Zhu Lingjing thinks she has a clear understanding of the current state of Ming Dynasty.
She felt that her brother, the current crown prince Zhu Lizhen, was a bit cautious. As a ruler, such a person was undoubtedly an excellent and conservative king, but it was inappropriate in today's turbulent times.
Current radicals have a theory that the United States, its biggest potential rival, lacks war preparations. Its army only has 100,000 people, and it will take at least a year for the United States, where isolationism is prevalent, to complete its military preparations for war.
If the Ming Dynasty could seize the Dutch East Indus in a short period of time and stabilize the front line and occupied areas, it would only have to fight against the British and the Dutch during this period, which would be very feasible.
Once the raw rice is cooked, it will be a done deal. Even if the United States is determined to get involved, by the time she completes her war preparations, Ming will have a firm foothold in the Nanyang region and cannot be driven away.
"Nanyang should be China's backyard pond. It is within easy reach, and it is only to restore the sphere of influence since ancient times. It is reasonable and reasonable." This is the rhetoric promoted by radicals.
Zhu Lingjing basically agrees with this idea, but the key lies in how to end the war in a dignified and controllable manner, which is exactly what those guys did not consider in depth.
Or... deliberately selectively ignored.
With the current trend of right-wing forces growing day by day, she had a bad premonition - maybe her father could still control himself at the moment, but she thought Zhu Lizhen might not be able to stabilize the situation.
Regardless of whether you are worrying about the future or planning for a rainy day, make preparations first.
After her husband passed away from illness, Zhu Lingjing felt that her heart had become cold in terms of tenderness and sweetness, but there should always be some pursuits in life, right? money? that power?
Everything points to a core question - should we devote ourselves to politics?
She held the small teacup, looked at the floating Xinyang Maojian in it, and fell into deep thought again.
"...The Dutch and Indian authorities submitted a statement to the Chinese Embassy in Batavia to solemnly protest against our country's sabotage activities against it..."
At this time, the sound of news reports coming from the radio brought her back to reality.
Batavia? Sabotage?
Her thoughts instantly dispersed and immediately connected with what she had learned before about Zhou Changfeng leading his men to Batavia to kill the traitors.
Aha? He was just assassinating a thief, so he wouldn't be openly protested by the Dutch, right? Isn't it the same thing?
"Someone, come and ask about this matter."
"Your Highness, this is a secret operation, isn't it convenient?"
"Don't worry, the Dutch have protested. Even if it is indeed related, what is there to worry about?"
"yes."
So a car went to the Metropolitan Government House, and after negotiations, a copy of the action report was obtained that evening.
After returning to the Princess Mansion, Zhu Lingjing was told by an accompanying agent that she must burn the book after reading it.
She calmly opened the special document envelope with the word "confidential" printed on it, then took out the report and quickly browsed it.
Half a minute later, she looked at the agent who came to supervise with an expression of "You're kidding me."
"You... did you mistake this for a misleading version?"
The latter cupped his hands and said seriously: "I don't dare, that's the truth."
"..." She stared down at the report in her hand, thoughtfully.
After several seconds, she handed the report to the female attendant beside her.
The report was inserted into the shredder, and then the handle was pressed successively, and the two papers were cut into thin strips.
The scraps of paper were immediately thrown into the brazier and turned into ashes in the flames.
After the supervision documents were destroyed, the agent left.
Even though the report was so clear in black and white, Zhu Lingjing still couldn't believe that someone would be so bold. It was outrageous.
But then I thought about it, making a big fuss in the heart of Dutch East Indu and still returning safely. If this is not a talent, who is a talent?
Hiss... No, this kind of person must be controlled somehow.
She suddenly thought of something, turned her head and asked, "Yiyi, was the Navy discussing the Marine Corps a few days ago?"
The attendant named Su Yiyi nodded slightly and replied: "Yes, this matter has been drafted."
"In this case, please note it down and send someone to tell me tomorrow..."
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On the first day of mid-August, in the afternoon, the temperature in Nanjing during the summer season was still as high as 36°C. As soon as the plane door opened, Zhou Changfeng felt a heat wave coming towards his face.
Shen Yu stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and shouted: "We are thousands of miles apart, but it's as hot as Guangzhou in Yingtian."
Zhou Changfeng, who was walking in front of him, smiled and said, "You can try it in Wuhan next time and experience what a stove is."
"Come on, if it hadn't happened like this, I should have stayed in the house to enjoy the cold these past few months."
"Will everything be fine after you go to report on your work?"
"That's not certain. The Ministry of War has probably finished the military merit evaluation. I'm afraid you will be preparing to be promoted and awarded honors in the next few days." Shen Yu shrugged.
To be honest, Zhou Changfeng was full of expectations for this. He had asked Shen Yu about this before, and the answer was that the military rank may not be directly promoted, but officers and medals are indispensable.
It is not difficult for the honorable officer to understand that this is an ancient thing, and it has been used to this day after slight modifications.
As for medals, a typical Western item, officials from the Ministry of War believed that it "can boost morale to a certain extent at a very low cost," so they introduced them. However, they were not taken seriously, so there were not many types.
After all, medals are not substantial enough and are just icing on the cake in people's eyes.
It was similar to what Shen Yu said. As soon as Zhou Changfeng returned to the station after going to report on his duties, a call came from the Military Promotion Department of the Ministry of War.
"What? Going tomorrow? Am I going alone? Okay, I understand."
After briefly dealing with the pending military affairs in the past few days, he finished dinner in a hurry, and then wrote a letter to Xia Xiaoshi.
That day was really embarrassing. I was interrupted by Shen Yu before I finished eating. Looking back, I was still a little depressed.
After delivering the letter, he felt a little tired and went to sleep. He was going to be promoted and awarded a medal tomorrow, so he naturally had to treat it with the best spirit.
The next morning, just after dawn, Zhou Changfeng, neatly dressed, drove to the gate of the official office of the Military Promotion Department of the Ministry of War.
The guards on guard had turned a blind eye to this - officers who were notified to come to participate in promotions and decorations were usually so eager to attend, and often came early in the morning.
The specific ceremony was nothing grand. Standing on a high platform and waiting for a general to come and be honored in person? nonexistent.
In a room of only a few dozen square meters, an army lieutenant colonel came in with two civilians, a man and a woman, and read out an official article.
Or...an imperial edict?
"The people of the world have appointed the emperor, and the edict says:...In ancient times, the rule of the world is to be governed by literature, and the chaos is suppressed by force...I have extraordinary qualifications, a devoted heart and soul for the country, and a good command of the army...I am so proud of you."
Why is it a bit inconsistent? Isn't it the emperor who is destined to carry heaven?
Oh no, after all, at least in name, the source of power for the rulers of a constitutional empire is no longer God but the people.
As for specific promotions and honors...
Jin "same lieutenant colonel"?
Awarded "Yunqi Wei"?
Awarded the "Second Class Eagle Medal" and the "Third Class Medal of Qi Li"?
(End of chapter)
