Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 180: Ciano's Conversation

"I want to beat you up even more, you bastard! You're just like Leo, full of bad intentions!" Malawi rolled his eyes at Vasir. What kind of place is this? This is the highest-level cocktail party in the empire. Even if he is a lieutenant general and has a marshal father, he will not have a good ending, not to mention that he is the foreign minister of an ally. Is he looking for death?

"Mr. Ciano, there is enough beer to satisfy your appetite today! I have to say, you look very different now!" Leo stretched out his hand to the bald man and shook hands with the astonished Foreign Minister of the Itli Kingdom, the tumbler of Roman politics.

"General, have we met before? Someone as unique as you. I should have an impression of you!" Ziano asked in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Ciano, I once visited the Mediterranean with the fleet and met you at that time." Leo withdrew his right hand without leaving a trace. Ciano had been holding his hand tightly, and his sweat was almost soaking his sleeves.

Leo continued, "That was in 1904. We had just taught the Flemish people a lesson and then visited the Mediterranean countries. It was you who received us in the Kingdom of Itli! At that time, you were still full of energy, unlike now..."

"Haha, let's not talk about that!" Ziano scratched his scalp with his hands, smiled awkwardly, and unconsciously changed the subject. "General, what were you talking about just now? I heard something worth tens of millions of gold marks? What is so expensive?"

Nicolas reacted quickly. He saw Leo winking at him, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, and an explanation came out of his mouth.

"Dear Mr. Ciano, that is a new large light cruiser submitted by our country's design department. We are discussing its future service prospects!"

Every diplomat has a keen sense of smell. Ziano kept Nicolas' words in mind. As for whether it would be spread, that was not something Leo and others had to worry about. The wider it spread, the better, so as to have an impact on the navies of other countries. Since the launch of the first dreadnought of the Drake Empire, every step of the development of the Drake Navy has been continuously studied and imitated by interested countries around the world.

On the dance floor, the famous submarine wolf Mehus-Weisel and the submarine king Doyle-Dunney met each other in a narrow road.

The sinking of the battleship HMS Vengeance led to the promotion of Mehus-Weaver to lieutenant commander, but with the presence of Doyle Dunney, the position of commander of the submarine command had not yet been determined.

Major Berg-Merry, who returned from the Ottoman Empire, became a lieutenant colonel in the Imperial Navy for helping the Ottomans defeat the Russian Black Sea Fleet. He was on a short vacation and was just qualified to attend this cocktail party.

As for Captain Terry-Sha, as the first person in the Drake Empire aircraft to successfully attack the enemy's capital ship and kill a colonel and two gunners on Talen, his deeds were widely spread. Unfortunately, people felt more sorry for the three people who died under his grenade. How could they be so unlucky! After the war, Terry-Sha was promoted to captain in the navy and became the commander of the first aircraft carrier flight squadron.

Stimulated by alcohol and music, the young officers danced a graceful waltz with their partners.

Lieutenant Colonel Mehus, who was married but still had amorous feelings, was eager to go to the dance floor to look for a beautiful lady. With his super vision that could distinguish enemy ships, Mehus quickly noticed a girl in green with a good figure and face. At this time, the girl pouted and looked around the dance floor for something, and it seemed that she was about to come near Mehus.

Mehus planned to approach her in the name of helping her, and put on what he thought was his coolest expression in advance.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?" A voice came from near Mehus. Mehus turned around to look, but didn't see anyone.

"Sir, I'm here!" Mehus felt his sleeves sinking, and when he looked down, he saw a young officer with the rank of captain and a wretched face squatting beside him.

"What are you going to do?" Mehus frowned. He hated people who were better looking than him, except for the general he respected.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, please, just say that Terry Xia went outside! Please, please!" Terry Xia clasped his hands together, then quietly chose a direction to escape.

"Uh, does he think he is very handsome?" Mehus looked at Terry disappearing with displeasure. There was a list in the platinum girl circle, which listed the people they most wanted to marry. Unfortunately, Mehus was not on the list, while Terry-Xia was in the top ten, not much worse than Leo.

In Platinum, gossipers called Mehus-Weisel, Doyle-Dunney, Terry-Shah and Berger-Merry the new four gladiators of the Ocean Fleet. Compared to Berger, who was relatively low-key in his service in the Ottoman Empire, and Mehus, who was rough and impulsive, the girls in Platinum preferred the handsome Terry-Shah and Doyle-Dunney. Maybe this was also the reason why Mehus and Doyle-Dunney didn't get along.

"Beautiful lady, do you need any help?" Mehus stopped the girl in green and asked in a soft voice.

"Where did this gorilla come from? Get out of the way! I'm looking for Terry, but he's hiding from me!" The girl looked Mehus up and down, and the moment she spoke, she made Mehus angry to death.

"You-you, I call this heroic and majestic!" Mehus argued, somewhat incomparably.

"Tsk!" The girl pursed her lips, ignored Mehus, and shouted loudly. "Terry, you can't escape from my palm, I will catch you soon!"

The sound was so loud that people looked at him sideways. Mehus didn't dare to continue to provoke the girl. The excitement on the dance floor did not disturb the boring small talk between Leo and Ziano. After more than ten minutes of meaningless social preparation, Ziano, the bald man, finally started to show his sword.

"General Leo, as the most outstanding strategist of the Drake Empire Navy today, I wonder what you think about the situation in the Mediterranean?" Ziano looked at Leo with a smile, looking forward to his response.

"After many defeats, when the Grand Fleet no longer has all the strength it needs to win, the Tarens can only choose to withdraw warships from colonies around the world to provide support in order to ensure their safety. The Taren fleet stationed in the Mediterranean will inevitably be weakened; the Rokshasas have always been opposed to Horchukis' attack on the Ottomans. From this point of view, the Rokshasas are rarely wise; and the Franconian Republic only cares about when our army can be driven out of the country. When the Taren Navy is ordered to return to support the mainland, the Allied Powers' more than 100,000 ground forces fighting in the Mediterranean will lose strong support!" Leo analyzed the situation in the Mediterranean in detail.

"Oh? Then aren't we in a good situation?" Ziano said with a smile.

"Of course! Let us congratulate our allies the Ottomans in advance for winning the war in advance!" Leo said, raising his glass and inviting Ziano to toast.