1890 King of Southeast Asia

5 minutes is very short, and sometimes it is very long.

For example, now...

"Winston, are you really okay?" Wang Xu asked with some concern.

Although it doesn't matter to him even if a few people are killed, it is the British and French who are embarrassed, but Nanhua's face will still be bad.

"Don't worry, the French don't like Slavic barbarians either." Winston smiled slightly.

Britain and France have been fighting for so many years, and the royal family was also passed on from Germany, but they always think that French is the best and most elegant. Even in the 19th century, French was the common language of the royal family and the nobility, an elegant language.

Even in the "Glorious Age" of Britain, that is, the Victorian era, the peak of the British Empire.

It was not until the 1920s that the royal family and the nobility declined and were replaced by capital, and France declined comprehensively. Britain and the United States influenced the world, and English played a role in French becoming a common language.

However... the British are still obsessed with French aristocratic etiquette or other aristocratic things until the new century.

"Xu, is this your name?" Winston asked.

Wang Xu felt that it was more awkward to call him this than "Wang", but he still nodded.

"Xu, the observation group will not have time to deal with work in the future. At least for three weeks to two months, the observation group will only exist in name. You can do whatever you like." Winston said sincerely.

"Well... it's a pity. The South China 6th Army will complete the mission according to the established combat plan and end the war. It is expected to be within a few weeks. You know, they are just some bandits at best." Wang Xu shrugged.

"It's a pity..." Winston stared, pouted, and looked serious.

"Yes... In the future, we must strengthen exchanges..." Wang Xu's brain twitched and said something that made him regret it.

"It's almost time, let's go and take a look first?" Winston looked at the luxurious pocket watch.

...

Kuwait, in the center of the South China Special Military Operations Command, in a small open space, dozens of people rolled into a group.

"You are a bastard!" A French officer greeted in English.

"You are the bastard, you are a worthless bastard..." The British officer replied in French.

In this scene, the worst ones can speak more than two languages. Those who can't speak two languages ​​are not qualified to participate in this verbal battle.

It's not just a verbal battle. For example, the two officers above, the French officer is a little old, and the British officer is relatively immature.

Now the old and the young are curled up together. The British officer is lying on the ground diagonally, his hand around the French officer's head, and it seems that he wants to strangle his neck, but unfortunately he is blocked by the French officer's hand.

The French officer wanted to use a reverse crotch kick, but was caught by the British officer. It was precisely because of the French officer's unrefined behavior that the verbal battle began.

"Raised by a cousin..."

"Greetings to your mother..."

"Did you eat too many frog legs, so your strength is gone?"

"Brutal roast beef, French side dishes are richer than the British state banquet..."

The dozens of people present were almost in this state, covered in mud, cursing, and making small movements with their hands and feet. Many people had bruises on their faces.

The war correspondents next to them were simply delighted. What's the point of the stereotyped battlefield dynamics? Where is it more interesting than the re-start of the British-French war?

So there were constant clicks around, and the Nanhua Military Police also received Wang Xu's instructions and did not organize an observation group - war correspondents were also part of the observation group.

"What are you doing!" Winston's full voice sounded.

"Immediately! Stop your stupid behavior, you bunch of idiots! Shame on the empire!" Winston walked up, his face flushed, and roared angrily.

If Wang Xu hadn't just been "drinking tea" with him, Wang Xu wouldn't be sure if Winston was pretending.

"He really loves to show off." The chief of staff opened his mouth several times and finally spit out a sentence.

"Don't care about them, order the 5th Brigade to hand over all the prisoners to the Arab Rangers and quickly resolve the battle of Abres." Wang Xu looked at Winston who was performing in front of the camera and said with a complicated expression.

"Is Basra also preparing for a general attack?" asked the chief of staff.

"Notify the navy to coordinate, lighten the ammunition, use No. 2 gas first... No. 4 gas, and let our people go to clear the field after the battle." Wang Xu nodded.

"Also, notify the 11th Division to conduct a chemical defense exercise. One week later, an air strike will be launched on Baghdad, also using No. 4 gas." Wang Xu thought of what Winston said. If it was all true, then Nanhua urgently needed to withdraw its fist.

Not to mention anything else, staying in Mesopotamia for one more day would mean one more day of material consumption. The materials needed for a battle of more than 100,000 people are not ordinary.

It is also necessary to cross the sea, which takes up an unknown amount of transportation capacity.

"They haven't left yet." The chief of staff looked at Winston Churchill, who was standing with his hands on his waist and cursing.

"They will leave, and the British are eager for us to go back." Wang Xu turned around after saying that. There was nothing good to watch here.

After Winston came, the head of the French delegation also came out. The two sides did not curse each other, but shook hands in a friendly and peaceful manner, and then each took their people away.

That night, Wang Xu could hear Winston cursing on the street, not for anything else. In the Anglo-French war in the afternoon, the British were at a disadvantage, and the French left with their heads held high.

…

On the second day, August 3, the British and French observation groups left the South China Army by airship and gathered in Kuwait. They will recuperate here for a while and wait for the British and French governments to end their wrangling.

"Winston? No..." Wang Xu looked at his watch.

"I should be on the ship, I know, but you see, I'm here, I want to see how you fight, let me make it clear, I won't go to the front line." Winston said with a smile.

"This..." Wang Xu clasped his hands together and supported his chin.

"I won't record anything." Winston opened his hands, palms facing Wang Xu.

Last night, Britain sent a telegram to Winston, asking him to take a British warship back, and he should be on the ship at this time.

"Okay." Wang Xu knew that it was useless for him to refuse, Winston clearly didn't leave.

Besides, Nanhua currently needs British support, and Winston, as the Under-Secretary of the Secretary of State for Colonial Affairs, still has a certain say.

...

"The plan has changed, Winston didn't leave." Wang Xu lit a cigarette and stood in front of the window.

"The original plan was cancelled?" asked the staff officer.

"Yes, isn't the airship brigade delivering supplies to the divisions? Concentrate the artillery of the 3rd, 4th, and 11th divisions, plus the navy artillery, and concentrate 200 cannons to attack the city. What do you think?" Wang Xu asked.

"The storage of artillery shells is sufficient, but will it be in time?" asked the chief of staff.

The attack was originally scheduled to be launched tomorrow, and the airships are currently transporting the personnel of the observation group, so there is no time to transport them.

"The plan cannot keep up with the changes, and it will be delayed for another two days."