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Volume 1: On the Songhua River Chapter 3202: Surrender

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    The first thing Mussolini thought of was Hitler, the head of state of Germany. This big boss was now at the top of his game and definitely had the confidence to be the world's boss. Moreover, Hitler had a very good personal relationship with Tang Qiuli. The two were brothers, and he  It would definitely be no problem to intervene.  ¡Æ

    But the first person Mussolini eliminated was Hitler. The reason was very simple. He had already offended the F¨¹hrer, and it seemed that he was still deeply offended. When he decided to send troops to Asia to help the Japanese, Hitler made a special trip to Rome.  He tried to persuade himself, but as for himself, he pushed Hitler back with just a few words, without giving him any face.

    Furthermore, Hitler promised to come forward, communicate with the Chinese on the issue of prisoner of war negotiations, and facilitate negotiations between the two parties. He did so, but he also dropped his words. Apart from matchmaking, Germany would not interfere at all in the negotiations between Italy and China.  .

    Mussolini's regret was all because he had lost his wits and boarded a Japanese pirate ship. Now even if he wanted to continue, he would have to shed his skin. He knew Hitler very well and knew that the German head of state was a man who was determined to take revenge.  I insulted his face last time, so I may not help mediate this time. If that's the case, I won't humiliate myself.

    Putting down the candidate of Hitler, Mussolini was thinking with his fingers. In the current world structure, is there still that heavyweight boss, President Roosevelt of the United States?  Thinking of this, even Mussolini himself laughed self-deprecatingly. Roosevelt had no time to take care of himself, so he still had the energy to take care of this matter. What's more, the United States and Italy are hostile belligerents. Can that lame man mediate for Italy?

    British Prime Minister Churchill?  Now the British, with their country and family ruined, have taken refuge in the West Indies.  My little life has been precarious, and the former aristocrat has now become a poor and down-and-out family.  I am no longer qualified to be on the stage.

    Moreover, Britain and Italy are also belligerents and hostile parties.  Tang Qiuli also fought with the British. If Churchill was asked to come forward, the situation would be even worse. Stalin?  Not to mention, the current Soviet people are pigs raised by Tang Qiuli in a remote place in Central Asia. They are sandwiched between the two behemoths of China and Germany. Stalin himself cannot decide whether to live to that day.  He also has the qualifications to mediate!

    After thinking about it, except for Hitler, none of the famous masters in the world had the weight to mediate in this matter. Mussolini was going crazy, patting his bald head constantly, talking to an injured person.  It's like an old wolf, circling back and forth in the bedroom. This is so annoying!

    We wandered around for more than twenty minutes.  Thinking that his son-in-law was still in the distant Busan of the Korean Peninsula, eagerly waiting for his decision, Mussolini decided to lose face and beg Sahitler again.  In any case, let the German head of state mediate and save Italy from losing some gold.

    Mussolini and Hitler had a direct line.  But it was already past one o'clock in the morning when we called the Headquarters directly.  It was extremely impolite to disturb Hitler late at night.  But he couldn't care less. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then picked up the phone.  .  .  .  .  .

    In Berlin, Germany, the phone rang rapidly in the living room of the official residence of the head of state. A secretary on duty answered the phone, "This is the head of state's residence. Where are you?"

    On the other end of the phone, Mussolini announced his name with a rather complicated mood. When the secretary heard that he was the Prime Minister of Italy, an old friend of the head of state, he did not dare to neglect even though it was early in the morning, and he politely agreed to inform him.  Head of state.

    The secretary on duty arrived at Hitler's bedroom, explained the situation to the SS officer on guard, and then shouted softly in front of the door: "Your Excellency, your old friend, the Italian Prime Minister Mussolini, has called you.  It¡¯s said that there is something very important to report!¡±

    Hitler was sleeping very lightly. His secretary called him softly and he woke up. No matter who it was, he was not very happy when he was woken up from his sleep. When he heard that it was Mussolini's call, he felt so disgusted.  Secretly scolding Mussolini for this stupid pig, why are you so crazy in the middle of the night?

    Hitler, with a gloomy face and unhappy body, was wrapped in pajamas. Under the careful guidance of his secretary, he came to the living room, picked up the phone, suppressed his unhappiness, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "My old friend, no.  Do you know what's so urgent that you called me early in the morning?"

    Mussolini sighed, repeated the contents of the telegram sent by Ciano to Hitler, and finally said: "My old friend, only you are qualified to represent Italy in front of the Chinese Tang Qiuli.  Mediation, I look forward to your help!¡±

    Hitler held the phone with a completely dumbfounded expression. He had thought that according to Tang Qiuli's temper, he would definitely not spare the Italians lightly, but he did not expect that Tang Qiuli would strike so harshly, cutting to the bone, not just cutting flesh.  It's so simple. The release of Italian prisoners of war requires a ransom, which is what Tang Qiuli can do.Come!

    Hitler knew the character of his old Chinese friend too well. It was obvious that he was trying to make Mussolini bleed. Even if he was willing to mediate on behalf of the Italians, there would be no results. Instead, he and Tang Qiuli would have good personal relationships.  In terms of relations, there is a gap, and besides, it has promised that Germany will only be responsible for bridging the negotiations between China and Italy and will never participate in the specific negotiation process.

    Furthermore, it would be better to let Mussolini suffer a big loss, lest this guy doesn't know how high the sky is, and sticks his tail up to the sky, thinking that he can leave Germany and what big things he can do. In an instant, Hitler made a decision, and he used it with great regret.  He said in a tone of voice: "My old friend, I'm very sorry. I understand Tang Qiuli's personality. He is a person who will never compromise or give in. There is nothing I can do about it!"

    "Moreover, when I was working on the negotiation channels for Italy, I had already promised Tang Qiuli that Germany would never participate in the negotiations between the two parties. Therefore, I can only express my deep regret for my old friend's request and cannot be of any help.  , In addition, I would like to advise my old friend to agree to Tang Qiuli's conditions, otherwise, Italy may pay a higher price because of its indecision! Goodbye, my old friend! "

    After saying that, Hitler hung up the phone. After returning to the bedroom, he was no longer sleepy. His mind kept thinking about what Mussolini had just said. He shook his head with a weird smile and muttered, "Ruthless enough, enough."  black!"

    Listening to the weak "squeaking" sound of the current in the phone receiver, Mussolini's head was buzzing and his mind went blank. The last glimmer of hope was shattered. Now, all he could do was agree to the Chinese's harsh words.  Adding shameless conditions is the way to go.

    Mussolini was in his bedroom, smoking a Cuban cigar indifferently, and sat there blankly until daybreak. The entire Prime Minister's Office was shrouded in a gloomy mist. At about eight o'clock in the morning, Mussolini walked out in a depressed state.  In the bedroom, he ordered his secretary to notify the Italian party, government and military officials to have a meeting at the Prime Minister's Office.

    The outcome of the meeting was as Mussolini expected. No official stood up and objected to paying ransom for hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war. No one was a fool. They did not want to become a public enemy to the relatives of millions of prisoners of war. Anyway, there was no need to pay for it themselves.  , using money from the treasury, the meeting was short but very efficient. The opinions of the party, government and military officials were unprecedentedly unanimous, and there was no objection, and a resolution was immediately formed.

    It was already evening after the meeting, with his face ashen and the soles of his feet fluttering in the aisles, Mussolini immediately called Ciano back, "After a special government meeting to study and decide, on behalf of the Royal Government of Italy, you can agree to the conditions proposed by Tang Qiuli.  But with such a large amount of gold, the national treasury cannot prepare it all at the moment. Tell the Chinese that we need to use part of the silver to replace the equivalent ransom, and determine the location for the payment of the ransom and the release of the prisoners of war, quickly!¡±

    Ciano, who received the domestic telegram, breathed a sigh of relief. He had never thought that the domestic efficiency would be so high. The decision was made in just one day and night. This shows how strong his old father-in-law's rule is in Italy.  So big.

    After Ciano showed the telegram to other members of the delegation, he ordered the liaison officer to inform the Chinese that they would negotiate and sign a series of agreements tomorrow morning. He noticed that the Army Commander-in-Chief, General Flavio, had eyes full of contentment.  Full of disappointment.

    Tang Qiuli was also quite surprised when he received the call from Ge Zhenzhuang. He did not expect that the Italians would be so efficient and decided the matter in just one day. This also shows that Italians are well-off.  He now regrets it. Was the asking price too low?

    When Tang Qiuli answered the phone, Major General Shen Jun, the director of the Investigation Division, was in the office. Putting down the phone, Tang Qiuli asked: "Regarding the Japanese agents who sneaked into Busan, has your Investigation Division made any progress?  "

    Shen Jun replied succinctly: "We have basically grasped the whereabouts of these dozen Japanese agents, but because they are scattered and these little devils are all masters, it is not conducive to concentrate on catching them all in one go, just in case something slips through the net."  , it will hide deeper and be very harmful!¡±

    "Ming Ming, what's your plan?" Tang Qiuli glanced at Shen Jun and said.

    Shen Jun rubbed his hands and said cautiously: "Master, I have discussed with Captain Huang that you need to take some risks. I want to ask for your opinion. In addition, Captain Huang and I are still hesitating and cannot  Make up your mind!"

    Tang Qiuli understood it immediately and said with a smile: "The plan of you and Shan Hu is to use me as a bait and get a fake Italian residence. Then, I will go to negotiate, expose a little bit of my whereabouts, and give you some clues."  The Japanese agents who sneaked into Busan had the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. My value is even greater than that of the Italians, so I don¡¯t have to worry about the Japanese agents not taking the bait, right?¡±

    "Sir, you have guessed it!" Shen Jun said in surprise: "I am convinced."??, is it too risky to put you in a dangerous environment?  "

    "Okay, let's follow the plan you and Shan Hu studied!" Tang Qiuli waved his hand and said: "With you Shen Jun and Shan Hu here, how can I be in danger? Besides, I am not a vegetarian!"

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