Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Roosevelt sat alone in his office, knowing that the capitalists hated him.

But he doesn't care.

All he knew was that the Chinese Independent Brigade's fleet wouldn't leave unless he raised the money.

If the fleet doesn't leave, the Ugly Kingdom will never have peace.

The lessons of island nations are right before our eyes.

He doesn't want the Ugly Country to become the second Joker.

Those warships, those aircraft carriers, those planes, those cannons—they are not people he can mess with, nor are they people the U.S. can mess with.

sunset.

The capitalists' money was loaded onto trucks and transported to the port.

The warships of the Huaxia Independent Brigade are still there, waiting to receive compensation.

The White House, Congress, and the Pentagon are all silent.

Those once arrogant politicians, generals, and capitalists are now silent.

They knew this money wasn't compensation; it was money to buy their lives.

They bought the life of the Ugly Country, and they also bought the life of the Americans.

Those soldiers, those who once swaggered around in the Ugly Kingdom, could now only stand obediently on the dock, watching the silver being loaded onto Chinese warships.

They dared not move, dared not speak, and dared not even look up.

Only because

The warship's gun barrels were pointed directly at them.

As night falls, the port remains brightly lit.

Until the last chest of silver was loaded onto the ship.

Ma Yongzhen stood on the deck, watching the busy U.S. soldiers, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Commander, the silver has been credited to your account in full."

Zhao Dazhuang stood next to him, grinning.

Ma Yongzhen nodded. "Okay. Tell the brothers to prepare to return."

"Yes."

The fleet weighed anchor and slowly sailed away from the port.

Colonel William stood on the dock, watching the ships disappear into the distance, and let out a long sigh of relief.

They're gone, finally gone.

But he knew they would come back.

As long as the Ugly country is not strong enough, they will come again.

And the silver that was paid in reparations would become bullets in the enemy's guns, shells in the enemy's cannons, and planes on the enemy's aircraft carriers.

Finally, it flew back to the United States.

William turned and walked toward the car parked by the roadside.

The moonlight shone on his white military uniform, making him appear somewhat forlorn.

Those capitalists probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Those politicians probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Those generals probably won't be able to sleep tonight either.

Only because

That ancient, sleeping kingdom in the East is no longer someone they can bully at will.

The news of the nearly 900 million taels of silver in reparations exploded like a nuclear bomb around the world.

Newspapers in London, Paris, Berlin, Rome, Tokyo, and other countries reported this news on their front pages.

The Times of the United Kingdom ran the headline: "The U.S. pays China nearly 900 million taels of silver in compensation, dramatically changing the world order."

The French newspaper Le Figaro wrote: "With the rise of China, is the West about to decline?"

The German magazine *Der Spiegel* stated, "What the Ugly country is experiencing today may be Europe's tomorrow. Where should we go from here?"

Governments from various countries held an emergency meeting to discuss how to respond to the Chinese Independent Brigade's claims.

The members of the Eight-Nation Alliance who had participated in the invasion of China, as well as the 17 countries that fought in the Korean War, were particularly apprehensive.

The Ugly Kingdom has been decimated, and China has become a colony of China, with tens of millions of people forced to work in the mines.

The Ugly Kingdom paid nearly 900 million taels of silver in compensation, and even its warships in the port were sunk.

Can they escape?

Lin Tian had barely rested for two days after returning to China when Brigade Commander Chen rushed in, holding a list in his hand.

"Sir, good news! Representatives from various countries have come to discuss compensation."

"Eagle Nation, Punishment Nation, De Nation, Italia, the Oxiong Empire... everyone who's supposed to come has arrived."

Lin Tian sneered, "Let them wait."

He placed the list on the table. "Let Ma Yongzhen handle the negotiations. That kid's got a silver tongue."

Brigade Commander Chen hesitated for a moment. "Sir, Ma Yongzhen is a fighter. Can we really send him to negotiate?"

"Why not? He's getting along quite well with that American, isn't he?"

Lin Tian said nonchalantly, "Tell him that he has to bring back at least 300 million from the UK this time. If he brings back less, he shouldn't come back to see me."

When the news reached the Independent Regiment, Ma Yongzhen was practicing boxing on the parade ground. Upon hearing the order, he grinned.

"Let me go negotiate? Sure, it'll be a good opportunity to see the splendor of the Great Eagle Empire."

Zhao Dazhuang looked on with envy, "Commander, you're so impressive! You go to fight, and you go to negotiate."

Liu Liuliu also came over, her face full of curiosity, "Commander, I heard that the Americans are very rich. They were the ones who set up the British concession in Shanghai. How much should we ask for?"

Ma Yongzhen thought for a moment, "The leader said it's at least 300 million, but depending on the situation, we'll ask for as much as we can."

Ma Yongzhen led half of the fleet, sailing majestically towards the United States.

Aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers, and destroyers—more than fifty warships lined up in neat rows, cutting through the waves with imposing momentum.

As the fleet passed through the English Channel, the Eagle's radar had already detected it; countless tiny lights, like a group of giant whales swimming towards London.

Prime Minister's official residence.

Churchill's face turned ashen.

Foreign Secretary Eden stood before him, holding a telegram. "Sir, the Chinese Independent Brigade's fleet has arrived in the English Channel. Their commander is Ma Yongzhen, the same one who negotiated with the U.S. last time."

"What does he want?"

"They demand compensation from us for the war of aggression against China and for the current war between North and South Korea."

"How many?"

"It hasn't been said yet, but the US is demanding nearly 900 million taels of silver in reparations. We're only sending 6,000 troops, so it shouldn't be that much."

Churchill, still uneasy, said, "Let the Foreign Office make contact and tell them that we are willing to negotiate, but we shouldn't provoke them."

"Also, keep the Royal Navy away from their fleet to avoid conflict."

He didn't want to end up like the Ugly Kingdom, losing money and even a fleet in the process.

"Yes."

The next day.

The Chinese fleet slowly approached the shore.

At the dock, Anthony Eden, the Foreign Minister of the United Kingdom, personally greeted them, followed by a group of officials holding white flags.

The white flag fluttered in the wind, standing out conspicuously.

Zhao Dazhuang stood on the deck, staring at the white flag, stunned.

"Commander, they've raised a white flag. Does that mean they're surrendering?"

Ma Yongzhen also saw it and frowned slightly. "Don't talk nonsense, it might be their national flag."

"National flag? Isn't the national flag the Union Jack? This is all white, where's the Union Jack?"

Liu Liuliu explained, "Rice is white, so the Union Jack is white."

Zhao Dazhuang suddenly realized, "I see."

Ma Yongzhen looked at the two of them incredulously; one dared to say it and the other dared to believe it.

The translator, Xiao Zhang, quickly explained, "Commander Ma, this is a white flag, which does indeed mean surrender, but they are not surrendering; they are expressing friendship and have no hostility."

"friendly?"

Ma Yongzhen scratched his head. "Raising the white flag just because we're friendly? These Americans are really something."

"Are you afraid I'll fire the cannon?"

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