"What about the old lords?"

After throwing out a war laborer, Grand Master Li thought of the lords of the British Empire who had come all the way.

He's seen stupid.

But I've never seen anything so stupid.

I couldn't see the situation clearly, I couldn't find my identity unknown, and I thought it was the peak of the sun, and when I arrived at the base, I pointed fingers, with the posture of the emperor, and even asking for help was a reward.

In comparison, those traitors who surrendered to the devil last year are also ashamed of themselves.

Outrageous!

At first, Grand Master Li thought that someone had invited him to laugh.

"Still over there waiting for us to reply."

The security guard on the side also served as a secretary and replied.

"Let's go, meet them."

Grand Master Li suddenly thought about it.

Anyway, I don't have anything to do now.

can make the fat man Qiu in the mouth of Brother Chen give up the face of the British Empire and ask him for help, which shows that the situation with Ying is even more difficult than he expected, and I am afraid that it will be much worse than the little devil himself.

This is also normal, the pilots on their side are only five figures in total, and the little devil is already close to the Stone Age, and now there is no intact bridge in the country, which can be seen.

As you can imagine, the tragedy of the British Empire.

Then go and tease the group.

"Did I get my allowance last month?"

Before walking out of the office, Li Yunlong suddenly asked the secretary on the side.

"It's done."

The secretary nodded, a little surprised.

With the improvement of the economy in the base areas, the salaries of personnel at all levels are paid on time and in accordance with the amount.

Although many people wanted to contribute to the base area and donate their salaries, after the political commissar made a speech about the relationship between consumption and economic development, everyone was also happy to consume, buy goods from the base area, and enrich their spare time.

For example, Grand Master Li likes motorcycles and mechanical equipment, so he often goes to the machinery factory to tinker with his motorcycles, as well as buy the latest motorcycles of various displacements.

"Okay."

Li Yunlong smiled.

If Zhao Gang was here at this time, he would know that this guy was bubbling up again.

·····

Half an hour later.

Meeting room.

"Are you telling the truth?"

A group of old lords of the British Empire looked at Li Yunlong in surprise in their tone.

"Yes."

Li Yunlong smiled, and tried very hard to keep his expression serious:

"We and your country are allies, both are fighting against ***, we should not care about gains and losses, after discussion, we decided to support you two thousand of the latest attack aircraft, fighters, two thousand new 125 heavy anti-aircraft guns."

When the words fell, a group of British lords suddenly breathlessed.

It has been half a month since they came here, and although the pagans here are not polite at all, and do not have the slightest respect for the civilized world and the free world, they still took them to see all kinds of weapons, including new fighters, attack aircraft, and 125 heavy anti-aircraft guns.

Although the new fighter is a propeller type, the engine is a turbo engine, which is the same as a jet aircraft, with super horsepower and strong high-altitude performance, and can fly to an altitude of 13,000 meters to intercept the German bombers, and the firepower is even more incredible, equipped with four 30 mm high-speed guns, which is simply specially prepared for high-altitude volleys.

The attack aircraft is also the same turbo engine, with 3,900 horsepower, which can carry 1.8 tons of ground-penetrating bombs and dive at high altitudes, which is suitable for dealing with German air defense towers on the front line of the Western Front.

As for the 125 twin-mounted heavy anti-aircraft guns, their performance is simply crushing the latest 127 anti-aircraft guns of the Americans, with an effective anti-aircraft firing height of 13,500 meters, a fully automatic loading system, and a capacity of 35 shells per minute, weighing only 35 tons.

If the British Empire had these, then...

A group of British Empire lords began to breathe heavily.

"What you said is true?"

However, there are still some people in this group of lords who have a little brain.

According to the analysis of international relations, there is no reason for this group of people to give them support, and such a huge amount of support is unreasonable and illogical.

"What do you want?"

He asked again.

When the Prime Minister sent them, he didn't give them any power, and they couldn't give them whatever they wanted.

"Nothing is needed."

Li Yunlong smiled with a kind expression:

"These are free supports, for the sake of Sino-British friendship."

These people are really not interesting.

He deliberately asked the group to take the group to see some experimental weapons, turbo high-altitude fighters, specially designed for high-altitude and high-speed interceptor bombers, with high speed and firepower, as well as attack aircraft, and 125 anti-aircraft guns.

But when you get up, it doesn't taste good, and it's very boring.

As for these weapons, since they are only used as technical reserves, and there is no need for them, there is no large-scale equipment.

Anti-aircraft artillery is powerful, and it cannot be compared with missiles for air defense, and the combat effectiveness ratio is even more incomparable.

Even with precise three-coordinate radar guidance, the rest of the situation is ideal, and it takes at least 500 to 800 VT shells to shoot down an ultra-high-altitude bomber, which is much more expensive than missiles.

And also.

Wouldn't it be better to intercept directly with jet fighters?

"Great."

But there are obviously not many people with brains, and a group of lords suddenly became happy and began to draw cakes in the void:

"The British Empire will remember your friendship."

"Can you support us with some missiles?"

The 'gentleman' with the brain suddenly spoke:

"We can buy it!"

"This won't work."

Li Yunlong waved his hand directly:

"The production of missiles is difficult, the production is very low, and we ourselves are seriously insufficient."

Hearing the refusal, the skeptical lord finally put his mind at ease and did not give the missile, indicating that the other party should not be joking with them, but really ready to support them, as for the price, it should be that the other party also knows that they have no power and intends to talk directly with the prime minister.

The Americans, who are also in the civilized world, also asked for a lot of benefits when they supported the British Empire, and as for the so-called Lend-Lease Act, although it seems to be free, it is actually to be repaid, and it is essentially just a loan.

"Thanks!"

A group of lords continued to thank, as well as painting cakes.

"Shall we really send it?"

At the end of the meeting, Li Yunlong's guards were a little incredulous and dissatisfied.

The commander of his own regiment actually sent weapons to the British?

This is the British, the opium they sold back then harmed I don't know how many people! Now he actually went to help them, and it was unconditional help, which made him very unhappy and dissatisfied.

"Of course."

"We're going to talk."

Li Yunlong's tone was serious at first, and then his tone changed:

"Hurry up, use my salary last month, go to the Heyuan Toy Factory to order 2,000 new fighters, attack aircraft, and 2,000 latest anti-aircraft guns, and then send them to the British."

In order to promote students' interest in future science and technology, a toy factory was jointly funded and built in the local area.

"Ahh

The guard was stunned.

"Ahh

Li Yunlong glared:

"Hurry up."

······

"War Laborers!"

In London, the corners of Qiu Fatzi's eyes twitched when he received the news of return, and he wanted to turn his face directly, this business was gone.

What is War Labour?

It is a weak country that, in order to obtain support, sends its own citizens to sell labor and sell their lives in other countries, so as to obtain other people's war support, weapons or other benefits, as they did in the last world war.

You know, these nationals sent out will be subject to military control.

But after taking a few breaths, Qiu Fatzi suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Promise them."

Qiu Fatzi gritted his teeth.

He has no choice, rather than wasting resources by putting those people at home, it is better to throw them abroad in exchange for weapons, equipment and materials.

"It's a good business."

After accepting the reality, Qiu Fatzi looked at the list in his hand and said in a happy tone.

Here is the list of supplies given over there, including all kinds of basic equipment and materials, anti-aircraft artillery, food, medicine, fuel, all of which are urgently needed by the British Empire, and most importantly.

They don't have to pay anything.

It's nothing more than some nationals who go to work in each other's factories, and even pay back their wages, and the British Empire has nothing to lose.

"That's a lot of money."

Qiu Fatzi tsk, tsk, tsk.

Although they were nominally war laborers, the wages offered to these technicians were higher than before the war, and of course, they had to work hard to get them, and they were paid directly in dollars, which are now much stronger than the pound.

Capital is realistic, the British Empire was blown to pieces, and the pound naturally fell again and again.

"The salary is given to us first, right?"

Qiu Fatzi suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Yes."

The secretary on the side was guilty.

Not bad?

What a ghost!

Although he doesn't care about those people, it is quite good to throw them out to earn foreign exchange and materials.

But people obviously want other things, okay?

Those cultural relics, not only the original cultural relics of others, but even the original cultural relics of the British Empire, these are the treasures of the British Empire, and the entire museum will be emptied.

That's what you agreed to?

"Prime Minister, we..."

The secretary reminded.

"Relics?"

Qiu Fatzi glared:

"What cultural relics, the British Empire Museum has been bombed and destroyed by the Germans, and all the cultural relics inside are damaged! Where else are there relics! ”

“？”

The corner of the secretary's eyes jumped, and it took a long time to figure out the taste.

"Eighty percent of their salaries are set aside for military expenses."

Qiu Fatzi pointed to the list of supplies and said:

"It's a job that the British Empire has found for them, so it has to be given to the British Empire as part of it."

"Yes."

The secretary nodded, and then said:

"By the way, Prime Minister, they called and said that they had obtained 2,000 fighters, 2,000 attack aircraft, and 2,000 large-caliber anti-aircraft artillery support, and the other side did not ask for other costs!."

"Humph!"

Qiu Fatzi sneered:

"A bunch of idiots."

He has also seen those fighters, they are very advanced, especially the engines, not to mention him, even the cripple is red-eyed, it is simply the best choice against the German bombers.

But what even he can't get, can that group of brain-dead people get?

······

Meanwhile.

Somewhere in the harbor.

A group of lords of the British Empire sat on a cruise ship on the left, looking at each other's boxes on the ground, their eyes widened, their mouths wide open, and they didn't say a word for a long time.

Amazed.

Like a deer caught in headlights.

"This is the supplies that our regiment commander promised you, 2,000 of the latest fighters, 2,000 of the latest attack aircraft, and 2,000 of the latest anti-aircraft guns."

"All of them were produced within the last week."

"Please check."

After saying that, by the way, a few wooden boxes were opened, and the soldiers who delivered the goods didn't care about this group of old men with IQ problems, and left directly.

"This, this..."

"How dare they!"

"Protest, we're going to protest."

"I'm going to take them to court!"

A group of lords finally reacted and scolded one after another.

But after scolding for a long time, their voices were hoarse, and the wooden decks were shattered by crutches, and no one paid attention to them.

······

A few days later.

"According to intelligence."

The White House, Mr. President, also received a debriefing:

"The British are ready to send hundreds of thousands of skilled workers, basic engineers to the other side."

"At present, they are organizing manpower to train these skilled workers and engineers in Chinese, and it is expected that the first batch will leave in a month."

"British."

Franklin's eyes jumped.

This change was something he did not expect, and the opposite side did not ask them to recruit technicians, but directly to the British.

"The British are still mobilizing an ocean-going fleet of about five million tons."

The debriefing secretary continued:

"Prepare to transport supplies from the other side."

"Got it."

Franklin sighed inwardly.

Well, this not only made up for the withdrawal of those technicians, but even more.

Although he was unexpected and angry, he could understand it.

The British Empire was miserable.

Last month, the Germans dropped nearly 700,000 tons of bombs on their homeland, which, despite their low accuracy, caused horrific damage, especially to domestic stability.

Factories were shut down, traffic came to a standstill, and all but those on the West Coast were out of work.

And even the ports on the west coast are often shut down, because those gliding bombs that fall at any time often fall in the harbor, causing damage to the harbor and needing repairs.

Directly from an industrial country to an agrarian country.

Even the farmland was badly damaged, and the farmland was blown up with potholes.

It is normal to look for support everywhere, and in order to maintain tens of millions of troops on the front line and the consumption of domestic garrisons, the United States cannot spare too much energy to support the British mainland, resulting in a shortage of many civilian resources.

"Get ready."

Franklin said to the secretary:

"Arrange a meeting with the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom."

Now, the United States and Britain have been tied together, and no one can retreat and cannot retreat, so Franklin is ready to have a good talk with Qiu Fatzi and unify the international strategy.

"How's going on the Eastern Front?"

President Franklin continued.

Although the death order was given and the attack was launched regardless of casualties, there was still no progress on the Western Front, the Germans still held Cherbourg to the death, and the intelligence about the warehouse did not break through.

The unification of the European continent was also rapidly unfolding under the impetus of the Germans.

"It's not good."

The secretary pulled out a thick piece of information.