1698 Real 1698 Let Me Make a Bet with You
The difficult thing about the fact that the eldest prince's lieutenant is not dead is that if he is, it is just an assumption.
Then after the eldest prince returns to the country, he can use this to show the people the Federation's attitude towards this war and the Pengeo Empire, thereby arousing people's even more crazy feelings of revenge!
The most intuitive benefit of mobilizing these emotions is that soldiers will perform more fiercely on the battlefield!
They will fight with a sense of shame and tear apart all the enemies that stand in front of them!
But if he had not died and the eldest prince returned with a cripple, he would not have been able to achieve the purpose of turning his "grief and anger" into strength.
Some people may even doubt the eldest prince's ability because of this!
The Federation people slapped you in the face, and you didn't do anything... just came back?
Isn't this tantamount to submitting to the federation in disguise?
For the Pengeos, they can look death in the face like those fearless warriors on the battlefield.
No matter how many bullets are flying towards them from the opposite side, or whether the planes in the sky are ready to drop bombs on their heads, as long as the charge horn sounds, they will crawl out from the trenches and bunkers, and then shoot towards the enemy. , while charging!
If the eldest prince brings a cripple back, it will obviously hurt some people, and therefore they will be dissatisfied with the eldest prince!
As for the adjutant who has worked for him for many years, he does have his merits, but he is no longer suitable for him.
The eldest prince thought that maybe he could give his family and children some preferential treatment.
And he himself... had better not go back.
But the person who does this cannot be himself, at least he cannot be seen by others.
He needs to push forward in this matter and pass the death of his adjutant to the federals, so that after he returns, even if he has no credit, at least he has no fault!
The eldest prince thought about it all night and had already made a decision. He would find a way to let his lieutenant leave this world forever before leaving.
Just find someone to go to the hospital and kill him, pretending to be an accident, or not pretending at all. Anyway, all he needs is a corpse, not a process.
This time he came to the Federation and gained a lot of knowledge.
He saw the rapid development of federal technology and found some reasons.
Capital has increased its investment in scientific research, and the pursuit of wealth and fame by capitalists and scientists has caused them to cycle between "realizing scientific research results" and "reinvesting in new research after realizing them".
Coupled with the competitiveness among capitals, this makes every large company have a complete R&D team and system behind it.
They continue to rely on scientific progress to make money, and then use the profits to support more advanced research and development. This cycle is invisible to Pengjiao.
This is not to say that Pengeo's capital and capitalists do not do research and development. They actually do research and development, but the intensity of research and development is far less than that of the Federation.
The public has little interest in scientific progress and research.
The core research capabilities are concentrated in the Imperial Research Institute, which is the holy place that all scientific researchers yearn for!
And this also greatly allows scientists' research capabilities to be fully wasted on administrative wrangling issues.
In addition, he also saw the horror of capital.
From top to bottom, from inside to outside, the Federation is like an ugly monster with black blood called capital overflowing from its veins and pores!
No one respects power here, people actually believe in this nonsense that everyone is equal!
What’s even more frightening is that capital, something that should be controlled by politics, is above political power!
They control the election. From the mayor to the president, the capitalists have the final say on who wins the election!
This made him feel terrible!
There are also some voices in Pengeo's country, which believe that capital should be given greater space.
The social mechanism of the Federation has guided the future development direction of many countries, and these people in power believe that as long as they firmly hold military power, even if the capitalists expand, they will not shake the foundation of the empire.
The rapid development of all aspects of society brought about by the expansion of capital is also extremely beneficial to the entire Penjiao Empire!
This ancient and huge empire cannot continue like this forever, it must radiate new vitality!
And this war is precisely the best opportunity, an opportunity to change the existing imperial system!
Once they capture Gefra, the wealth plundered from Gefra can greatly ease the current backlog of contradictions and conflicts between various classes in society.
The emperor can then free his hands and try to reform.
In fact, the fanaticism of the Pengeo Empire is also a manifestation of the deep backlog of internal social contradictions.
The more fanatical they are, the more problems there are within the Pengeo Empire!
The eldest prince also believed that it was meaningful to give more space to capital, but now, during his time in the Federation, he realized that it was best not to do this. At least not until you find a new path!
It will get out of control!
He thought about the past, present, and future, and fell asleep troubled and thoughtful.
The night was so deep that even the moon was hiding.
In the next few days, the eldest prince accelerated the negotiations. The war had restarted, and it was time for him to go back.
Just as he, Mr. President, and other members of the World Development Council were signing multiple agreements, there was a knock on the door of the ward where the adjutant was located.
He was stunned for a moment and turned off the TV.
TV has become his most important "partner" these days. Just watching TV can make him forget all pain and don't have to think about the future.
TV is really a magical thing, no, I should say the programs on it are magical.
At first, he just wanted to relieve his depression, but as he watched... he fell into it!
At this time, he withdrew his eyes from the extinguished figure of the eldest prince and looked at the door of the ward, "Please come in..."
Knocking on the door, it shouldn't be nurses or doctors. Those people are not so disciplined.
After they knock on the door twice, they will open the door directly and come in. This must be a visitor.
Who is it?
The eldest prince’s people?
Or other colleagues?
He didn't know, and he was also very nervous because no one had come to see him until now, as if he had never existed in the mission!
The door opened, and the person outside was not anyone he knew, but he looked familiar.
After looking at it for a while, his expression became less good-looking. He struggled to sit up, but the pain stopped him.
"Don't move, sir." Lynch walked in from outside, "I take the liberty of interrupting you without communicating with you, but I believe this is a meaningful conversation."
He casually walked to the bedside and was about to continue the operation, but he saw the ivory prosthesis placed by the wall and went over to take it over.
"Don't you like it?" Lynch held the ivory prosthesis, which was a little heavy but felt good in the hand.
The material of the ivory has been processed, and it is also very "fresh". It is not like some old ivory that has not been well preserved due to its age. The entire bone is white, blistered, and can be peeled off layer by layer.
This prosthetic leg is well made, perfect and feels very comfortable.
The adjutant didn't speak, just remained silent. He found that he was not as angry as he was at the beginning.
He even tried wearing it during the past few days.
But because the wound had not fully healed, he finally gave up.
Doctors told him he would have to wait until next year before he could wear the prosthesis.
Putting too much pressure on the wound before this can cause other problems.
Some chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind. He lowered his head and said nothing.
Lynch smiled and put the prosthetic leg on his cabinet, then crossed his legs and started chatting with him.
"You know, when I came here, I found several suspicious people. They were staring at this room and you."
"But it seems that your Royal Highness has never been here. What do you think their purpose is for staring at you?"
There was a slight emotional change in the adjutant's heart, and then he realized that it was Lin Qi who was trying to instigate a relationship between him and His Royal Highness.
He was a little disdainful, a little contemptuous, "I won't fall into your trap, don't think about what you can convince me!"
Lynch was still smiling, with no expression of shame at all. He was always able to maintain a stable mentality.
He nodded, "Yes, if before this, what you said may be true, but what about after this?"
"They saw me come here, chat with you for half an hour, and then I left with a smile. Do you think they would think that there was no agreement between you and me?"
What Lynch said made him stunned for a moment, and then he reached out and grabbed the phone, which was what he asked for.
He wanted to call His Highness the First Prince or others and tell them that Lynch was here.
But Lynch's next words made his hand stop in mid-air.
"I came half an hour ago."
If he had not said this, the adjutant would have thought that the call was useful, because Lynch said that someone was watching outside, combined with the time they recorded Lynch's arrival, the time he called, and Lynch time to leave.
It is clear at a glance who is telling the truth and who is lying.
But...Lin Qi had been here for half an hour before entering here, and he couldn't even explain clearly.
Since nothing happened, why not call Lynch when he first came in?
And now, it's been half an hour, and it's useless to make any calls!
The adjutant's wound started to hurt again, and he even felt like his legs were swollen!
He could feel his two intact legs again. He even moved his ankles and he could feel the movement of his ankles!
But he knew that it was all false and an illusion.
He pursed his lips, his head hurt, and he lowered his cheeks slightly, which made his expression look a bit fierce, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Why not just kill me in the car accident?"
Lynch still had the same expression, "Let me make a bet with you."
"Bet that within three days, someone will come and kill you. Do you believe it?"