Chapter 482 The Revenge of Killing My Father

Chapter 482 The Revenge of Killing My Father

Chapter 482 The Revenge of Killing My Father

On January 1879, 1, in Anfu Village, ten kilometers northeast of Nantong Prefecture, Shao Quanzhong led a brigade of guards to inspect.

Rows of the latest bombers and fighter jets were parked on the leveled airport, and behind them were armed airships.

This is the air force base of the Hailing Garrison District in the capital of Daxia. The air force escort covers the entire Yangtze River Delta region.

Shao Quanzhong's guard has always been a brigade. Some time ago, he went to the Austro-Hungarian Empire and left three battalions of guards in Budapest to protect Shao Jisi and his fiancée Queen Mary.

Jisi is Wenxiu's son. Because he was born three months later than Jiming, he lost his position as Shao Quanzhong's heir. Wenxiu has always felt resentful that her son could only be a "mere" prince.

Now that Ji Si has become the King of Hungary, it has exceeded Wen Xiu's expectations. It can be expected that Hungary's economy will achieve a leap forward.

Zhang Siwen was integrating the entire Austro-Hungarian Empire into the Great Xia economic system, including Hungary. Ji Si himself grew up in England, but he had the world's most powerful economist as his tutor, and he was influenced by him until he was seventeen.

Therefore, not only must he be fluent in German and have no problem ruling Hungary, but he must also be able to cooperate well with Zhang Siwen's economic policies.

In addition, his mother is the head of the world's largest financial group. It is impossible for her not to favor her son. If she slips a little bit of benefit through her fingers, Hungary will enjoy endless benefits. Hungarians are very blessed to have a successor king.

When leaving Vienna, Shao Quanzhong left two battalions of guards to guard Princess Sissi in Schönbrunn Palace.

Shao Quanzhong could only trust the former Austro-Hungarian Guards. Who knows if there were any nobles or Empress Dowager Sophie's people among them.

Princess Sissi's skills in palace fighting are not up to par. If she was overthrown accidentally, it would be a joke. So her fellow villagers from Jiangyan are more reliable.

After returning home, Shao Quanzhong's Guards only had one battalion left. However, they immediately drew reinforcements from the regular army to maintain a brigade structure. All the Guards were from Taizhou and were loyal members of the Fenian Society.

Shao Quanzhong was not inspecting the air force base today. In fact, there was no force in the entire Far East that could compete with Daxia, and the air force base was set up here just to prepare for a rainy day.

Today, he attended the opening ceremony of the Daxia Aviation Academy.

When airplanes first appeared, those responsible for flying airships and airplanes were artillery observers who had been on hot air balloons. At least they wouldn't get sick of heights, right?

There are no rules for flying a plane, you just have to figure it out on your own.

Today, the first batch of pilots have been in the air for more than two years and have accumulated enough flying experience to start training regular pilots.

Standing in the front row to be inspected were more than 20 instructors, all of whom had more than two years of experience in flying airships and airplanes. The principal was the German pilot Lilienthal, the father of aircraft piloting who started flying with gliders.

The 150 students of the first phase lined up on the playground, led by Shao Jishu, the son of Shao Hengzhong, deputy commander-in-chief of the Huai Army and inspector general of Liangjiang.

Jishu was born just one day later than Jiming, but he grew up with Jisi and studied abroad in London with Jisi.

Three and a half years ago, the old lady of the Shao family missed her grandson. Coincidentally, Shao Quanzhong started selling airships to Europe. Worried about the safety of the children, all the Shao children were recalled to Hailing, and Shao Jishu was recalled as well.

He and Jiming had just completed their high school education at Hailing Middle School at the same time. Jiming went to Baoding Military Academy for further studies at his father's order, but Jishu didn't want to study the army and came to learn how to fly a plane.

Shao Quanzhong patted Ji Shu on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, young man, you have ideas. Work hard. The Air Force is still a subsidiary of the Army. When you graduate and have achievements in the future, I will appoint you as the Air Force Commander."

"Report to my uncle, it doesn't matter if I'm the commander or not, I'm willing to be loyal to Daxia and devote myself to its expansion."

Uh, Ji Shu has different ideas from his father Shao Hengzhong. Shouldn't you say loyal to Marshal Shao? Shao Quanzhong shook his head and sighed. The younger generation has different ideas.

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Berlin, City Palace.

There is no sign of the New Year in Germany now, and the whole country is immersed in the pessimism brought about by the failure of the European war.

But life must go on. The whole of Berlin is now a big construction site. Construction teams from Daxia are working in full swing and reconstruction work is proceeding at a rapid pace.

As the ruins were cleared, the smell of napalm in the air continued to hit people's nostrils.

The City Palace was also under repair and reconstruction, and His Majesty Frederick III was currently working in a makeshift board house next to it. It was snowing heavily outside, so it was impossible to lay the foundation and build a house, but it was possible to clear the ruins and prepare for construction in the spring.

The second German Emperor sighed as he looked at the energetic Daxia people who were still working overtime in the wind and snow.

The people of Daxia are really hardworking and persevering, which even the Germans cannot compare to.

Germany's own construction team is also participating in the rubble cleanup, but is clearly not keeping up with the progress of the Daxia construction team.

The Germans were not much worse in terms of diligence, but they were not as good at using the tools they had. Moreover, their management was not as advanced as that of the Chinese. In addition, the construction workers tended to be older - after the European War, there were not many young guys left.

The German construction team still used steam equipment, while the Daxia construction team used diesel-powered machinery. Germany could also imitate these machines, but it didn't have the money.

The first batch of 10 billion gold marks in war reparations paid at the end of last year had exhausted Germany's already limited reserves, and now the economy was on the verge of collapse.

Daxia still owes money for construction. Fortunately, the people of Daxia are grateful for Germany's selfless assistance and are not in a hurry to ask for the money, but the money must be paid eventually.

"Cough! Cough!"

His Majesty coughed a few times in the cold wind. He had been getting upset about not having money lately, and his sore throat had become more serious.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. I have already borrowed a sum of money from Frankfurt, and this time I will use it specifically for the imitation of diesel engines. Many of our own consumer products require the support of diesel power. Once our own production capacity is increased, Germany will respond quickly. By the way, we have to keep some of the money for importing diesel..."

The one who persuaded Your Majesty was Caprivi, who succeeded Bismarck as Prime Minister. Although he did not have Bismarck's great talent and strategy, he was diligent, loyal and reliable, and Your Majesty still trusted him very much.

Frederick III gave a bitter smile and said, "It's loan sharking again, isn't it?"

The Prime Minister shook his head. "It's not easy to borrow money now."

"But what about the 20 billion yuan compensation at the end of this year?"

"I can't care about that anymore. I can't pay it back anyway. I'm asking for an extension or a reduction. What can they do if we really don't have the money?"

"The postponed American-American Philadelphia Exposition is about to be held. Let's sell some minor military industries and use the money to keep the country running..."

The Emperor and the Prime Minister were calculating carefully and pitifully how to prevent the people from starving to death and how Germany could develop again. They also had to pay war reparations and repay the usurious loans of financial capital. Under the heavy pressure of domestic and foreign debts, the two old brothers looked very worried.

"Report, someone has brought a gift to your majesty."

Gifts? I don't need gifts, I need money.

The gift was brought in, and it turned out to be a latest-model phonograph produced by the Federation.

The phonograph was invented by Edison two years ago. Over the past year or so, it has been continuously improved and updated. Now, its appearance is very beautiful, with a big speaker outside a box. It is a very expensive toy for the nobility.

"What use do I have for this thing? I am not a hedonistic and art-obsessed tyrant—who sent it to me?"

"I don't know. The person who delivered the goods left immediately. The person who delivered the goods was also commissioned by someone else."

Huh? Weird.

The phonograph had been checked by the guards and there was no dangerous bomb or anything like that inside. It was just a real phonograph.

His Majesty the Emperor still understood this. He waved his hand and asked his men to try shaking it to see if there was anything strange.

The guard slowly shook the phonograph, and what came out of it was not the song "Mary Had a Little Lamb" that came with the phonograph when it was sold, but the low voices of two men talking.

At first, His Majesty did not hear clearly and accidentally overheard it. Suddenly, he heard a sentence: "Gustav, you send people to Kiel Port this time to get rid of that old guy and put the blame on the French..."

Friedrich's face changed drastically, "Play it again for me!"

(End of this chapter)