Chapter 573 It's not just the Japanese who are restless

"Sir, the British, American, and French envoys are here." When the artillery of the vanguard army had fallen into the devil's position outside the city of Shanghai, Meng Xiang waited for the negotiation of international forces.

"Let Minister Yan talk to them first," Meng Xiang said indifferently. For this kind of diplomatic means, Yan Xishan, who can dance on three eggs, is undoubtedly more suitable.

"Again, we don't need their commitment and friendship should be ours, we will naturally take it back." Meng Xiang added another sentence.

He could roughly guess the purpose of their visit, and in the face of the imminent war between the Chinese and the Japanese in Shanghai, they must have hoped not to get involved in their concession. As for whether there are other purposes, this needs to be explored by Lao Yan.

The British refused to lose this pearl of the Far East, and when they were in the middle of a European war, the external resources and wealth became the driving force for them to sustain themselves.

"Even if the island falls, as long as our wealth remains, we will still be able to rebuild our new empire from the ruins," Churchill said in a recent discussion in the House of Lords. The world's oceans are the arena for our conquest. ”

At a time when the situation on British soil is getting worse and worse, this means a strategic adjustment. The British intended to use their familiarity with the seas and colonies around the world to hold off the German attack. Then these places in the Far East will also be a key chess game for the British in the global layout, and they are naturally reluctant to have a big accident in the concession here in Shanghai.

"At least it's not right now." The British envoy for the Far East, who was waiting in the meeting room, lifted his shaved chin and calmed his emotions. If the British give in to Shanghai, I am afraid that this concession will soon spread throughout the world, and the unstable factors in the colonies will inevitably take advantage of this to further test the British who are caught in the quagmire of the European war. To maintain the majesty of an empire, they need to be specially warned.

"I heard that the Japanese are becoming more and more obvious on the Malayan side?" At this time, the French envoy beside him, Ella, suddenly said.

"There are quite a few Japanese on the Saigon side," Bafur glanced up at him and replied nonchalantly. The Japanese took half of Vietnam, much to the annoyance of the French, but also could not do anything about it. But the greedy Japanese are even more aggressive, creating opportunities in southern Vietnam.

Ella raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth turned up, "The Japanese are not at peace. ”

The US envoy Davis did not get involved in the bickering of the British and French envoys, but he did not intervene.

The Americans' concession in Shanghai had merged with the British in the last century and was known as the Shanghai International Public Concession, but their interests had a significant share in it. Especially after the Japanese invaded China, a large number of rich people and a large amount of capital poured into the concession, so that the Americans could not ignore the sweetness of this cake.

However, this cake can still be ignored compared with the interests of the Far East as a whole. At this time, it was only a joint action of Anglo-American and French people, and the purpose was also to show the existence of the majesty of the great power.

Bafur glanced at Davis, then smiled indifferently at Elra: "It's not just the Japanese who are restless. ”

After a slight pause, he said again: "The Chinese people are not restless."

Davis's heart jumped, but then Yan Xishan's hearty laughter rang in his ears.

"I guess they didn't come to be lobbyists for the Japanese. They want us to have a big fight with the Japanese. Meng Xiang pouted and said, at this time, there was only a standing rat in front of him, and the negotiations between Lao Yan and the Anglo-American-French envoy could be displayed on the big screen at any time.

Lao Yan's pusher is really powerful, and he made the intentions of a few foreign devils clear in a moment. Sure enough, they only reiterated that the war should not be directed against civilians, that the army should not enter the concession area, and so on, but they did not make any other excessive demands. For the vanguard army, which had gradually become stronger at this time, they could not be too tough.

Moreover, the British and French also condemned the unjustified aggression of the Japanese and regretted some of the atrocities committed by the Japanese in China. The British also praised the fearless spirit of the Chinese people in resisting fascism to the end, which made the faces of the Frenchmen next to them ugly for a while.

"Aren't the British clearly inciting us to fight with the Japanese? Whoever wins in the end, the British will probably be able to breathe a sigh of relief over there. Meng Xiang couldn't help but laugh and said, "However, the Americans are like good old people, and they favor the Japanese." It is said that economic ties between the United States and Japan have fallen to an all-time low. So, the interests of the Americans are not the Japanese themselves? ”

Meng Xiang pondered for a while, then breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the Japanese and Britain and the United States have no intention of uniting at this time, otherwise it would be much more difficult for us." While we are not afraid of their alliances, there are too many troubles. ”

He glanced at the standing rat er, and sighed leisurely: "For a period of time in the future, Huaxia will have no allies. The Germans are not good for the time being, and most of our foreigners who are helping us to build our industrial base are German-hate. At this time, China's industrial foundation had not yet been solidified, so how could it turn against Britain and the United States, which regarded Germany as enemies, at this time? Moreover, at this time, the Germans were in the limelight, and an alliance with them was probably the life of the younger brother. It's still a while later, and there are more benefits.

As for Britain and the United States, it will not be long before the general ledger is settled. Some accounts have to be repaid even after a hundred years."

Meng Xiang's eyes drifted to the void, it had been a hundred years since 1840, but some shame still did not dare to forget.

As for the sins of the Japanese devils, the Chinese people remember them more firmly in their hearts.

Zuo Pao Hui walked slowly on the street, and the scene in Nanjing a few years ago was like yesterday, and it had not yet faded by time. The blue stone pavement and the huge gray city bricks in the distance seemed to be stained with blood, and he was overwhelmed.

Turning into an alley, the light of the dead winter only illuminates half of the alley, and the few dead grasses left between the green tiles of the wall last autumn have not broken after a winter, and are now swaying gently in the breeze of two sparrows.

Zuo Paohui, who was contemplating and slowly bowing his head, was also awakened by the two sparrows, waved his hand to restrain the two guards behind him, and after glancing at the blue sky above his head, he rearranged his clothes, strode to the door of the innermost house in the alley, and knocked lightly.

The muffled sound of the door reverberated through the alley, but no one came to open the door.

Zuo Pao Hui took a deep breath and continued to knock a few times.

"Who?" After a long time, the old question behind the door with a long voice seemed to have passed through the passage of time, leaving only an echo of imminent death.

"I" Zuo Pao Hui excitedly pressed his hands to the door panel, and whispered through the crack in the door, "I am Sanshun"

There was a clang in the door, as if something had been tripped over, but when Zuo Pao Hui was anxious to knock the door open, the door opened, and the wrinkled face of an old woman with gray hair poked out.

Zuo Pao Hui continued to search for the familiar shadows of the past from those wrinkles, and finally let go of the hand holding the door frame, knelt on the ground, and exclaimed bitterly: "Mother"

The old woman stared at Zuo Pao Hui with her yellow and white eyes, stretched out a trembling hand and stretched forward, hesitated slightly, and was held by Zuo Paohui's outstretched right hand and pressed it on his face.

"Mother, it's me, it's Sanshun. It's me who is back," Zuo Paohui cried.

The old woman's somewhat dull eyes rolled from side to side, and then continued to stare at the left robe, and fell to the ground softly. After a long time, a long, heart-rending cry could be heard in the alley.

After the old woman had calmed down, Zuo Pao Hui helped her into the small courtyard, and the morning sun was already shining in the corner of the house. An old man squatted in the corner, and his rickety back still made Zuo Paohui see the familiar shadow of the past.

"Dad," Zuo Pao Hui hurriedly shouted.

The old man turned around slowly, just staring at Zuo Pao Hui sluggishly, and did not say anything for a long time.

Behind the "director", a man in his thirties in a tunic hurriedly stepped through the door.

Zuo Pao Hui inadvertently wiped the corners of his eyes, waved his hand back, and said calmly: "Take them all in."

Then he smiled and said to his mother, "I brought something" He understands the old man's temper. I'm afraid that even if I forgave him for saying goodbye at the beginning, I would definitely insist on not saying it.

"Daddy, I'm back," he shouted again, holding his mother, who was still a little unsteady at this time, but he didn't dare to let go, otherwise he would have knelt down in front of his father at this time.

"Three, your father......" Zuo Paohui's mother was about to say something, but was interrupted by a report at the door, and several vanguard soldiers walked in carrying a pile of things.

"Carry it in" Zuo Pao Hui pointed with his hand, in the vanguard army, his salary was very high, and at this time, he naturally bought a lot of gifts.

Without waiting for those soldiers to act, Zuo Paohui's father, Zuo Shunmin, looked frightened, stood up from the ground at once, and after running a few steps, he fell to his knees again, and kept kowtowing: "Taijun, I am a good citizen, and I am also a good citizen, a military master, we are a good citizen, our family is a good citizen, a great good citizen."

"Your father...... He's crazy," Zuo Paohui's mother finally cried.

Chapter 573 It's not just the Japanese who are restless