Read Novel Full Chapter 623: It’s her, it’s her, it’s definitely her!
Chapter 623: It’s her, it’s her, it’s definitely her!
Those who actively seek peace talks need to show they’re willing to negotiate. The Americans are the perfect example of being all talk and no action.
They’ve been caught red-handed, yet they still refuse to admit it.
The world’s falling apart, and who’s going to keep tolerating that kind of attitude?
The aircraft carrier captain responded, “Hey, our aircraft carrier has great performance and sufficient range. You arrived so late, was it due to a mid-trip malfunction?”
This isn’t a joke. The carrier sent by the southern military was launched just six months before the disaster.
Meanwhile, the American carrier was launched ten years ago, and it’s pretty much an old relic by now.
They both know their stuff, but the Americans are fuming.
Tch, what a cocky rabbit, not even a bit charming.
The peace talks were scheduled aboard the Fengcheng Destroyer, with both sides’ aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines retreating 30 nautical miles.
The American representatives arrived by speedboat.
The wind at sea was strong, messing up their hair, looking like a bird’s nest. It took a while for them to tidy up.
After confirming neither side was carrying weapons, both sides entered the meeting room with serious expressions.
The Americans spoke first, immediately protesting, “You shot down three of our jets.”
The military defense secretary calmly responded, “Your three-armed aircraft entered our territory and attempted to carry out an airstrike on our land. To protect our citizens, the military has the right to shoot them down.”
“I didn’t do it, we didn’t do anything.”
“You did. You definitely did.”
Jiang Ning was dumbfounded, “…”?
Isn’t this supposed to be a serious military negotiation? Did something unprofessional just take over the room?
The Americans protested angrily, “Which of your eyes saw that we were carrying live ammunition?”
They would’ve liked to load their planes, but their ammo ship got sunk in an ocean storm.
“Sorry, both of my eyes saw it.”
“And the ammunition? Where is it!”
“We all saw it. If you want to prove it wasn’t loaded, go ahead and salvage it from the bottom of the sea.”
The Americans, getting more agitated, said, “Fine, we’ll salvage it.”
The military defense department reminded them, “Please respect territorial waters. No other nations or sovereign bodies are allowed to enter, or we’ll consider it an act of hostile invasion.”
This single issue dragged on for an hour, more ridiculous than a childish argument. It felt like they both wanted to kill each other but were desperately trying to keep polite smiles and use civilized language.
Jiang Ning’s ears were buzzing, and she almost wanted to slap someone.
With no resolution in sight, they moved on to why the Americans attacked out of the blue.
At this point, the Americans stood up in fury, pointing at Jiang Ning, “You shameless thieves, you destroyed our United Base in the Arctic, burned our oil fields in the New Continent, and killed our soldiers…”
FUCK!
Forget about territorial rights, it’s these damn Chinese who don’t follow the rules.
All eyes turned to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning was completely confused, “What?”
The Americans angrily accused again, demanding that she pay the price and return what belonged to them in its original condition.
Jiang Ning laughed in frustration, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Thinking of the weapons and supplies taken by the traitors—all of which had ended up in Fengcheng’s hands—the Americans were seething. “We found the Arctic base, and the Russians have confessed. Don’t try to lie.”
It’s her, it’s her, it’s definitely her!
Jiang Ning stayed calm. “There’s an old saying in China: When catching an adulterer, catch both; when catching a thief, catch the thief with the goods. Don’t go around making baseless accusations.”
“It’s easy to get evidence; we can search inside.”
“Enough!” Commander Xiao’s face darkened. “You’re the ones pushing for this peace talk. If you want to negotiate, show some sincerity. If you keep messing around, there’s no need to continue these talks.”
The Americans threw out a pile of photos: burned oil fields, discarded bullet shells at the scene, the site where the Fire Seed Container was dug up, two armored vehicles driving through the desert, and close-up shots of Jiang Ning and others.
The armored vehicles, bullet shells, and military uniforms all had special markings, and coincidentally, the ship carrying this batch of military supplies belonged to the defected unit.
If it were just weapons, that’d be one thing, but what really enraged the Americans was that the hibernating chambers had also mysteriously disappeared.
That’s what they really wanted!
Only by retrieving the hibernating chambers could they bring the animals back to life.
Once the food chain was restored, survival issues could be solved.
Fearing Fengcheng would deny everything, the Americans tossed out another stack of photos.
This time, they were from Jiang Ning’s farm, full of healthy, lively poultry.
With solid proof like this, let’s see how she’ll deny it!
Jiang Ning picked a few photos and waved the so-called “clear shot” in front of them. “Open your eyes and look carefully. Is this me?”
It was indeed her, but it was done using Eastern dark arts.
This was definitely an American soldier, and looked nothing like Jiang Ning.
“You… you disguised yourself.”
“Shut up. I could say you’re disguised as a deranged person,” Jiang Ning retorted, tossing the second photo aside. “Let me teach you something. This chicken is a Sanhuang chicken, a native breed of China with a history of over a thousand years. Its name was given by the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. When did it become your chicken?”
The Americans didn’t care much about chicken breeds, but they knew the hibernating chambers tech was exclusive to them. Any living animal must be theirs.
The ducks were Dayu ducks, and the geese were Wuzong geese, common poultry in southern China with no ties to the Americans.
They had no chance of framing her!
As for the oil fields and other claims, it was all nonsense. Jiang Ning and the others had never been there, and it was an outright setup.
In short, she spent every day at home farming, and the entire Fengcheng could vouch for that.
They had seen shameless people before, but none more shameless than this. The Americans were so enraged they nearly vomited blood on the spot.
The talks dragged on from noon until six in the evening, with no progress.
As they were leaving, Commander Xiao gave a look of disdain, signaling that if they wanted to negotiate, they could—but if it came to a fight, they were ready.
Military negotiations weren’t like diplomatic meetings; you couldn’t settle everything in one round.
A few days was quick, a few months was common, and even negotiations lasting three to five years weren’t unheard of.
Take it slow, and let’s see who can outlast the other!
The first military meeting ended without agreement but tomorrow would be another day of talks.
It wasn’t that there was no outcome—it was actually quite productive.
All the verbal sparring showed that the Americans were uncertain.
After over ten years of natural disasters, they still thought they were the same Americans from before, and Fengcheng was still the old China, which made them act all high and mighty.
But that didn’t matter.
True strength was what made the real winners.
The Americans were now cornered, and it wasn’t just about fighting. Even just isolating them for three to five months could be enough.
With such a big show of force, and with their base left empty for so long, could the Russians take advantage of the situation?
If their headquarters was taken by the Russians, could they ever get back?
So, Fengcheng, with all the advantages of time, place, and people, wasn’t in a hurry.
After dinner, the team sat down to review today’s talks and plan for tomorrow’s follow-up.
There were no gains without effort. The Americans knew very well that Fengcheng wasn’t weak, but they still made such a big show—they must be after something…