Ma Xin walked directly to the bed, pulled open the bed, and then a hole appeared in the middle of the bed.

"Well, have they made any moves?" As soon as I entered, a woman dressed in Indian clothes, probably in her thirties and thirteens, walked over, and this person was Wang Han, the director of the Liaodong India Bureau.

"No, they're calm, and there's no news from our people." Ma Xin, who was sitting in the seat, shook his head and said.

There is no news, Wang Han, who heard this, lowered his head and thought for a while, you take the time to go in and take a look tomorrow by sending noodles, it is impossible that there will be no news. Wang Han said.

"Hmm."

Viceroyalty of India. Koran was sitting in front of her black office chair, staring out the window at the view. He was the person in charge of intervening in the Huguang region this time, originally, everything was under his control, however, since Liaodong transferred Duan Qirui into Xiangyang, everything began to change.

Duanfang, the governor of Huguang, who used to be obedient to his words, actually began to recruit troops and build up the strength of the two towns without consulting with his advisory group. Moreover, these troops did not transport surplus weapons to arm them in the first place.

On the thief ship, Koran felt that he was now a customer on the ship, and he didn't know how to claim it in the face of a ship full of gold, silver, jewelry, and medals, which was the saddest.

He had already learned about the situation in the Huguang area through the Governor of Hong Kong, Nathan, and now, it was not a question of whether he should support it, but how he should support it.

Once, he discussed this matter with the governor of Afghanistan in Central Asia, however, the governor of Afghanistan was very disgusted with his interference in the affairs of the Huguang region, especially after the Liaodong Army entered Xinjiang, the governor of Afghanistan once sent more than a dozen telegrams to himself a day, hoping that he could stop, but at that time, he had already sent an advisory group, and he did not do it when he added ambiguous questions about London.

"Is there a reply from Afghanistan?" Laying down the papers, Koran asked the adjutant next to him, Rum.

"Your Excellency, there has been no answer since we sent them a telegram."

Damn, hearing this, Curran cursed in her heart. He hated this Afghan governor, this bastard. Not standing with yourself at a critical time is simply a sinner of the British Empire. ”

Scolding can't solve any problems, and Koran, who looked down and thought for a while, took a deep breath and said to Rumxun: "Send them electricity again, we need their support, at least 10,000 rifles and five artillery pieces." ”

The taste of begging, Koran finally felt, it was a pain. However, Curran knew that she had to endure this pain. After all, it is absolutely impossible to let himself give up the Huguang area now, and now, the person he admires is not the British, but the German Klinder, Klinder was at the beginning, and his minister, although over the years, he has served as the governor, and Klinder is a minister, but in fact, Klinde's status, in Germany, and even in Britain, is a well-known figure, so Kolan is a little red-eyed, he wants to learn from Clinder, and find a spokesperson with the British Empire. In this way, his status will rise again and become a hero in the eyes of the British. Therefore, this time, even if London goes out, he will never give up, he believes that he can definitely win, and now everyone's incomprehension will be in smoke when the time comes.

It's easy to say, 10,000 guns, where to rob people. Rumxun glanced at his governor, looking dissatisfied, but as a subordinate, he could only obey, nodded slightly, and rumxun turned and walked out, and began to send telegrams.

Ma Xin's residence. The tick-tock telegram sounded, and Ma Xin, who heard this voice, suddenly walked up to his daughter-in-law and asked, "Is there a situation?" Seeing his wife nodding, Ma Xin let out a long breath, and after a few days, the telegram was finally sent again.

"Use Radio No. 3 to generate electricity to Lushun. The Viceroy of India and the Viceroy of Central Asia were at odds. Wang Han, who received the telegram, said.

Feud? Hearing this, Ma Xin looked at his daughter-in-law suspiciously.

Wang Han saw Ma Xin's doubts, and immediately handed the translated telegram to Ma Xin.

There's no discord, it's just a request for weapons from there.

"Full hair, the director will understand the meaning of this when the time comes," Wang Han said without any tone that could be refused.

Well, since the director said so, he couldn't say anything, and after taking the telegram, he went out and went to the suburbs.

In India, there were a total of five telegraphs, of which No. 1 and No. 3 were located here. Let Number Three send a telegram, just to prevent the opponent from catching it.

It seems that the British side is not a monolith, and there are also conflicts of interest between them. There is a small group between countries, and it is not far from decay, and when Ma Xin walked out, Wang Han, who picked up the telegram and looked at it, thought in his heart. (To be continued.) )