"Our own plane?" Meisping asked in disbelief: "General Yu is right..."

"Of course not. We worked hard for four years and finally came out," Yu Dawei was very happy and said nothing: "We just went back to participate in the test flight. We produced all the parts and equipment ourselves. However, we can only produce fighter jets, bombers and transport aircraft are not enough."

Yu Dawei's tone was a bit regretful. Bombers were more complicated than fighter jets, and the goals they set were higher at the beginning. Strategic bombers were more difficult than ordinary bombers. Fortunately, there were ready-made drawings in the United States, but they took many detours and failed countless times. Sometimes Yu Dawei wanted to give up strategic bombers and instead produced simpler dive bombers or attackers, but the road to strategic bombers has already gone halfway, and giving up is really hard for him to give up.

"Is this true?" Gao Zongwu was a little shocked. Unexpectedly, he even built a plane in just a few years.

"Of course it's true, can I still lie to you?" Yu Dawei still had a smile on his face.

The plane made a roar, and both of them stopped talking. There was a tremor in the cabin. Then they felt their bodies suddenly lighten, and their fuselage soared into the air and rose to the sky in the cold winter.

More than an hour later, the plane landed at Baishi, Chongqing. Gao Zongwu took the car to pick up Yu Dawei back to the city. According to his wife's letter, he found his home at Shangqing Temple. His sudden return surprised his wife.

"It's so good. Mr. Wang and his wife are just right. Please invite us to celebrate the Lantern Festival." The wife looked excited: "You are back, and we'll go there together."

Gao Zongwu smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "You, can I go to the banquet like this?"

From the plane to the car, he was covered in dust. Although he couldn't see much dust, he felt very unclean. His wife knew his temper and quickly asked the servant to get water for him to wash it. She also put it on a suit for him to put it on. Chen Bijun didn't like the robe and thought it was a representative of backwardness, so most of the people who went to his house were wearing suits, except for a few Kuomintang veterans.

Gao Zongwu arrived too late, and Wang Jingwei's house had not started yet. However, there were more than a dozen guests, and a few children were playing in the yard.

"Zongwu, come and I will introduce you. Let me introduce this. This is Li Zhilong, the captain of the Southwest Development Team, and Jiang Jingguo, the deputy captain." Wang Jingwei also introduced these people, the others, such as Mei Siping, Zeng Zhongming, and Yang Yongtai, are familiar to Gao Zongwu.

Gao Zongwu was a little curious about Chiang Ching-kuo. The prince had been back to China for two years and had been in Chongqing for half a year, but he was still unknown. At the beginning of this year, a big news suddenly emerged. He wanted to deal with the opium gamble in Chongqing and target the powerful faction in Sichuan.

Chiang Ching-kuo looked quite honest, with thick lips, very short hair, small glasses, not handsome at all, but you can still find some of Chiang Kai-shek's shadow.

Li Zhilong is another person he is interested in. This person who has always been hiding behind Zhuang Jihua, and it turns out that almost no one knows him. But since Zhuang Jihua came to the front line, he suddenly emerged and steadily controlled the power of Southwest Development. He also served as the deputy mayor of Chongqing's capital.

Gao Zongwu was about to talk to Yu and the others, and there was a vague sound of gongs and drums outside. The children playing in the yard shouted and rowed dragon boats. The screams alarmed the adults in the living room. Everyone rushed over to see that the dragon boat race was being held on the Jialing River below.

The Lantern Festival is a lively festival, not to mention that in the atmosphere of great victory, dragon boats were rowed on the Jialing River. From Wang Jingwei's residence, you can see the process of dragon boat racing at a glance. There are gongs and drums on the river, and seven or eight dragon boats are rushing toward Chaotianmen along the river.

"Dragon Boat on the Dragon Boat in the Dragon Boat, I didn't expect that the Lantern Festival in Chongqing was also paddling." Chen Bijun covered his mouth and smiled.

"In the past, Chongqing was also the Dragon Boat Festival, but this year was special and it won consecutive victories. The people of Chongqing were happy for their children." Yang Yongtai explained with a smile.

"Actually, this has another meaning," Li Zhilong interrupted in a low voice: "In the past, there were many death notices after the great victory. Although this time has not been delivered, I don't know how many of them are. The villagers from all over the country all think that they should make trouble, exorcise ghosts and comfort the heroes who died in battle."

Li Zhilong's words suddenly made the atmosphere a little heavy. After a long time, Wang Jingwei said: "Yes, one general's success has been undone. Under the glory of victory is the blood of many soldiers. In the field, I think it is better to negotiate peacefully, and the people of both countries can avoid the pain of losing their loved ones."

"Sir, peace talks are not impossible, but peace talks must be negotiated according to our conditions, with the primary condition not to damage our sovereignty, otherwise everything will be free of negotiations." Li Zhilong turned his head and said seriously. Since Zhuang Jihua said hello, Li Zhilong has reduced his interactions with Wang Jingwei, but it is impossible to have no interactions at all. After all, the other party is the vice president of the Kuomintang and the president of the National Political Consultative Conference, but in private Li Zhilong tried not to interact with him. If Chiang Jingguo had not come today, he would never have come. But even so, Wang Jingwei has mentioned peace negotiations in front of him several times.

"Captain Li," Meisping took Li Zhilong's words and said: "Will the Japanese agree to it according to our conditions? We are defeated step by step and lost our troops and land. Why should people accept such conditions?"

"Then let's fight until they accept such conditions." Chiang Ching-kuo also interrupted: "The Chairman talked about the three conditions for peace between China and Japan. I think these are the basic conditions and cannot be trampled on."

When he was in Guangzhou, Chiang Ching-kuo was still young and did not participate in many high-level struggles. His passion drove him to the Soviet Union to go to Russia. Unexpectedly, the Soviet Union was not the paradise he imagined. After suffering for a few years, his personality became a little calmer, but it was not smooth enough in Yang Yongtai's eyes. For example, when I interrupted just now, who doesn't know your identity and talks to Chiang Kai-shek, people will only think that you are speaking for your father.

Who knew that Mesping didn't care about Chiang Ching-kuo's identity at all. He just glanced at Chiang Ching-kuo and retorted: "The conditions can be changed, otherwise what else can we talk about? The essence of diplomacy is to seek compromise. If the two sides compromise to a certain extent, the problem will be solved. There is nothing in this world that cannot be compromised."

"There must be a bottom line to compromise," Yang Yongtai took over the topic slowly: "I thought we could not win, but now it seems that we can defeat the Japanese. Nanjing eliminated 100,000 Japanese, Xuzhou 120,000, and Yucheng counterattacked 300,000. We have eliminated more than 500,000 Japanese. These victories tell us that we can defeat the Japanese. Yes, we have lost a lot of places, but these places were not for nothing. Japan's attack momentum is almost over. News from the front line shows that many Japanese soldiers are recruits who have just joined the army, some are even sixteen or seventeen years old. What does this mean? It means that Japan's power is almost exhausted."

"This is probably a rumor," Zeng Zhongming was a little disbelief, and then said in a contemptuous tone: "Mayor Yang, we have taken advantage of Yucheng, but in fact the Japanese have also achieved their strategic goals. Hasn't the Jinpu Road been opened? Zhuang Wenjie will lose important cities every time he wins a battle. I really don't know whether these victories are real or fake."

"We don't have to say whether it is true or false. The Times and Washington have war correspondents on the front line. Their reports should be true." Li Zhilong retorted coldly.

"Those British and American journalists also spoke in vernacular terms, what Moses, if he was Moses, what was the Prime Minister and what was the Chairman?" Zeng Zhongming sneered.

When he heard this, Li Zhilong even stood up. This report was not reproduced in Chongqing, but it did not mean that he did not know the report. He was so scared that he discussed with Zhang Jingjiang. Zhang Jingjiang was also extremely anxious, but there was no way. The influence had come out and no one could save it. Finally, Yu Qiaqing came up with an idea and asked Mei Youlan to write a series of reports, specifically praising Chiang Kai-shek and publishing it in the Central Daily News. No one knows whether this can save the situation.

Today Zeng Zhongming raised this matter again, and Li Zhilong's face sank: "What the reporter said is a bit too much. This is a fact, but some basic things can be seen, that is, Western journalists also admitted that in Yucheng, the Zhong** team won. Does Secretary Zeng think it is unreasonable and must think that failure is reasonable?"

Every time Li Zhilong came here, he would argue with Zeng Zhongming. After Li Zhilong did not come, Zeng Zhongming looked down on him even more and thought he was a person who was trying to change his mind. Wang Jingwei appreciated him so much, but he fell to Chiang Kai-shek's feet. Therefore, the two of them were verbal and verbal, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

In the past, Wang Jingwei was mediating when they fought, but this time Wang Jingwei did not speak up, just looked at them with a smile.

"Of course not," Zeng Zhongming said: "I just wondered, even if we can win in the end, how much price we have to pay. If we can achieve reconciliation between the two countries in a peaceful way, how many families can be relieved of pain and less blood. If that is the case, why can't we seek peace? Choosing war seems brave, but I think those who choose peace are braver. Only those with big hearts and courage have the courage to choose this path."

Li Zhilong snorted coldly and counterattacked unceremoniously: "I do not oppose peace, but peace should have a bottom line. We cannot be exchanged for humiliation, national sovereignty, and national **. Today, the war initiated by the Japanese is to destroy our race and destroy our country. Can such conditions be agreed? If all such conditions can be agreed, what is the difference between the National Government and the corrupt Qing government?"
Chapter completed!