When the news that the mixed troops of Shenzhou and Shengyang attacked Moresby returned to the command center of the coalition forces, the entire Port Moresby and the nearby air base were almost completely destroyed. Although it was good news to learn that the Shenzhou warships present were basically empty shells with just a few empty shells, Bingham, the commanders including Bingham were completely happy because the heavy blow in Shenzhou really hurt the coalition forces:

On the one hand, Moresby's strategic air base and port were seriously damaged and could not be responded within a few months, which made the coalition forces become cripples in the Pacific. After losing the Moresby and Guam Island bases, the Strategic Air Force basically lost the ability to directly attack the mainland of China for support. On the other hand...

On the other hand, the news that the "flagship" of China's previous appearance outside Moresby Port was rumored that when the coalition forces could not tell the truth or falsehood, the Shengyang fleet, which was trying hard to rush back to Shengyang, had to slow down its speed---there was no choice. If the fleet outside Moresby Port was real, then rushing back to the mainland would be trapped.

When the Shengyang Fleet was confirmed and knew that the main fleet of Shenzhou, which was running towards their hometown, was the real one, and began to accelerate again, the main fleet of Shenzhou had already taken the lead in the race towards Shengyang.

This is not the worst. From the perspective of Bingham, the strategic decision-maker, the worst thing is that there are a large number of Shengyang soldiers among the dead soldiers who attacked Moresby. Whether it is the Shengyang dialect communication captured in the communication channel, the Shengyang weapons that act as the attacker, or even the remaining limbs of Shengyang soldiers found in the wreckage, the soldiers on the scene reached an indisputable conclusion like Bingham. The Shengyang soldiers participated in the battle to attack Moresby.

Shengyang soldiers participated in the Moresby attack, which is an objective fact, but different people may be different inferences from the same objective fact.

Marshal Binhan concluded that this was a disagreement plan for Shenzhou, and that the few pro-Shenzhou factions who were loyal to the old Emperor T might be involved in the attack.

But this is Bingham, the Allied Marshal. He stood at a high level and saw things that allowed him to draw this conclusion. The officers and soldiers below, middle-level and even high-level generals, may not have reached this conclusion.

Especially those soldiers who lost their comrades in Moresby, their first reaction was not [this is the plan of disagreement in China], but [Shengyang is indeed cooperating with China to trick us into exercising!]

Marshal Binhan felt that the anger of the troops below was nothing. After all, he was a soldier and had discipline. If he asked for it with discipline, he would not mutiny because of this. However, the staff of the Shenzhou who had made the plan obviously did not have a backup plan...

While Bingham received the report, a video of Moresby being attacked and the participation of Shengyang troops was involved, and a video of the officers and soldiers of the port and base of Moresby harbor and base cursing at Shengyang, connecting a large amount of almost irrefutable evidence of Moresby's local recycling, has arrived on the other side of the ocean together.

The data was quietly staying in a data memory, and was gently placed on a glass table by a somewhat wet hand. After a slight sound, it was pushed to the person sitting at the other end of the table, next to a cup of steaming coffee.

The owner of the coffee has a typical Anglo-Saxon appearance. His hair with a slightly taller hairline is already a bit gray. It can be seen that he was quite handsome when he was young. Now it looks quite a bit like a [young] face, revealing a sense of youth that is inconsistent with his hair color.

This sense of youth has nothing to do with medicine or plastic surgery, but because his life is quite free--he has no struggle in his heart and lives faithfully for himself; this is not a kind of boldness, but treats everyone as a stone on the roadside that can be kicked away. If the condition for becoming a politician is to not regard people as human beings, this man is a creature that ignores the concept of [people] more than a politician:

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"Is this the thing?" The man loosened the collar of his shirt, picked up the coffee and took a sip, asked a question and turned his real eyes to the opposite of him.

"Yes, Mr. Modok."

Opposite the coffee cup was a cup of tea. The owner of the tea first touched the table with his little finger, and then put the tea cup back on the table almost silently, and nodded. Compared with Charles Modak, who was putting down the coffee cup, Gu Shaochuan looked much older, and Gu Shaochuan himself probably knew why. After all, there were too many things he had to worry about, and he had really reached the point of [family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and everything].

Compared to media tycoon Charles Modak, who can treat everyone's scrutiny as a fart that will dissipate in the air, Gu Shaochuan can feel the sight of hundreds of millions of Chinese citizens almost every moment. In his own words, [Every moment, it is like a thorn in his back, and he dare not slackew].

Under this sense of responsibility, Gu Shaochuan, as a foreign affairs staff in China, ages very quickly.

Charles Modak looked at Gu Shaochuan opposite him, with a cunning light in his eyes. He gently picked up the data terminal, breathing a sigh of relief as if he was holding a heavy object, and said to Gu Shaochuan:

"Mr. Gu should know that once this thing is sent out, there will be no turning back. There is a saying in your country that is good [there is no turning back when the arrow is drawn], right?"

"It's so strange that you said this," Gu Shaochuan smiled, "Didn't everything start to operate long ago?"

"Indeed," the media tycoon, the man on the second place in the world's wealth ranking, smiled sly, "The population expansion caused by the baby boom after the last war is a headache. If normal means are really used, it is impossible to let everyone have a job, and there is no way to take some measures."

"Mr. Mo Daoke is worried about the country and the people." Gu Shaochuan held back the disgust in his heart and nodded.

When the foreign affairs expert in China looked at Charles Modak's proud face, he couldn't help but wonder how thick the other party's face was. This arrogant attitude of manipulating the world as a shadow puppet made him feel uncomfortable, but it was not incomprehensible - after all, the other party is not only a media tycoon, but also a representative of a huge group.

The shrinking economy, the decoupled industrial chain, and the constantly closed military bases are all damaging the interests of this group. It is precisely because of this that Shenzhou can use the help of these people to achieve its goals.

In other words, it is to be in compatible with evil... Thinking of this word, Gu Shaochuan felt a little uncomfortable, but soon put his unhappiness behind his mind. After all, this is all for the future of China, and for this future, too many sacrifices have been sacrificed:

The debt volume in one trillion units and the division of the post-war territory are all small, and even the emperor sacrificed his life for the future of China... What is the slightest likes and dislikes of Gu Shaochuan compared with the sacrificed things?

"After this thing is released, I will hide temporarily in a short time. There is no problem with your arrangements, right?" Charles Modork asked with another sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes.

"We have protected your next wife and children and will not make any mistakes." Gu Shaochuan nodded.

"Where is that Bichi's arrangement?" A hint of cruelty appeared in Mo Daoke's eyes.

"If you can deal with it, there will be no trace." Gu Shaochuan felt disgusted by the other party's method of calling his wife Bichi, but he still answered without showing any emotion.

"Then, for the new order, happy cooperation, Mr. Gu."

"For the new order."

The two big hands held each other hard.

More than ten minutes later, Gu Shaochuan left Mo Daoke's skyscraper, and Mo Daoke warmly sent him downstairs. At this moment, Mo Daoke's secretary was cleaning Mo Daoke's reception room and found the data disk on the table. After looking around, she quickly copied all the things inside with her laptop computer.

"I'm biting the bait." Mo Daoke looked at the real-time monitoring of his reception room and smiled brilliantly.

An hour later, in the underground headquarters of a non-governmental organization Ngo, which opposes news monopoly and pursues freedom, the head of the organization looked at the information stole from the Modak Building, and shivered in anger. Looking at the information marked as [the news that may need to be controlled], he slapped the table:

"Spread these and let the world see the truth about this unjust war!!!"
Chapter completed!