GBP Chapter 534: The era of the Nanyang United States and Zhang Chi begins
Chapter 534: The era of the Nanyang United States and Zhang Chi begins
Ivanov had other plans in mind.
The appearance of the "Kunpeng", which is somewhat similar to its own An-2 transport aircraft, made him see a Nanyang that was not completely dependent on the White Eagle, but was trying to build its own industrial system.
This shows that Zhang Chi has a strong desire to develop independently.
This is exactly what the Russian Bear wants - a South China Sea that does not completely turn to the White Eagle is a good South China Sea.
Civil aviation cooperation? Although Russia itself is not well-off, perhaps it can find a breakthrough in some basic aviation technologies, or even in primary trainer aircraft?
Ivanov secretly made a note that after returning home, he must immediately propose to study the possibility of limited technology exports or cooperation in the field of civil aviation in Southeast Asia, using this as a wedge to expand the influence of the Russian Bear.
Another area is tourism. It would be great if a few sanatoriums that could accommodate the citizens of Russia could be established in Southeast Asia. The warm climate and blue sea here are much more suitable for vacation and relaxation than Russia's high-latitude homeland.
Standing behind Zhang Chi, the faces of several soldiers wearing the standard military uniforms of the Republic of China changed color.
"So many planes, and they are all capable of fighting." The voices of the Yunnan representatives changed with envy.
The Yunnan Army also had a few old planes, but compared with the modern fleet that covered the sky before them, they were like toys.
The Guangxi clique's staff stared intently at the low-flying dive bombers in the sky and muttered, "They have air superiority, heavy artillery, maneuvers, and armor... This Nanyang National Defense Army is even more luxurious than the Japanese Type A Division!"
The scene of the Guangxi clique's proud mountain infantry being reduced to dust under the enemy's air-to-ground firepower attack emerged in his mind, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
The intelligence officer of the Military Control Commission was pale as a cadaver, and his fingers were trembling as he took notes.
The task he received was to assess the strength of Nanyang. Everything he saw before him was beyond the limits of his imagination.
This is by no means the kind of local warlord that was common in the past in the Republic of China, who could become king just by having guns. This is the prototype of a terrifying military power with a complete modern war machine.
In particular, Nanyang has begun to manufacture aircraft on its own, although they are only light transport aircraft. However, during the golden decade of the Republic of China, nothing with a little bit of technical content was produced!
The final chapter of the military parade belongs to the general public.
The roar of the engine resounded throughout the square again, but this time it was not the heavy tracks, but the light and diverse rubber wheels.
A huge column of cars and militia began to pass through the venue.
Countless militia soldiers drove various types of vehicles produced in Nanyang, including the flexible and maneuverable domestically produced Harley military motorcycles, the sturdy and durable "Lynx" all-terrain vehicles, the Nanyang version of the Willys Jeep, and several domestically produced light trucks with different load capacities.
They came from every corner of the Nanyang Republic, wearing distinctive costumes of their respective ethnic groups and holding different weapons.
Among them are young faces with childishness and clear and determined eyes. There are also many veterans with obvious injuries, missing limbs and scars on their faces. They sit upright in the car, with a fire burning in their eyes that is hotter than that of young people. That is the belief in protecting their homeland after being tempered by the fire of war.
Although their equipment is not as sophisticated and uniform as that of the regular army, the magnificent momentum of unity, solidarity and defending the country is purer and more shocking.
The torrent of vehicles rolled forward, and the militiamen on board, speaking Mandarin with accents from all over the country, combined their shouts into a tsunami-like roar that resounded through the sky:
"Long live Nanyang!"
"Long live the Great Commander!"
The sound wave was like an invisible tsunami, sweeping across the entire square.
Many spectators could clearly feel the terrifying national cohesion and the almost fanatical personal worship and support for Zhang Chi behind this force.
This kind of heartfelt support, this kind of momentum of everyone mobilizing as a soldier and sharing the same hatred for the enemy, can never be conquered by mere force.
The military parade ended with prolonged cheers, but the crowd in the square was still excited.
Zhang Chi strode to the front of the viewing platform again.
The sunlight shone on his body, giving him a golden glow.
He faced the countless pairs of eyes filled with tears and fanatical admiration below, and the representatives from various countries with complicated expressions and their own thoughts, and took a deep breath.
His voice, through the loudspeaker, carried a sense of epoch-making pride, announcing the advent of a new era:
“My fellow countrymen, today, we—stood up.”
"From today on, no force can make the people of Nanyang bow their heads again. No powerful nation can stop us from pursuing prosperity and defending our dignity."
His eyes swept across the boiling crowd, across the pale-faced representatives of the Republic of China, and finally, with a meaningful glance at Marshall and Ivanov, whose eyes were deep, his voice became even more sonorous and powerful:
"We will use our diligent hands to build our beautiful home. We will use science and technology and wisdom to build a bridge to prosperity. We will use our iron will to safeguard the hard-earned freedom and peace."
"Long live the United States of Southeast Asia!"
"Freedom and dignity—long live!"
"Long live!!!"
"Long live!!!"
"Long live the Commander-in-Chief!!!"
The whole of Yangon, the whole of Southeast Asia, was completely boiling with excitement amidst these earth-shaking shouts.
A new era, an era belonging to the United States of Southeast Asia and relaxation, an era interwoven with steely ambitions and a brand new chess game between great powers, has officially opened its magnificent curtain at this moment.
In the sky, the "Kunpeng" fleet lightly flew over the cheering city, as if carrying this new country towards a future full of infinite possibilities.
On the viewing platform, Marshall's face was more serious than ever.
Nanyang is no longer a pawn, but an independent force that must be taken extremely seriously and even needs to be repositioned.
He must immediately issue a warning to the White House, and the cooperation and game with Zhang Chi will become more complicated.
Deep in Ivanov's gray-blue eyes burned a strong sense of vigilance.
The industrial strength and military power demonstrated by Nanyang, especially radar and heavy artillery, can already pose a potential threat to the interests of the Russian Bear in the Far East.
The danger posed by Zhang Chi, the powerful leader of the non-red camp, is increasing rapidly.
To win over? Or to contain? The Kremlin needs to make a decision quickly.
However, in Ivanov's view, there is actually only one answer, and that is to win over.
Apart from anything else, Nanyang currently controls the Red Camp's only natural rubber purchasing channel. If Nanyang and White Eagle jointly blockade the Russian Bear, the Russian Bear will not even be able to produce car tires.
The Persian princess's plump chest heaved violently, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.
That torrent of steel, that unanimous cry of the people, that man standing at the pinnacle of power, seemingly commanding the world...
It all dazzled her.
Strong! This is the real strong!
The look she gave Zhang Chi was filled with undisguised obsession and possessiveness.
Extend the visit? No, perhaps we should find a more thorough way to use an heir to tie the Pahlavi family and Southeast Asia more closely together...
The representatives of the Republic of China all sighed.
"I really want it...I really want it..."
At this point, whether they represent the local warlord forces or the high-ranking White Party members in the mountain city, they all realize that they can only be friendly with Nanyang and must not have any unreasonable expectations!
Afterwards, the float parade organized spontaneously by the people began. Zhang Chi apologized and left first with his fiancée.
The Russian representative Ivanov wanted to say something, but was stopped by Marshall, who started chatting about family matters, so he had to give up.
At this moment, both of them had only one thought in their minds: I was here first, it was obviously me who came first, don’t grab it!