Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1152 It’s all under control

Late at night, in the Presidential Office.

Fang Dihu stood in front of Su Zhengyang's desk, holding three freshly signed contracts in his hand.

"Mr. President," Fang Daigo said with some worry in his voice, "Although we succeeded in getting the three countries to sign the contract today, but..."

"But what?" Su Zhengyang walked to the window, took out a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, and lit it slowly.

"But these contracts were signed under duress," Fang Dihu continued, "especially Tsarist Russia, where the Romanovs were..."

He paused, as if choosing his words: "I'm afraid Moscow won't easily recognize a contract signed after being treated like that."

Smoke swirled in the night. Su Zhengyang looked out the window at the lights of the capital and chuckled: "Admit it? Of course they won't admit it."

&34;Then we...&34;

"Minister Fang," Su Zhengyang turned around, his eyes sharp, "Do you think I really care whether they recognize this contract?"

Fang Dihu was stunned.

"The existence of this contract itself is what we need," Su Zhengyang flicked the ash off his cigarette, "When Tsarist Russia refuses to fulfill the contract, we will have a legitimate reason to go to war."

&34;But...&34;

"You worry too much," Su Zhengyang walked back to his desk, "The situation in England and Portugal is different from that in Tsarist Russia."

He picked up a piece of intelligence on the table: "Look at this. The submarines of the Byrd Empire have broken through the British Atlantic blockade, and their merchant ships have suffered heavy losses. More importantly..."

Su Zhengyang turned to another page: "The armored forces of the Bird Empire have advanced to the Polish Plain. Given England's current situation, how can they have the energy to take care of the affairs of the Far East?"

&34;So Yingli will admit defeat?&34;

"It's not that I will," Su Zhengyang dusted off his cigarette ash, "but I have to admit defeat. They now need to focus all their strength on dealing with the Bird Empire and have no time to look east. As for the port city..."

He sneered: "It's just a small part of their many interests in the Far East. In order to protect other interests, they will be very "sensible". "

&34;That Portugal...&34;

"Portugal?" Su Zhengyang said with a hint of sarcasm, "A declining old colonial empire that can't even keep its own homeland, what qualifications does it have to bargain with us?"

He put out his cigarette: "To them, Australia City is just a piece of cake that is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. Now we have given them a decent step, which they are more than happy to get."

"So," Fang Daigo mused, "the real trouble is Tsarist Russia?"

"That's right," Su Zhengyang relit a cigarette, "but this is exactly what we want. The more the Russian Empire refuses to recognize this contract, the more reason we have to take action."

He walked to the map of the Far East hanging on the wall and said: "The current Tsarist Russia is already in a state of overwhelm. By the time they recover from the European battlefield, the situation in the Far East will have changed."

Fang Dihu looked at Su Zhengyang's back and suddenly realized something: "So everything that happened today was part of the president's plan?"

"This world is a chess game," Su Zhengyang said without looking back, "The key is to know when to advance and when to retreat."

"Let Gu Dean come in." Su Zhengyang said to Fang Daihu.

A moment later, the military chief of staff, Gudean, strode into the office, still in a hurry as if he had been urgently summoned late at night.

&34;President.&34;Goodan stood at attention and saluted.

"Sit down," Su Zhengyang motioned him to sit down, "I just discussed the situation in the Far East with Minister Fang."

He walked over to the map on the wall and ran his finger over the northeastern border: "Where is the Northern Division now?"

"Report to the President," Gudean replied immediately, "The Northern Division is currently stationed in the Northern Fortress and has been carrying out border patrol missions."

"Very good," Su Zhengyang nodded, "Immediately issue an order to have all the Beidi Division go to Xingzhou in the northeast."

Gu De'an and Fang Dihu looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes. The Northern Division is the most elite army unit in China and has always been responsible for the defense of the northern border.

"President," Guderian asked cautiously, "the Northern Division is our main force on the northern border..."

"I know," Su Zhengyang interrupted him, "but now, we need to show strength in the Northeast."

He turned around, his eyes sharp: "Let the Beidi Division go to Xingzhou in the name of an exercise, and station it right under the nose of the Russian Far East Military District."

"I see," Guderan immediately understood the president's intention, "You want to..."

"That's right," Su Zhengyang sat back at his desk, "When Tsarist Russia refuses to recognize today's contract, I will let them see our fangs."

He picked up the folder on the table: "The Northern Division must be ready for battle at any time. If the Russian Empire makes any rash moves, we will immediately launch an attack."

"Yes!" Gudean straightened his back, "I'll arrange it right away. But President, the Northern Fortress..."

"Let the reserve forces of the Northwest Military Region take over the defense temporarily," Su Zhengyang said confidently, "The focus now is the Northeast. I want to let Tsarist Russia know that we are not kidding."

"Understood!" Gudean stood up and saluted, "I will deploy immediately."

Looking at Gudean's departing back, Fang Dihu couldn't help but ask: "President, are you ready to..."

"War is never the last resort," Su Zhengyang looked out the window at the night, "but the most effective negotiation tool."

There was a cold determination in his voice: "Let the Russian Empire see our sincerity and our determination. Sometimes, peace needs to be maintained by war."

Late at night in the presidential office, only a desk lamp was left emitting a dim light.

Su Zhengyang sat alone in front of a large desk, lightly swiping the world map with a red pen in his hand. His eyes wandered over the map, as if he was thinking about something.

"South Asia..." he muttered, marking the Indian subcontinent. The situation there had developed as he had planned - England's influence was gradually weakening, while China was quietly infiltrating this vast land through the Golden Dragon Pharmaceutical Industry and the arms trade.

His gaze continued to move eastward, stopping at a string of islands in the East China Sea. Fusang, the once invincible overlord of East Asia, has now bowed down under the iron hoof of China. Thinking of this, Su Zhengyang's mouth curled up with a sneer.

The red pen continued to move across the map, and finally stopped at the European continent. There, a thrilling drama was being staged - the armored forces of the Bird Empire swept across the European continent, while the Anti-Will Alliance was struggling to hold on.

"Interesting," Su Zhengyang leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, "Let them fight. The more violent the fight, the better."

The smoke swirled under the light, and his eyes became deep: "Whether Hitler wins or the Anti-War Alliance wins, it is an opportunity for China. If Hitler wins..."

He drew a circle on the territory of the Bird Empire: "He will definitely push the front line to the east, and then we will be able to legitimately recover the Far East. And if the Anti-Will Alliance wins..."

The red pen crossed the territories of England and France: "They will also be seriously injured and will no longer be able to look east. By then, the entire Far East will be under the control of China."

Su Zhengyang stood up and walked to the window. In the night of the capital, countless lights flickered like scattered stars.

"This game," he said quietly, "is really a wonderful one."

He turned and looked at the map on the wall, his eyes flashing with ambition: "Let them fight to the death in Europe. When the war ends, they will find that the real winner is us who have been quietly waiting in the Far East."