PDLP Chapter 182 Terry's Disaster
Chapter 182 Terry's Disaster
"Haha, I believe in the strength of the Kingdom of Itli, but only by uniting together can we reduce our losses. The allies need to work together! Mr. Ziano, let's have a happy cooperation!"
"Okay, okay, happy working with you!" Ziano and Leo drank it all in one gulp.
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"You have reached a cooperation with Ciano? This kind of politician will not take promises seriously!" The Iteli man left in high spirits, leaving only his back to everyone. Marshal Leon said to Leo unhappily: "Although you are often passively involved in political storms, it is not your job to engage in politics. In the eyes of politicians, there are only interests but no morality! You must be careful of the hidden arrows behind you!"
"Thank you for your concern. Ciano is not well-received in the Kingdom of Itri now. As a person who has served as prime minister for two terms, he has the support of political parties and some people. Ciano has great political ambitions. If it were not for the suppression of the old Prime Minister Conte, Ciano's power would be extremely huge. Now Conte has stepped down, but still controls the political situation in the Kingdom of Itri. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to ascend to the prime minister's throne for the third time, Ciano has been marginalized. The reason why Ciano couldn't wait to visit is to seek external forces to break his predicament. A future naval battle in the Mediterranean is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him!"
Leo called the waiter over, picked up another glass of wine from the tray, and continued his conversation with Marshal Leon. The chaotic Haimos Peninsula and the Mediterranean Sea have always been the second focus of Drak’s land and navy. Leo is very familiar with the political situation in the Kingdom of Itli, which is not familiar to the people of Drak.
"Commander, if Ciano succeeds in convincing the government of the Kingdom of Itli, we can concentrate the forces of Itli, Osmagali and Ottoman Empire to change the Mediterranean and drive the Allied forces out of the Mediterranean. Then, we can completely cut off the Suez Canal with one stroke. If Ciano's eloquence is not as good as he says, but Conte, the behind-the-scenes controller of the Kingdom of Itli, is a shrewd politician and a loyal patriot, even if he is willing to make friends with the Allies or secretly communicate with them, he will not stop the Allied Navy's actions in the Mediterranean. After all, we are allies! With the strength of the Kingdom of Itli alone, we have a good chance of winning in the Mediterranean. In addition, Marshal, don't you think that a greedy and ignorant Kingdom of Itli is more in line with the future of the empire? If the Allies win this war, the Kingdom of Itli will be an important weight to contain the expansion of the Osmagali Empire in the southeastern European Nebaroa continent!"
“Alas!” Marshal Leon sighed, “We only have a slight advantage now, and the hope of victory has just begun. We shouldn’t be calculating our allies like this! And although the Osmagali Empire is not very strong, they did try their best, while the Iteli Kingdom was sneaking around! I actually prefer to create trouble for Iteli!”
"Marshal, sometimes there is no room for emotion between countries! And we need victory, little by little accumulation, so that the scales of victory will always point to us!"
"It's up to you. I will retreat sooner or later, and the Ocean Fleet will be yours sooner or later. You just need to remember that the fate of countless people is in your hands! Before doing something, you must be cautious and cautious again! Don't ignore human life like a politician!" Marshal Leon said seriously with deep eyes.
"Marshal, don't worry! I will discuss anything with you. After all, the navy needs more than just me!" Leo was about to continue to explain his general plan for the future when a scream came from the dance floor.
The green-clothed girl's family is a notorious aggressive and protective family in the Drake Empire. Now the girl's brother, Count August von Lumala, is holding Terry Xia in one hand.
"Susan! Can you let August put me down?" Terry begged the girl in green with red ears.
"Are you going to run away or not? Do you dare to stick my photo on the grenade?" Susan glared at Terry with her almond-shaped eyes.
"Well, I didn't run away, I had a mission! As for using your photo, it was because I wanted you to participate in my first combat mission!" Terry not only has a pretty face, but he can also speak sweet words.
"Sister, I think Terry is lying to you!" Count August sneered.
"It's okay, brother. I will keep an eye on him! Terry, from now on, as your family member, I will supervise your account. Please let me know when you want to use money, otherwise no bank will allow you to withdraw it! Also, cut off all relations with those little sluts who admire you. Brother, let him go. Terry, come here and hold my hand. Let's go to the middle of the dance floor and dance. I want to announce to everyone in Platinum that you are mine!" Susan put her hands on her hips, looking a bit like a queen. Her brothers and best friends around her were eyeing Terry covetously. As long as Terry showed any sign of wanting to run away, he would be tied up.
Terry looked at Mehus with pitiful eyes, hoping that this tough naval elite could save his life. Unfortunately, his wish was dashed. Facing the equally tough platinum girl, Mehus fled in panic.
Susan grabbed Terry's hand and walked to the center of the dance floor. She laughed and threatened her fiancé, "You have to kiss me three times a day. We must hold an engagement ceremony next month. I will ask His Majesty to attend! Don't embarrass me, okay? Terry!"
"But I'm serving? The Navy still needs me!" Terry wanted to argue.
"It's okay. I won't stop you from serving in the army after you get engaged. You can go if you want. It's normal for Drake men to fight in all directions! But Terry, you have to get engaged to me next month! This is my only requirement." Susan said firmly.
"Oh my God!" Terry felt wronged and could only cry in his heart.
The Talens also wanted to cry. This period of time was undoubtedly the most difficult period for the Talens since the Tad Naval Arms Race. There were only fifteen battleships left in Scapa Flow that could go out to sea. The high-level fleet was in turmoil, and the morale of the officers and soldiers was low and they had no intention of training.
Fortunately, the Drakes were also in a state of unrest. Their Admiral Hall and the naval hero Leo had a dirty fight. So in the eyes of some people in the Royal Navy, it should be impossible for the Ocean Fleet to launch a large-scale raid during this period.
The Drakes loosened the noose around the Royal Navy's neck, but the Talens would not thank them. The newly appointed Admiral Artbell and Grand Fleet Commander Sally Jefferson took control of the Royal Navy at a very fast speed under the eager expectation of the new Prime Minister. Under the control of the somewhat psychotic Admiral Jefferson, the bloody storm of the Royal Navy was hidden in the dark, but no one was a fool, and the sailors were well-informed, and the morale that was boosted by rest and recuperation quickly dropped.