You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

Despite their numerous disagreements, the representatives of the four countries were surprisingly united at this moment.

In their deeply ingrained belief, at this time, China, whether in the rear areas, the mountain cities, or even the Japanese occupying large tracts of land, was essentially in a stage of "ignorance," "backwardness," and "semi-civilization."

To these observers from the "civilized world," this Eastern war was more like a "chicken fight" using inferior weapons and primitive tactics.

Perhaps the Japanese are a little more "modernized," but they are still just a "chicken" with slightly shinier feathers.

Their interest in the Eighth Route Army's weapons stemmed from strategic curiosity and a sense of vigilance, but deep down, it was also driven by a condescending and altruistic attitude of "giving them a handout."

It's like when a nobleman happens to glance at a strangely shaped farm tool in a tenant's hand and casually asks a question, the tenant should be trembling with fear and offer it up with both hands for the nobleman to play with.

But now, instead of offering it, the tenant has pulled out a price list and is demanding that the master exchange it for silverware or gold coins from the estate.

How dare he?!

What gives him the right?!

The English representative was the first to issue a threat, glancing at the middle-aged man whose expression was equally grim:

"You must clearly convey to your side that this is the last chance! If you cannot 'convince' Mr. Shen and demonstrate the necessary 'sincere willingness to cooperate' by proactively providing us with the equipment samples we need,"

"Then, within the framework of international public opinion, diplomatic recognition, and even possible aid, certain forces will be completely marginalized, or even... defined as troublemakers who are not worth supporting."

"Isolation will be your only fate."

Although the German and Soviet representatives did not explicitly agree, the indifference and pressure in their eyes were self-evident.

The American representative then picked up his cigar again, exhaled a puff of smoke, as if to say: Look, this is the price of not knowing how to appreciate favors.

The middle-aged man in charge of reception had beads of sweat on his forehead.

He felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction and resentment towards Mr. Shen, whom he had never met but who had repeatedly caused him "trouble".

What a great opportunity!

Establishing direct communication channels with the four major powers can gain international attention and potentially even secure valuable support!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break the blockade and expand diplomatic reach!

It's just a few guns, a few cannons, and a few airplanes, isn't it?

Don't you have plenty there? What's wrong with sending some to the great powers for research?

Can't we just consider it a "friendly gift" or a "technical exchange"?

They insisted on talking about money and conditions, making the situation so tense and awkward!

How narrow-minded! How short-sighted! How lacking in understanding of the bigger picture!

The middle-aged man forced a smile and bowed to the angry representatives, saying, "Gentlemen, please calm down. This...this may be a misunderstanding in communication, or perhaps Xiao Shen is not familiar with the conventions of international exchanges."

"Rest assured, we will continue our efforts and do our best to persuade him to change his attitude and handle this matter in a more...more constructive way."

Seeing the middle-aged man's humble attitude, the representatives' anger subsided slightly, but their arrogance remained.

The American representative flicked his cigarette ash and suddenly said to the middle-aged man in a seemingly casual tone, "I personally admire your pragmatism. You must understand that the world is realistic; whoever holds the power sets the rules."

"Some people may forget their true place because of a bit of luck and find something shiny, but the tide of history will not be changed because of a few novel toys."

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said enticingly, "If you, or someone within your organization, were smarter and more 'integrated' with the world, you could ensure that those interesting technologies... flow in the 'appropriate' way."

"Then, whether it's Washington, London, Moscow, or Berlin... they will remember the friends who are truly worth associating with."

"True friends can give you so many things...that you could only dream of."

The middle-aged man was initially bewildered by these words, but gradually, his eyes lit up uncontrollably, widening as his heart pounded.

The English representative snorted and added, "The Empire appreciates loyal and visionary partners. Some obstacles, if they cannot be resolved internally, may require a little external... 'assistance' to clear them away, after all, for the greater good and... order."

Although the German and Soviet representatives did not say it explicitly, their silence was, to some extent, a tacit agreement.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, barely suppressing his excitement, and bent down even lower, his tone becoming even more "sincere": "Yes, yes, I understand."

"Thank you all for your guidance. Please give us a little more time. We will definitely achieve a result that satisfies all parties."

Seeing the increasingly bright, almost burning light in the middle-aged man's eyes, the representatives of the great powers exchanged glances, and the faint smiles of complete control and superiority reappeared on their lips.

That's right, this is the proper and correct response from an agent of a "backward region" to the generosity of the "civilized world".

That clueless Shen?

He will soon understand what it means to be like an ant trying to shake a tree, and what... the rules of the world are.

. . .

To govern the city.

The frontline command post was brightly lit.

The chief of staff, division commander, and other key figures remain in their positions and have not left.

After the plan codenamed "Thunder Decapitation" was submitted, headquarters responded swiftly and decisively, not only approving it in its entirety but also strictly ordering the chief of staff and division commanders to stay behind to personally supervise and coordinate all resources to ensure victory in this battle!

There is no other reason than that if this battle succeeds, it will not only shake up one city or one place, but also the balance of the anti-Japanese war in the entire North China and even the whole of China!

Its historical significance compels any CEO who has weathered countless storms to hold their breath and give it their all.

At this moment, Shen Wang was sitting with several bigwigs around a large table covered with photos and hand-drawn maps.

"Great! Fantastic! This photo is absolutely stunning!"

The brigade commander pointed to an enlarged aerial photograph, his smile almost reaching his ears.

"Look at the position of the Japanese machine gun, and the direction of the firing ports on this pillbox—it's all crystal clear!"

"It's not just about location,"

The division commander, wearing reading glasses, leaned closer to examine another photograph, pointing with his finger at several blurry but vaguely discernible figures.

"See those? Those are the shoulder insignia of those Japanese officers!"

Although it's a bit blurry, you can still make out the general outline; it's at least a major!

"A major capable of operating in this area at this time... the defensive forces in this vicinity are probably not just a company; at least a battalion-level command post has been moved forward!"

The bosses were extremely excited.

Drones are fucking so useful!

Intelligence gathering? When did it become so simple?