Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

Chapter 92: On Conspiracy, We Are the Ancestors (Please Subscribe!)
"Chamberlain and the others are not fools. They will definitely suspect that we are the ones who ordered them to do this." Samuel, the head of Royal Shell, said with some dissatisfaction while holding the phone.

Those who bribed the Royal Fleet took the initiative to attack the Italian Fleet.

Unless you are a fool, you will be able to find out the truth about this kind of thing afterwards.

"So what?" Lord Darcy, head of British Petroleum, looked indifferent.

So what if you know?

He didn't do this alone.

51% of BP's shares are controlled by the British government.

Just because he wanted to order a warship to attack the Italian fleet?

Isn't this a foolish dream?

Do you really think I'm a fool?
"Hundreds of billions of pounds, no one can refuse such a piece of fat meat." Lord Darcy said casually.

"My friend, Sir Samuel, don't worry, I guarantee there won't be any problems."

"Can't we rely on negotiation?" Samuel always felt that something was wrong.

Who knows, the smile on Lord Darcy's face became even wider.

"Lord Darcy, why negotiate? And do you think Italy will agree? This is an oil field worth tens of billions of pounds. I have obtained the exact figures. The estimated reserves are more than 30 billion barrels of oil. According to the current oil price, that is tens of billions of pounds. More importantly, this oil field seems to have more than this amount of oil, or even more."

"Do you think Italy will give up such a large oil field?"

"No, they will never let it out."

"Only by force can we force them to surrender, and then we can get a larger share."

"That's 30 billion barrels of oil. That's more money than I can ever earn in my lifetime."

"Besides, if a war breaks out, wouldn't it be better for you and me?"

“Then you’ll make more money.”

It must be said that Lord Darcy knew how to make money.

At least Samuel was convinced.

Again!
Money and silk touch people's hearts!

"You're right." Samuel spoke after a long while.

"Wait for good news." Lord Darcy said, and hung up the phone.
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On the other side, Admiral Campione looked at the sunken British cruiser, and the shock on his face could not dissipate for a long time.

I didn't expect the level of our own warships to be so high?
One shot can sink the enemy's battleship.

"Commander, what should we do now?" the operations staff asked Admiral Campioni.

This has sunk the British warships. Given the temper of the Royal Fleet, they will never give up.

There was a moment of silence, and Admiral Campione was about to speak.

Then they saw a flash of fire and countless shells flying towards them.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The British battleships had already prepared for them. After receiving the order from Admiral Canniin, they launched an attack on the Italian navy without saying a word.

At a distance of nearly twenty nautical miles, it really depends on luck to hit the target on the first try.

This is why Admiral Campione was confused.

After all, hitting the target with one shot was really shocking.

But right now, he didn't have time to think about these things.

Because the Royal Fleet has already launched an attack on them.

However, all the salvos in the first round hit the sea, and the splashing waves made many Italian sailors become drowned rats.

Seeing this, Admiral Campioni was too lazy to negotiate.

Although he had always adopted a strategy of avoiding war, it was obvious that the Royal Fleet did not even give him a chance to negotiate, so there was no need to continue the talks.

Now we can only rely on our fists to speak.

Whoever is stronger has more influence.

"Counterattack, all warships counterattack immediately."

"Beat these sons of bitches hard. Kill them."

"Yes."

All Italian warships also entered firing mode, but unfortunately their naval gun shooting level was really poor.

Compared with the Royal Fleet, the Italian army's shooting level is far behind.

The most confused should be the French fleet.

They simply didn't understand.

Why did they start fighting for no reason?
More importantly, a cruiser of the Royal Fleet was sunk.

This is incredible.

For a moment, they even wondered if the Royal Fleet did it on purpose.

"Commander, why did they start fighting?"

"Commander, do you want our help?"

Marshal Darlan, commander of the French fleet, watched the fierce battle between the two sides, and the wrinkles on his face almost turned into a line.

He really didn't understand why they started fighting for no reason.
"Your Excellency the Commander." The subordinate wanted to say something but was interrupted by Marshal Darlan.

"Let them fight, we will just watch from the sidelines and see how powerful the Royal Fleet is."

Although Britain and France are allies, Marshal Darlan feels that the relationship between the two sides is unreliable.

Do not!
In other words, he felt that the British were not trustworthy.

But now that both parties have formed an alliance, he can't say anything.

I just became a spectator and watched the two sides shooting at each other.

Judge based on his experience.

The Italian Navy did not have enough chances to win.

Because it can be seen from the level of naval gun firing on both sides.

After a while, several warships of the Italian Navy were hit and began to emit thick smoke.

"It seems that the Royal Fleet's naval gunnery skills are far superior to ours, and our training level is still not enough." Marshal Darlan looked extremely solemn.

Not to mention the naval battle here, when Mussolini learned that a naval battle had broken out between the two sides, his face turned extremely pale.

"Did they really fight?
It seemed that they could not believe it at all, but the British and French forces actually took action.

No, to be precise, it was the Royal Fleet that really took action.

How dare they?

Do you think you can fire so recklessly just because you have the best navy in the world?
Do you really think they are soft persimmons?

"Yes, the fighting has already started." Ziano said quickly.

"What are the results of the battle?" Mussolini asked.

"At present, two cruisers of the Royal Fleet have been sunk, one of our heavy cruisers has been damaged and has withdrawn from the battlefield, one light cruiser has been sunk, and the remaining warships have suffered varying degrees of damage." Ziano's face naturally did not look good.

Even though they sank two cruisers, the results were great.

But considering the other damaged warships, they failed this time.

Because these damaged warships need to return to port for repairs, it is expected to take at least one or two months.

even more!

In contrast, the Royal Fleet's warships suffered significantly less damage than theirs.

Therefore, in comparison, the Italian Navy's victory was a tragic one.

But Ciano didn't expect that the British Empire would be so shameless for the sake of oil fields.

"Can we win this naval battle?" Mussolini pondered for a while and asked again.

"Not much hope." Ziano's mouth was full of bitterness. It seemed that they really couldn't defend the oil field this time.

Hearing this, Mussolini's face looked extremely ugly.

"No hope at all?"

"Yes, Prime Minister, although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact. We are no match for the Royal Fleet in a naval battle. This is only a small half of their warships. If they send out all their main forces, we will be no match at all." Although Ciano didn't want to admit it, this was the fact.

When it comes to the navy, they really can't win.

Hearing this, Mussolini closed his eyes in pain. The wealth he had worked so hard to get was gone just like that?

He was really unwilling, but the current situation forced him to make a choice.

Otherwise you will lose more.

After thinking for a while, Mussolini seemed to have lost a lot of energy and spirit, and said weakly.

"Go and get Ambassador Smith of Britain and Ambassador Ponce of France, and tell them I need to talk to them about something."

"Mr. Prime Minister, are we admitting defeat?" Ciano was still somewhat unwilling. He knew that meeting the other party at this time would obviously mean admitting defeat.

Then you will really be at the mercy of others.

This feeling is really unpleasant.

"What if we don't admit defeat? Can we win?" Mussolini asked back.

If he could win, why would he do this?

It is precisely because we cannot win that we have to negotiate.

The purpose is naturally to reduce losses.

"But how can we explain to those people if we just admit defeat like that? They have invested huge amounts of money in this oil field. Now if we tell them that half of the shares will be taken away by Britain and France, they will definitely not agree." Ciano thought for a moment and expressed his concerns.

"Hmph, if they have any objections, let them go to Britain and France to negotiate." Mussolini said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Yes." Seeing Mussolini's anger, Ciano didn't dare to say anything and could only bite the bullet and ask the British and French ambassadors. Soon, Smith and Ponce arrived at the Prime Minister's Office at the same time.

Before this, they had already received instructions from the country that Italy had to give them at least 50% of its oil share before they would give up.

Of course, in order to make up for Italy’s losses, they will also give corresponding compensation.

But that little compensation is far from the 50% oil share.

This is 5 billion pounds. What kind of compensation can be worth 5 billion?

Could it be another oil field?
What are you thinking about.

It's simply impossible.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister." Smith and Ponce greeted Mussolini in unison.

Hearing this, Mussolini's expression naturally turned a little ugly, but he still suppressed his anger and spoke.

"Two ambassadors, let's be frank and speak frankly. Don't hide anything. Why did your fleet attack our warships?" Although he was admitting defeat, he still had to maintain a tough attitude, otherwise he would be looked down upon by the other side.

Now you must gain the upper hand, otherwise you will be passive.

Who knows, Ambassador Smith chuckled.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, I think there is some misunderstanding here. Once the matter is satisfactorily resolved, we will give you a satisfactory answer."

Ponce also echoed this. In fact, he had also received a telegram from the fleet commander, saying that the French fleet was basically working without putting in any effort.

No damage was done to the Italian Navy.

To them, there is not much hatred between the two sides, so there is no need to offend the other side too much.

If we push the other party towards Italy, something might go wrong.

"Huh, so if we don't make concessions, the problem can't be solved?" Mussolini continued to sneer.

"You can say that." Ambassador Smith replied calmly, as if he didn't care about Mussolini's livid face at all.

In order to prevent the situation from falling to the brink of collapse, Ziano, who was standing next to him, took the opportunity to speak.

"Ambassador Smith, we discovered the oil field first, and it is our colony. According to regulations, it should be developed by our country. It seems that your country has no right to interfere."

That is what they say, but the reality is another matter.

To put it bluntly, this world is still a world where the strong prey on the weak.

Winner takes all!

Even if you discovered it, what can you do?

You want to monopolize it without giving a portion of the profits?
What's more, it is an oil field worth 10 billion pounds. How could they give up such huge profits?

More importantly, the other party is not one of the Seven Sisters of Oil. What if the other party is the same as the Russian bear?

If we engage in a price war with them, they will be the ones who get hurt.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I think you should forget the Red Line Agreement. According to the agreement, this is the territory that belongs to us for exploration." Ambassador Smith looked determined to win, which made Mussolini very annoyed.

If he couldn't win, he wouldn't have to suffer here.

"Your Excellency the Ambassador, this is just robbery." Ziano suppressed his anger and spoke in a very cold tone.

"The Red Line Agreement does not include Libya in its scope. It is our colony."

In response, Smith did not react at all and continued to look at the other party calmly.

Is it important?
Now they are stronger than the other side.

Are these important?
Although it is not there, they can re-demarcate it.

This is the voice that comes with absolute strength.

Even if they call a horse a zebra, they have nothing to say.

"What kind of conditions does your country need in order to withdraw its fleet?" Mussolini felt that there was no point in continuing the stalemate, so he asked directly.

Only then did Smith's expression fluctuate a little, and he looked at Mussolini and said with a smile.

"We need 70 percent of the shares."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Mussolini screamed as if his tail was stepped on.

They only have a 95% share in total, with Britain and France taking 70%. What's the point of them being so busy for so long?
Isn’t that equivalent to keeping Britain and France busy?
"Of course, we will also give corresponding compensation, and the total amount will not be less than 100 million pounds." Smith's tone was very arrogant, as if the 100 million was a charity to the other party.

One hundred million pounds may sound like a lot, but compared to the reserves in the oil field, it is a drop in the bucket.

As expected, when Mussolini heard this data, he exploded with anger.

"No, only 20 percent at most."

But he knew that this was not the time to be willful, so he could only grit his teeth and state his bottom line.

"Impossible." Ambassador Smith argued until his face turned red, and Ponce next to him also echoed.

“Yes, this is our bottom line.”

asshole!

Mussolini wished he could just eat these two guys.

"Thirty percent, at most." Taking a deep breath, suppressing his inner anger, Mussolini took another step back.

Seeing Mussolini's successive concessions, Smith and Ponce looked at each other at the same time.

They knew they had won this time.

That's the power of the winner.

Winner takes all!

"Seventy percent, no less." Smith gritted his teeth and did not back down at all.

"Fifty percent. If it's higher, leave it to the navy. We can definitely fight another war." Mussolini said.

God knows how much his heart bled after he said this.

Fifty percent.

This means that more than 10 billion barrels of oil were just given away.

For a moment, Mussolini wanted to eat the other person.

But who made their navy inferior to the other?

If the navy had just fought for its reputation and sunk one of the enemy's battleships, he would not have been in a passive position.

Seeing that their goal was achieved, Smith and Ponce were in a very good mood.

It turns out that what cannot be obtained through negotiation can only be obtained on the battlefield.

If the navy hadn't fought well, this negotiation wouldn't have been so smooth.

Next, it was about how Britain and France would divide the spoils.

But this time, Britain and France completely offended Italy.

"Mr. Prime Minister, are we just going to give it up like this? Seventy percent of the shares." After the British and French ambassadors left, Ciano could no longer suppress his anger and asked.

Hearing this, Mussolini suppressed his anger and spoke coldly.

"What else? Do you want to go to war with Britain and France? Even if we agree, the one in the palace will not agree."

“What’s more, our navy is no match for them.

"If France had not put in the work this time, our losses would have been even greater."

“This is the best possible outcome.”

These words left Ziano speechless. He was not as strong as his opponent and could only endure it.

"That's 50% of the shares, worth 5 billion pounds."

"I know everything you said, but now it's a fact. There's no point thinking about it anymore. Next we need to improve our strength and make our navy the overlord of this sea area." Mussolini said with a broken heart.

"Besides, we need allies. Talk to Ribbentrop and we can agree to their alliance request."

"Yes."

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On the other side, Colonel William received the telegram forwarded by Ambassador Ott and was confused.

Everything happened just as Lu Yuhua had expected. Italy actually took the initiative to ask them to form an alliance.

The last time it was the Japanese army.

This time it's Italy.

The alliance that had originally troubled Germany was now easily resolved, which shocked Colonel William.

He really wanted to know how Lu Yuhua did it.

"Are you going to ask me how I did it?" Lu Yuhua couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Colonel William's face full of job-seeking desire.

These foreigners, after discussing conspiracy, are the ancestors.

Two peaches kill three warriors.

How can you not see such a simple truth?

However, it is understandable.

Money moves people's hearts.

Even if it were him, he might not be able to control it with tens of billions of pounds.

The main reason is that the bait is too fat.

In fact, Lu Yuhua could also offer a smaller oil field, but he felt that in that case, Britain and France might not send out their fleets.

After all, the Seven Sisters of Oil controlled quite a few oil fields, and the profits they reaped each year were also very lucrative.

It's just a small oil field, there is absolutely no need for it.

But with oil fields worth tens of billions of pounds, they really can't help it.

"Yes, can you tell me?" Colonel William's face was full of curiosity.

It’s been shaking for a whole day, I’m speechless, it’s just small earthquakes!
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(End of this chapter)