A young beautiful waiter came out cautiously holding a wine glass.

This is her usual job. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any mistakes.

There are not many guests today.

To be precise, there were only two guests.

a Chinese.

An Englishman.

The Chinese are very young. The British are also very young.

The two of them were sitting in the middle of the lobby.

This place has just been cleaned.

The body was moved and the blood stains were washed away. Everything seemed like it never happened.

At least Zhang Yong was very satisfied with this.

Seeing the nervous beauty, Zhang Yong casually took out a five-pound note.

Don't be nervous. The battle is over. Here's a tip for you.

Put down the drink.

Then there are all kinds of delicious food.

All the guests in Fuli Palace have left, and only the workers are left.

For them, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.

Anyway, no matter who takes over, they are the ones doing the work. Maybe the new boss will get a big red envelope.

So, have a great time.

Others were eating in other restaurants. Only Zhang Yong and Dickens were in the lobby.

Dickens was obviously starving. He didn't care about the etiquette of a British gentleman. He ate hard. He didn't let go of his knife and fork until he burped several times in a row.

"It will be dawn in another two hours."

"Yes. It's not safe to walk at night. After dawn, the consulate will send someone to pick you up."

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to take me to the consulate?"

"It's not safe on the road."

"Why?"

"The Japanese may ambush you on the road."

"How dare they assassinate British citizens?"

"Oh, that's not true. They are not trying to assassinate you. They are trying to assassinate me."

"Assassinate you? Why?"

"Because I killed more Japanese."

"How many did you kill? Three? Four?"

"There should be more than a hundred."

"What?"

Dickens exclaimed in great surprise.

Killed more than a hundred Japanese? Oh my god! You are still alive! You can still stand here!

Are all Japanese trash?

Aren't they very arrogant?

Why haven't I killed you yet?

"You are God's biological son!"

"What's the meaning?"

"That's what you Chinese people say. Those who are lucky are all sons of God."

"Oh. I don't believe in God."

"Of course. You Chinese people don't believe in anything. If God gives them five eggs, they will believe in God. But if Buddha gives them a barrel of oil, they will believe in Buddha..."

"Although, but... you don't want to be so straightforward."

"My understanding of you Chinese people is very thorough. I have been in China for one year and three months."

"What a long time!"

"Of course! Oh, let's get down to business. Do you want the arms?"

"Did you smuggle it in?"

"Of course not. I have legal procedures."

"Where did the procedure come from?"

"We, the East India Company."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong picked up the wine glass.

Legal formality indeed. East India Company.

hehe.

However, it is no longer popular.

The Japanese no longer sell the East India Company's accounts. The Japanese are seriously against the East India Company.

Why?

Because of the conflict of interests between the two parties!

The Japanese want to seize the British market and weaken the British presence in Asia.

Asia must be the Asia of the Japanese.

"What's there?"

"artillery!"

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

I thought it was guns and ammunition!

Unexpectedly, this guy actually brought the artillery directly?

Look at the other person's face.

So young, in his early twenties. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

When other people sell arms, they mainly sell guns and ammunition. You, a kid, are all about artillery? You are too ambitious. You have to run before you learn to walk.

"Artillery! Fifty. Spot deal."

"What model?"

"Miss France."

"Is it the French M1897 field gun? 75 mm caliber?"

"Yes, yes, that's it! So you know it too! Then I don't need to explain it. I tell you, it is definitely a very excellent artillery! It is very suitable for you Chinese!"

"really……"

Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.

The other party was not exaggerating. Because this cannon was Li Yunlong's Italian cannon. It was indeed very suitable for China's national conditions at that time.

Mainly because it is light and flexible. It does not need to be towed by a car. It can go on any road.

When there are livestock, use them to pull you.

When there are no livestock, you can also use human power to drag them away.

No need for hard pavement.

No need for strong bridges.

It is small in size and easy to hide. It can effectively avoid Japanese aircraft bombing.

The shells are also light enough that even the weakest soldier can pick them up with both hands.

If it were a 150mm artillery shell, it would take two soldiers to carry it, which would be troublesome. You must know that Chinese soldiers at that time were generally in poor physical condition and had little strength.

"Where did it come from?"
To be continued...