novelhk 第101章 我们东斯拉夫人，1口唾沫1个钉！你多喝1杯，我给你加5辆！
第101章 我们东斯拉夫人，1口唾沫1个钉！你多喝1杯，我给你加5辆！
Chapter 100 We East Slavs are true to our word! If you drink one more cup, I'll give you five more cars!
Luganov was truly astonished by the precision of the intelligence: time, location, unit number, and commanding officer's name...
It even details the types of artillery attached, down to the regimental level! This is no exaggeration.
Gu Weijun, standing nearby, added at the opportune moment, using language he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror to ensure his tone, rhythm, and tact were just right: "According to intelligence, the Japanese army's operation this time aims to replicate the glory of the yellow race defeating the white race in the Russo-Japanese War" (he deliberately used the word "glory," with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm), intending to crush your Far East Army Group in one fell swoop, completely control the North Manchurian Railway, and connect the South Manchurian Railway and the North Manchurian Railway into one.
Of course, that war was an old feud from the Tsarist era and had nothing to do with the great and powerful Soviet Union.
However, this action by the Japanese army was undoubtedly a blatant provocation against the Great Power and a violation of the international peace order.
These words not only touched upon historical grievances (stimulating the other side's sense of honor and the unresolved shame of Russia's defeat in the Russo-Japanese War), but also targeted contemporary Japan, placing the Soviet Union in the position of victim and peacekeeper, demonstrating excellent tact.
Luganov's face darkened, and a soldier's anger burned in his eyes.
He slammed the document shut and said in a deep voice, "Ambassador Gu, is the source of this intelligence reliable?"
"We guarantee it with the nation's credit," Gu Weijun said firmly.
Without further hesitation, Luganov stood up abruptly, walked to his desk, and pressed a hidden button.
Soon, a middle-aged officer in a KGB uniform, with a sharp and capable look, walked in.
Luganov handed him the intelligence and urgently instructed in Russian: "Top secret! Immediately send it verbatim to the KGB headquarters in Moscow via longwave radio, requesting that it be reported directly to Comrade Sidalin!"
"Quickly!" The officer obeyed the order and disappeared as swiftly as a ghost.
After arranging everything, Luganov finally breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down again, and looked at Gu Weijun with eyes full of gratitude and admiration: "Ambassador Gu! Thank you so much! If this intelligence is true, you and your country are friends of the great Soviet Union!"
True friends!
As the Director-General of the Sufi Union's Aid to China Affairs, I will certainly report in detail to Comrade Sidarin and increase our assistance to your country!
He patted his chest. "Tell me, what is your country's most pressing need right now? I will do anything I can to help!"
Gu Weijun was secretly delighted, knowing that the good show he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Despite his deep cunning, he didn't rush to speak. Instead, he raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "General, you see, now that we've finished discussing important matters, it's time for dinner."
I've even brought such good wine, aren't you going to prepare some authentic Sushi dishes so that we, these two good friends, can have a good drink together?
What needs could possibly be more important than our friendship?
Upon hearing this, Luganov was overjoyed. He admired this kind of forthright and unpretentious personality, and immediately waved his hand, saying, "Haha! Well said! I was being negligent!"
"Guards! Prepare a feast! Bring out the finest caviar, charshunik (roast beef strips), borscht, vodka-cured meat... everything! General Tymoshchuk, you join us too! We're going to drink until we drop with Ambassador Gu!"
A sumptuous Russian feast was quickly laid out on the table. Gu Weijun, who was well-prepared, displayed an amazing "capacity" and a hearty attitude, drinking to the last drop of his glass without hesitation, just like Luganov and Timoshchuk.
After several rounds, the atmosphere became increasingly heated.
Luganov, with his arm around Gu Weijun's shoulder and already somewhat drunk, said, "Gu, my friend! You're a true friend! My fellow countryman, my dear comrade-in-arms, Comrade Sida Lin, has fully authorized me to handle matters related to aid to China!"
Just based on your temper with me, I'll definitely give you the best! Tell me, what do you need most? Cannons?
airplane?"
Gu Weijun smoothly picked up the conversation, maintaining his "frankness" despite his "drunken haze": "General, you are a professional military strategist, while I am a diplomat. How would I know anything about specific weapons and equipment? I have no right to speak on this matter. But my old friend, you are the expert in this area. What do you think?"
Gu Weijun deeply understood the principle of "retreating to advance." If he directly asked for tanks, it would expose his "premeditated intentions." To achieve any goal, it is not to say it directly, but to "guide the other party to say it." The effect is ten times that of saying it directly!
Luganov, flattered, said with a hint of smugness, "You flatter me, but according to feedback from the front lines from our Soviet Union battlefield observation group officers, and... well... some scattered Japanese intelligence we intercepted, your soldiers' individual skills and fighting spirit are sufficient, having initially reached the level of the Tsarist Russian army during the Russo-Japanese War. However, you do lag behind the Japanese in tanks, heavy artillery, and aircraft."
We can hardly imagine how you managed to hold off the Japanese army for over a year with your own flesh and blood... Even Comrade Sidarin expressed her admiration.
General Timoshchuk, who was standing nearby, nodded repeatedly and said loudly, slightly drunk, "That's right! Your soldiers are excellent!"
I personally led an observation team to witness your battle at Xuzhou, and your combat effectiveness truly exceeded expectations!
However, tanks—yes, tanks, or armored forces—are your biggest weakness!
Gu Weijun was overjoyed (he had been waiting for this to be said), knowing that the time had come. He pretended to be casual and said in a slightly drunken, ambiguous tone, "However... General, as far as we know, the Japanese army seems to be developing a new type of tank to deal with your... what new type of tank... what was it again?"
Moreover, our scattered intelligence suggests, oh! Right, I remember now, there seems to be a new tank called...T34? Just entered production?
Luganov and Tymoshtyuk's expressions changed drastically, and they sobered up a bit. The latest T-34 tank had just been developed and had not yet entered mass production. Only 500 had been produced, and they were still preparing for data testing. It was a top secret in the military industry. What was the KGB doing? How could even a diplomat from the Republic of China know about it?
It's a complete secret!
Gu Weijun pretended not to see his expression and continued to lie according to the prepared "script": "How about... you provide us with some of your T-34s that you haven't tested yet? It would be a good opportunity to put them to actual combat on the Republic of China battlefield and deal with the Japanese army's new tanks. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone and a win-win situation?"
After saying that, he raised his full glass of "Chinese Blaze" again, "Cheers to a win-win situation!" Luganov was taken aback by this sudden suggestion and hearty drink, and subconsciously raised his glass to drink with him.
After a few drinks, his thoughts seemed to be clouded by the alcohol and the notion of "win-win." He pondered for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table: "Good! Gu, you're a straightforward person!"
"So, if the intelligence confirms it's true, I'll give you two battalions of T-34s in the seventh batch of military aid on the 15th of next month! Our Soviet army's organization is 5 vehicles per company, 15 vehicles per battalion, and 30 vehicles for two battalions! How about that, pretty generous, right?"
Gu Weijun calculated in his mind that he was still far from having enough for a division (based on 45 vehicles).
His face showed an even more "drunk" expression, his tongue seemed to be slurred, and he put his arm around Luganov, raised his glass and said: "General Luganov... Your Excellency! Brother Timoshchuk... We... hit it off immediately, as close as brothers!"
For your sake, brother, add some more, add some more!
Two large teams... ...considered state-owned... ...and a little more...this is for me, brothers...I'll finish it! You guys help yourselves!"
After saying that, he downed another nearly three ounces of strong liquor, his face instantly turning red.
Infected by his "generosity," Luganov and Timoshchuk cheered loudly and joined him for a drink. As the alcohol rose, they shouted with boundless enthusiasm, "Good brothers! Brilliant! We East Slavs are true to our word!"
"Okay, this drink counts as five tanks for you! If you drink another one, I'll add five more! Do you dare drink it?"
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