In everyone's surprise, Zhuang Jihua completed his kissing gift. Mrs. Secker smiled and said, "I'm so happy to see you. After you left, Odo kept talking about you. He liked the Christmas gift you sent him from the United States."

Odo was Sekt's grandson. When Zhuang Jihua was in Germany, he was still in elementary school. Among his friends from the dull Prussian military family, Zhuang Jihua might be the only humorous person. The child soon became familiar with him. Zhuang Jihua also liked this child very much. After leaving Germany, he sent him Christmas gifts every Christmas.

If Guderian was the first to appreciate Zhuang Jihua, so he was introduced to the national defense salon. Then Zhuang Jihua deliberately made friends. His purpose was the same as his original purpose in entering Huangpu, which was to enter the Prussian soldiers through this salon. Although Germany was defeated in World War I, the German society had a strong sense of martial arts and the social status of soldiers was very high. Secondly, the Prussian military group was closely connected with the German business community, and through them, they could enter the German business community more easily. This was later confirmed in his business process.

When Zhuang Jihua heard Secket mention her grandson, he smiled. The smile came from the heart: "He really gave face, madam, it seems that the thoughts I spent is worth it."

Secker and his wife laughed at the same time, and Secker said again: "But he was a little surprised by the Barbie doll, why do everyone else have blonde hair, but what you gave her is a black hair."

"Haha, that was ordered by me at the toy factory," Zhuang Jihua said with a smile: "It was customized according to the image of a Chinese girl."

Zhuang Jihua and his friends' conversations were all in German. Why did Zhu Jiahua and Yingqin translate? He Yingqin then knew how close Zhuang Jihua and the Secette family were, and he understood why Chiang Kai-shek appointed Zhuang Jihua to accompany him throughout the whole process.

Since meeting Zhuang Jihua, the Seckerts and his wife seemed to have forgotten the military and political officials in Peking. After they attended a local reception banquet held by He Yingqin, they were no longer willing to meet with military and political officials in Peking. Every day, Zhuang Jihua trained to visit the scenic spots and historical sites in Peking, and Zhuang Jihua never mentioned the invitation.

But five or six days later, Zhuang Jihua took them to the Great Wall. He first went to the Great Wall of Badaling, and stood on the Great Wall. Seket and his wife were amazed at the magnificent project.

"Zhuang, it's really amazing. How did you Chinese do it? Such a city wall is really tens of thousands of miles?" Mrs. Seckert asked excitedly.

"Yes, two thousand years ago, the first emperor of China, Qin Shihuang built to defend against the attack of the Huns, but the Great Wall under our feet was built about five or six hundred years ago." Zhuang Jihua said.

"How did you do it? Such a huge project depends entirely on manpower?" asked Mrs. Seckert.

"It should be like this." Zhuang Jihua said: "There was no machinery at that time, so I could only rely on manpower."

Sekt stood behind the mercedes and enjoyed the grassy wind blowing from the grassland outside the border, saying, "Excellent military engineering buildings, ancient countries, ancient civilizations." After sighing, he turned to Zhuang Jihua and asked, "But he is just a building and probably has little effect on national security."

"Yes, I agree with the general's judgment." Zhuang Jihua nodded and said: "In Chinese history, the two dynasties that built the Great Wall on a large scale ultimately failed to eliminate the threat from the nomadic peoples outside the Great Wall. On the contrary, several dynasties that did not build the Great Wall achieved great victory. Therefore, the huge fortifications cannot bring security. Only active attacks can truly bring security and peace to the country."

"That's what you can see from this that the Maginot line of defense is useless?" Seckett asked.

"Yes, the first emperor of China built the Great Wall. The treasury was empty due to the huge cost of taking over. The people were extremely dissatisfied and overthrew by rebels in decades. It was one of the two shortest-lived dynasties in Chinese history." Zhuang Jihua's face did not change at all: "The same is true for the Maginot Line of Defense. It is extremely stupid for the French to place security on such a line of defense. We Chinese did this kind of thing two thousand years ago and it has long proved invalid. The Great Wall has never really brought security to China."

"Zhuang, it was here two months ago. You fought a war with the Japanese?" Secker asked.

"It's not here, it's a little bit north." Zhuang Jihua said.

"What do you think of this war?" Seckert asked.

"We were lucky enough to tie them." Zhuang Jihua said.

"Lucky?" Seckett murmured.

"Yes, general, no matter what aspect, we are too far from the Japanese army." Zhuang Jihua said calmly: "This time they underestimated the enemy. So we have a little chance, and they will not give us such a chance next time."

Secker did not speak. Mrs. Secker interrupted, "Zhuang, don't talk about war. In such a beautiful place, don't talk about war."

"Madam, this place is very beautiful but also bloody. It is one of the oldest battlefields in China." Zhu Jiahua said with a smile: "This area was called Youzhou in ancient times, or Youbeiping. In the Han Dynasty, it was the battlefield between China and nomadic peoples. The Gubeikou, a little north, is the main gateway between nomadic peoples invaded Beijing.

When Zhu Jiahua talked about the Battle of the Great Wall, he kept winking at Zhuang Jihua, hoping that he would not say the Zhong** team so badly, but Zhuang Jihua pretended not to see it and still told the truth.

"It's also a battlefield," Zhuang Jihua said, "Madam, I'm sorry, I can't ignore that war. My motherland is in disaster." Zhuang Jihua said, turning to Secker again: "We have lost another territory in this war, and the Japanese are not satisfied. They will continue to attack south until they conquer the entire China."

Secker didn't say anything, he just listened silently to Zhuang Jihua's words.

"General, we need help," Zhuang Jihua said bluntly: "Do you know that many Chinese soldiers have not done live-fire shooting before they stepped onto the battlefield and have not thrown grenades. Because there are no artillery, they have not conducted joint training in the artillery, and of course there is no contract tactics."

Now even Mrs. Seckert felt incredible: "Can the soldier who has never done live ammunition shooting go to the front line? Zhuang, you are joking."

"No. I won't joke about the honor of the army," Zhuang Jihua said solemnly, and Mrs. Seckert still felt incredible: "In fact, I only understood this situation in this war. The reason is very simple, because there is a lack of ammunition. Chinese soldiers usually only have five bullets, and only sent about fifteen bullets before the war. Grenades are usually placed in warehouses, and four to five were sent to each soldier before the war. In fact, although we surrounded the Japanese army in this war, we could not annihilate them. As long as they hold on for another half a month, we could only retreat. Because there is no ammunition reserve north of the Yangtze River."

Secker was finally moved. He had never expected that this small war would have consumed half of China's ammunition reserves. Zhuang Jihua saw Secker's face change, and he took a deep breath and said, "General, we need help."

"Zhuang, but what can I help you?" Seckert frowned and said, "This is not a training problem, it is a national industrial capacity problem."

"Prime Minister Hitler once said that if he was elected president, he would need to reorganize his arms and restore the honor of the German Wehrmacht," Zhuang Jihua did not directly say what he wanted, but started with what Germany needed: "Reorganizing the German team requires a large amount of strategic raw materials, most of which are in the British or French colonies, except for one place--China."

Secker finally began to think seriously. Revitalizing the German team was his lifelong dream, and he could not refuse such temptation. Mrs. Secker looked at her husband and said unhappily: "Zhuang. I am going to start not to welcome you again."

"Madam, I'm sorry, I must ask you for forgiveness," Zhuang Jihua said sincerely: "I know the general's health is not very good, but I have no other way. If you change to my position, I think you can be polite to my behavior."

"But his body can no longer bear the heavy work," said Mrs. Seckert. "Besides, the German government will not agree."

"No, madam, you misunderstood." Zhuang Jihua said: "We are not going to focus on details. The general can let his deputy do these things, such as General Manstein. The general needs to do some strategic things, such as trade between China and Germany, military construction and other issues."

Mrs. Seckert was about to speak, but Seckert frowned faintly. Mrs. Seckert immediately shut up, and she sighed softly and stopped talking.

"Zhuang, with your talent, why didn't the Chairman appointed you to undertake this task?" Seckert asked in confusion. In his opinion, Zhuang Jihua was trained in Germany and had high military talents. He was the best candidate to undertake this job.

"No, general, I can't do it. This job requires a high prestige. I don't have this prestige." Zhuang Jihua said sternly: "You can solve the problem with just one word. If I were to say it, it might take me a month to run, but I might not be able to convince others."

Seckert no longer asked this question. Those who presided over the overall situation must have the prestige to promote policy implementation. This requirement is necessary, and the German team is the same.

"Zhuang, I can accept the invitation from the Chairman, but it must be after the German government agrees. However, I will make a military compilation proposal for the Chairman before leaving China," Seckert said and grinned again: "But you have to accompany me to the army to see."

Zhuang Jihua breathed a sigh of relief: "That's natural, I'm very willing." Then he grimaced Secette: "General, I wrote letters to Prime Minister Hitler and Fatty Go, and I guess they should receive them soon. Do you think they will agree to stay in China?"
Chapter completed!