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The rear area.

Inside a cave dwelling, in a conference room filled with coffee, cigars, and a strange sense of superiority, representatives from the four countries gathered once again.

This time, however, everyone's face was shrouded in an obvious gloom and impatience, even... annoyance.

Several days have passed.

For several whole days!

That man surnamed Shen never responded again!

There was no bargaining, no request for mediation, not even a polite, delaying reply!

This is blatant disregard!

This was an unprecedented offense and humiliation for the representatives of the great powers who were used to being domineering and influencing the fate of small countries at will!

Even if the other party pleads for poverty or vehemently opposes and bargains, it's still "easier" for them than complete silence.

Because that at least means that the other party has placed them in a position where they need to be "dealt with".

Can it be ignored?

What does this mean?

This means that the other party doesn't really take them, or the country and power they represent, seriously at all!

Or rather, place it at a level that requires serious attention!

Over the past century, from London to Paris, from Washington to Berlin, their gunboats, diplomatic notes, and economic sanctions have never been met with such indifference in any "uncivilized" land.

"Incomprehensible! Barbaric! Utterly stupid!"

The English representative tugged at his meticulously tied bow tie, as if it were suffocating him.

"These yellow-skinned monkeys, do they even understand international politics? Do they understand the will of an advanced civilized world? The attention we give them is an honor they could never earn in several lifetimes!"

The German representative, his face hardened, tapped his fingertips impatiently on the table: "A waste of time! Dealing with forces that lack basic rational thinking and a global perspective is an insult to the Empire's intelligence."

"They don't seem to understand the price of refusing 'friendly inquiries' from the civilized world."

Although the Soviet representatives had no goodwill toward Germany and Britain, they felt severely slighted at this moment.

He said in a serious tone to the middle-aged man accompanying him, who looked embarrassed, "Comrade, this is an extremely short-sighted and dangerous attitude."

"If some comrades are blinded by temporary and dubious technological advantages and try to close themselves off, they will soon find themselves isolated from the tide of history."

Although the American representative maintained a relatively relaxed demeanor, the displeasure and coldness in his eyes were no longer concealed.

He exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, speaking slowly yet with the weight of an anvil: "Gentlemen, it seems someone needs a lesson in how this world works."

"The rules are: the strong make them, and the weak obey them!"

"Clearly, the child in front of us, and his friends, haven't learned this yet."

He looked at the middle-aged man, his tone becoming "gentle" yet more oppressive: "Mister*, we gave you time, and we gave you an opportunity."

"But now, our patience is running out! You must make it clear to them that this is an ultimatum!"

The English representative immediately responded, his tone extremely arrogant: "Hand over the technical equipment and samples we demand unconditionally! Immediately! This is the only condition for us to continue considering you as 'accessible'!"

"We won't spend a single penny!" the German representative stated firmly. "This is a necessary review and control measure against your concealment of dangerous technologies that could disrupt the regional balance of power! It's your obligation!"

"If they continue to be so stubborn," the Soviet representative emphasized, "then unfortunately, all discussions on technical cooperation, economic aid, and even higher-level political support will be put on hold indefinitely."

"You will face pressure alone from all sides, including ours!"

The American representative concluded with a callous, almost condescending remark: "Tell them this is a well-intentioned reminder from the civilized world!"

"Or, you can obediently bring the goods up, and we might consider giving you a little... preferential treatment in some future matters."

"Or, you can just cling to those pieces of junk and let them rot in this ravine! Let's see how long you can last without outside recognition and support."

"Japanese people, we'd love to see you all abandoned by everyone."

Arrogance, contempt, threats, and greed for getting something for nothing are laid bare at this moment.

They had this attitude towards this mysterious Eastern country more than a hundred years ago!

. . .

Late at night.

Southeast Shanxi, Zhicheng Airport.

All was silent except for the mournful sound of the mountain wind whistling through the treetops.

Inside the communications vehicle, the indicator light on the encrypted radio was flashing faintly.

Through the earphones, a series of extremely low but crystal-clear confirmation reports came through.

"Air defense fire confirmed! Still in the same position!"

"The sentry posts haven't changed!"

"……confirm!"

"No change..."

……

Reports rang out one after another, and all the pieces of intelligence, pieced together, pointed to the same conclusion: the Japanese forces in Beiping, including the North China Area Army Headquarters in Gangcun, maintained the same defensive posture as the reconnaissance they had gathered over the past few days, without any unplanned reinforcements or changes.

This means that the Japanese soldiers had not discovered their previous reconnaissance missions at all.

This also means that their meticulously planned and repeatedly rehearsed action routes, entry points, and time windows are still effective!

The signal confirming the intelligence was quickly transmitted to the airport command center, and also to the six Chinook heavy transport helicopters that had completed their final checks and were quietly crouching in the darkness on the tarmac.

Shen Wang took a deep breath of the cool night breeze and turned to look behind him. Two hundred of the Flying Tigers' most elite assault team members had all assembled.

They were completely shrouded in black special forces uniforms, their faces covered with thick camouflage paint, revealing only pairs of eyes that still shone brightly in the darkness.

His body was covered in modular equipment: an HK416 assault rifle, spare magazines, grenade launcher, demolition equipment, communication devices...

Each person is like a silent volcano about to erupt.

There was not a sound, only a uniform, solemn standing, and a murderous intent and determination that could almost freeze the air.

These people were veterans of countless battles, survivors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Now, with this special equipment added, Shen Wang felt that even the real Delta Force of later generations wouldn't be much different.

Several key leaders, including the chief of staff, division commander, and brigade commander, personally came to the tarmac to see him off.

There was no large group of people, only a handful, but every gaze carried immense weight.

The chief of staff walked up to Shen Wang, gripped his hand tightly—a strong grip, but his voice was low and earnest, leaving no room for doubt:

"Mr. Shen, the arrow is on the bowstring, and we have no choice but to release it! But we'll say it one last time—the mission is important, but your own safety is paramount!"

"Surpassing Okamura, surpassing any other victory!"

"In case... I mean in case the situation changes, don't hesitate, evacuate immediately!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn! This isn't an order; it's our collective request!"