Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

"Thank you all for coming to our wedding. This is a perfect combination. This is the hope for world peace. We..."

In Athens, a sacred place, a grand wedding is taking place.

The protagonists of today's marriage are the little mustache of the Third Reich and Queen Yeka of the Soviet Union.

In addition to the top leaders from both sides, the guests who arrived also included representatives from various forces in the world.

The mustache man seemed very happy, holding Queen Yeka's hand and giving a marriage speech.

Although the audience below seemed to be listening attentively, there was impatience and contempt in their eyes.

Queen Yeka is a famous socialite.

In order to obtain the queen's throne, she won over various officers and ministers, using the things she was most proud of.

And as a woman, there is nothing else except her body.

It is said that all the senior officials of Dasu who have not had sex with Queen Yeka are losers.

Even some of the guards were her slaves.

If the little mustache boy marries Queen Yeka, he won't have a cold winter anymore.

However, the mustache guy seemed unaware of all this. After his impassioned speech, he gave the Queen a passionate kiss in front of everyone.

There was an instant burst of applause and cheers from below, but no one knew whether it was just for fun or to laugh at the joke.

When both parties went back to change clothes, representatives of various forces began to move around.

As the representative of Dayan, Tang Jian is naturally the focus of many forces.

After clinking glasses and chatting with a small force for a few words, Tang Jian smiled and looked at the two people walking over.

One is the representative of the sun that never sets, and the other is the representative of the bald eagle.

The two of them refused to talk to others and walked straight towards Tang Jian.

"Mr. Tang, I wonder how you feel about today's wedding."

After the three of them met, they consciously walked towards a quiet place.

After sitting down, the representative of the Bald Eagle raised his glass and smiled meaningfully.

"This is a happy day. The bride is very beautiful and the groom is very handsome and heroic." Tang Jian gave a compliment, not knowing whether it was true or false.

Upon hearing this, the representative of the British Empire burst out laughing as if he had no idea what he was thinking about.

"Sorry sorry!"

Seeing the two of them turning their heads to look at him, the representative of the British Empire waved his hands repeatedly to express his apology.

Picking up the silk scarf and wiping the corners of his mouth, the representative of the British Empire looked at Tang Jian and said, "Sir, the borders between Dasu and your territory are very wide. Has your emperor never considered other things when it comes to the union of the two of them?"

"For example." Tang Jian shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the whiskey swaying in the glass, and asked indifferently.

The representative of the British Empire smiled and said nothing more. He raised his glass and said to Tang Jian, "We should drink to peace, right?"

Tang Jian did not raise his glass. He looked at the other person for a long time and chuckled: "Peace, what a strange word."

He shook his head and poured the champagne in the glass directly onto the ground in front of the two of them, then placed the empty glass on the table and left.

The two looked at the champagne and the empty glasses on the ground and glanced at each other thoughtfully.

The man with a mustache was very enthusiastic. After changing his clothes, he took Queen Yeka's hand and toasted the guests present one by one. He even responded with a smile to the representatives of the British Empire and the Bald Eagle.

When facing Tang Jian, he was even more enthusiastic and put his arm around Tang Jian's shoulders like a real brother.

No one talked about any political affairs at the wedding. This was the place arranged by the man with a mustache. God knows how many eavesdropping devices and monitoring personnel there were. Talking about those sensitive topics here must be crazy.

It was not until the end of the night banquet that representatives of various forces were arranged to stay in the hotel.

Tang Jian had just finished washing up when there was a knock on the door.

The accompanying guard opened the door, changed into a casual uniform with a mustache, and walked in with a smile.

"Dear Tang, my friend, I have been busy today and have not been able to entertain you properly. I hope you won't be angry."

As he spoke, he waved behind him and a food cart was pushed in.

"Mr. Adolf, you come to me at this time, aren't you afraid that Her Majesty the Queen will be jealous?" Tang Jian knew the other party's general purpose and joked with a smile.

"Hahaha……"

Adolf laughed and pulled Tang Jian to sit at the dining table: "My wife gave me an hour to accompany my most precious guest."

The two sat down, and two steaks and some pastries and fruits were placed on the table.

The mustache man opened a bottle of red wine and said to Tang Jian with a smile, "I prepared this bottle of red wine especially for you, my friend. It has been stored in our king's cellar for hundreds of years. There are only ten bottles left. It is very precious. You must taste it carefully."

To be honest, although he has been a diplomat for such a long time, Tang Jian is still a little uncomfortable with Western red wine and whiskey.

Compared to these things that the so-called aristocrats like, he still prefers the Erguotou from the capital.

After a polite sigh, the decanted red wine was poured into the goblet. The two of them clinked their glasses together gently, and Tang Jian followed the etiquette and performed the movements before tasting the wine. He then took a sip slowly, closed his eyes and thought for a while before saying "OK".

The man with a mustache smiled and extended his hand to invite Tang Jian to start eating.

Picking up the knife and fork, Old Tang cut off a small piece of half-cooked beef, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it with gritted teeth.

"This little mustache guy has no sympathy for the elderly. You've ruined my old teeth. Next time there's a mission here, you must send a young man over. Wang Xuance is a good guy."

After complaining in their hearts, the two started chatting.

We didn't talk about business right away. We first talked about the grand wedding today, and then talked about the scenery of Athens and some of its cultural customs.

Seeing that more than 40 minutes had passed in an hour, the man with a mustache put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, looked at Tang Jian and said, "My friend, we are close partners, and we work together for world peace."

"But there are always some people who try to break it all."

Tang Jian nodded in agreement without interrupting the other party, and motioned for him to continue.

The man with the mustache became excited as he spoke, waving his arms and harshly criticizing the British Sun and the Bald Eagle.

Finally, he stopped and looked at Tang Jian who was listening attentively across from him: "We need the help of my friends to fight against these destroyers who are trying to destroy world peace."

"For example?" Tang Jian wiped his mouth and asked directly.

"We need the manufacturing data and production technology of the latest engines, as well as comprehensive data maps of the Stuka, Falcon II, and Flying Fortress."

"In addition, we also need at least 5000 of the latest tanks and 2000 fighter planes of various types."

"I heard that your country has a new type of warship called an aircraft carrier. My naval gentlemen are very interested in it. We are willing to pay a high price to buy two of them. Of course, it is also OK if you don't have one."

"We can exchange anything. Isn't the lovely Princess going to set up a museum? I believe she doesn't have enough antiques."

"As long as you ask, my friends, I can give you everything you need in all of Western Europe."

He raised his hand and pointed at his feet, and the man with a mustache lowered his voice: "Including this holy city of Athens."

After listening to this, Tang Jian's expression did not change at all. He said to the expectant mustache: "Sir, you should know that I am just a diplomat, not the emperor of Dayan."

"To be honest, I can't guarantee any of these things. I can only say that I will try my best to tell our Majesty your needs, but I can't guarantee whether they can be met."

"Also, I have one thing I can tell you clearly. According to the intelligence we received, the Bald Eagle and the British Empire have prepared a million troops and plan to land in Dunkirk and Normandy to counterattack Paris."

"We are not sure when exactly, but it will definitely be before the end of this year."

The mustache man's pupils shrank. He really didn't know this news.

He raised his glass and clinked it with Tang Jian: "Thank you my friend."

After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, the man with the mustache stood up and said quickly: "This news is too important. I need to go back and deal with it first."

He said sorry, picked up his clothes and left quickly.

Tang Jian gave a meaningful smile, picked up the red wine glass next to him and took another sip, then spat it into the trash can next to him.

“It’s so awful!”

On September 9, thick fog rose on Oma Beach. Three German soldiers hid in the bunker and waited quietly.

Last night, countless paratroopers appeared behind us and landed.

The result was very simple. The tens of thousands of paratroopers who jumped down were caught red-handed by the waiting Fourth Armored Group.

My goodness! Tens of thousands of paratroopers had not even played any role yet, and they walked into the POW camp with their hands raised and depressed looks on their faces.

This morning they received a combat readiness order that the enemy would launch an attack on them, and a very fierce attack.

Everyone was waiting quietly, waiting for the moment when the enemy would jump into their trap.

In order to face the first counterattack of the British Empire and the Bald Eagle, the mustache was well prepared.

Not only was a tight defense line deployed in the Normandy area, but several army groups were also prepared as reserve forces.

The commander of this operation was his popular subordinate Rommel.

As for Yu Qian, after the end of the Lightning Campaign, Yu Qian returned to the military academy and continued to serve as his nominal principal.

Time passed little by little, and in a blink of an eye it was 6:40.

“Buzz buzz buzz…buzz buzz buzz…”

The roar of airplane engines broke the tranquility on the beach.

"call!"

As the morning breeze blew, the morning mist on the beach slowly dissipated, and densely packed planes appeared over the sea.

"Damn, that looks like a sky fortress!"

A San Dezi officer stared at the densely packed bombers flying in the sky with his eyes wide open. (End of this chapter)