SFS Chapter 1137 You want to gamble again? Can you afford the consequences of losing?
Chapter 1137 You want to gamble again? Can you afford the consequences of losing?
If things aren't as we analyzed today, something bad might happen.
"This has nothing to do with us, does it?"
No matter how fierce the battle goes on their side, it won't affect Shancheng. It's just a game between the three parties. Shancheng can just sit back and watch the tigers fight. As for who wins and who loses, it won't have a big impact on Shancheng.
"Baka yarou." (Prime Minister's Office)
Before a perfect solution could be reached regarding the possible withdrawal of Berlin troops, the Prime Minister received another message.
Poison gas. The US border was attacked with poison gas.
Two poison gas bombs caused more than 5,000 casualties.
"Who did this? Who did this?" The Prime Minister slammed the telegram on the desk through gritted teeth. "Slander! This is slander! Our Empire has never taken any such action."
After a heart-wrenching outburst, the Prime Minister's chest heaved with anger. After a while, he sat down in his chair and said to his secretary, "Send the Foreign Minister here."
We need to give the US an explanation for this; they did not do such a thing.
"What do you want to do?" Prince Asaka thought to himself when he heard that the Prime Minister wanted to call the Foreign Minister, that the Prime Minister would probably act as a sycophant and explain to the American side.
The Prime Minister's gaze fell on him, and he crossed his arms. "We've been framed. We need to tell them that we didn't do it."
"Will they believe it?" Asaka looked at the prime minister in front of her and then stubbed out her cigarette. "They probably know what they're doing, and we know whether we've done it or not, but will they believe it?"
I won't believe it.
In their eyes, they would only think that the empire was burying its head in the sand, and that the reasons the US could come up with were obvious.
Berlin might withdraw its troops, and Tokyo, fearing Berlin's withdrawal, released poison gas to worsen relations between the two sides and maintain the status quo.
"Do you think they would think that way?" Prince Asaka asked, spreading his hands.
The US used poison gas to frame the mountain city.
The truth will out. They'll start to suspect.
Unless the Empire produces real evidence, don't even think about it.
"Then tell me, what should we do?" The Prime Minister was somewhat dazed. He found that a huge wall had suddenly appeared in front of him, completely blocking his way.
Not only could he not see a single ray of light, but he also noticed that the wall was getting darker and darker.
Prince Asaka sighed, picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and then tapped the expensive teacup lightly with his fingers.
The crisp sound of porcelain jingling echoed in the room, along with the howling cold wind outside.
The whole room felt a bit eerie.
Finally, the knocking sound rang out, and the few people who had been keeping their heads down and silent all looked at Prince Asaka.
“Let’s send troops.” Prince Asaka took a deep breath and glanced at the group. “I believe Okamura Yasuji’s suggestion is the most appropriate solution at present.”
The thought of sending troops made Sakata Seishiro frown. He immediately blew out his cigarette and looked up, saying, "We are already fighting on two fronts. Can the Empire afford to send more troops?"
“Can the Empire afford the withdrawal of Berlin?” Prince Asaka retorted with a single sentence.
If you, Tansuke Nagasaka, dare to say that the Empire can afford the withdrawal of the Berlin army, it will not affect the Empire.
What are you doing?
If Berlin were to withdraw, the US would be relieved of pressure, and they would inevitably continue to provide technical support to Britain and the mountain city, as they needed these two entities to contain the Imperial forces.
Rather than giving them that choice, it was better to block their path. The empire took the lead and launched an attack on eastern Canada.
"We have two purposes in doing this. First, we can clearly tell Berlin that our empire has always been earnestly fulfilling its agreements and cooperation with them. The reason we did not deploy troops in time some time ago was because we were tied down by the troops from the mountain city and British India. Now that we have recovered, we will send troops to Canada immediately."
He put down his teacup and tapped the table with his bent fingers; "This makes sense. Even if Berlin is dissatisfied, he can't find fault with us. After all, we did launch an attack on the enemy to stabilize the situation some time ago."
"Secondly?" the Prime Minister continued, echoing Prince Asaka's suggestion.
He felt that the wall in front of him was beginning to loosen little by little. It even began to show a glimmer of light.
“Secondly,” Prince Asaka said, crossing his legs and arms, “we have a base in case Berlin really wants to withdraw. This base can also indirectly deter the US and prevent them from deviating from their policies toward us. Even if they do deviate, we are not afraid.”
Sakata Seishiro was not one to mingle with others; he craned his neck to look at Prince Asaka; "What if Berlin doesn't withdraw its troops?"
"What if he withdraws his troops?"
Fuck your grandpa.
Whether he withdraws troops from Berlin or not is none of your business.
What's wrong with you going to set up a camp there? What if you don't set up a camp there? If Berlin really withdraws its troops, it won't be easy for you to get there then.
Sakata Seishiro remained silent.
The Minister of Commerce remained silent. He didn't want the situation to worsen, but the matter was just as the Prince had said.
This is a hurdle he will eventually have to overcome. As someone who remains invisible, he will not say those words.
"What do you want me to say?" Zhou Weiguo, leaning back on the sofa at the Canadian military headquarters in Berlin, looked up at Guderian to his side. "What do you want me to say?"
Guderian pulled out a cigarette—a German cigarette, with a very good flavor, and one that only generals were allowed to use.
As wisps of smoke rose, Zhou Weiguo took a puff and looked at Guderian. Guderian's smiling face made Zhou Weiguo think for a moment. "Are you asking me what kind of decision Tokyo will make?"
Guderian put his military cap aside and nodded; "At least you know them better than I do, so asking you this shouldn't be a problem."
"Then don't worry, Tokyo will definitely send troops."
"Why are you so sure?" Guderian only wanted to get a general idea from Zhou Weiguo before he could analyze it.
However, the word "inevitable" immediately brought another word to Guderian's mind: certainty.
Zhou Weiguo was certain that the other side would send troops.
He wanted a reason.
He only thought the other side might send troops, but Zhou Weiguo was absolutely certain.
Where does this confidence come from?