"Now Argentina has missile launching aircraft, that is, France's 'super military flag'!"

"But France's standards are independent and unique, and it is difficult to operate..."

"Indeed, there is another problem, that is, we do not have ready-made materials for the cables, connectors, general interfaces, couplers and other equipment that are equipped with 1553b data bus!"

"Let's leave this to the Argentinians. Let them go to the United States to purchase it. You may not be able to solve the batches of guns and ammunition, but it is still no problem to get a few sets of electronic equipment materials. After all, Americans cannot be completely unkind to their younger brothers in the backyard!"

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The black night sky became increasingly intense, and the brilliant galaxy had been hanging high in the air for a long time. The clock's hand was still trampling on his dripping nodes and running towards midnight. However, in the small living room of the Chinese military technology team stationed, Lu Jiadong, Liang Shouye, Hu Qinghua, Song Xiaoxu and others surrounded a small round table.

I was nervously discussing many technical details about the compatibility of missiles and carriers. The messy paper and sloppy handwriting outlined detailed and delicate structures; several cups of cold water and a few bowls of cold noodles have to support the vast blue sky in the future! At this moment, time seems to be stagnant, and at this moment, the whole world seems to be only thinking and specializing in research...

However, in the Rio Grande Air Force Base not far from the Chinese military technical team's base, the suite where General General Lombardo, the Chief of Staff, was another relaxed and luxurious scene. A wide range of exquisite luxury goods were carefully arranged in various parts of the room.

The beautiful oil paintings hang on several blank walls, making the whole house full of noble, luxurious but simple, elegant aristocratic style. The quaint but historically heavy phonograph in a corner of the house conveys a wisp of the beautiful melody of "Blue Danube", which adds a quiet artistic conception to the room.

If a soldier on the front line enters here, he will suddenly feel that this place is not the frontier of the war that is about to break out, it is simply the dream vacation paradise. At this moment, he is sitting on a luxurious sofa, enjoying the melodious music and shaking his hands with pure French brandy, General Lombardo, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, did regard this front-line inspection tour as a leisurely vacation, because the development of the whole situation is all under his control. Although there are some minor twists and turns in it, it seems to be harmless in his opinion:

However, the commander-in-chief of the Cabernets, commander of the South Atlantic War Zone, and Lieutenant General Peron, who was sitting next to him, was not as calm as the Chief of General Staff General Lombardo. Instead, he said angrily to General Lombardo with a hint of irresistible annoyance:

"I really didn't expect Messi to be so stubborn. He even turned a deaf ear to your orders and insisted on carrying out the matter of Chinese missiles to the end. For this reason, he passed you. He asked President Galtieri directly, which was lawless!"

As he said that, Bellon picked up the wine glass in his hand, raised his neck suddenly, and drank the brandy in the glass. His fair face suddenly turned into two clearly visible flushing, making his already hideous cheeks even more dangerous and terrifying:

"But then again, President Galtieri really protects Messi. Not only did he agree with his request, but he also allowed him to be appointed as the chief of staff of the Air Force. It seems that Messi is no longer going to compete with us this time, but is going to show up completely..."

"Isn't this good?" Admiral Lombardo replied lightly.

"Okay?" When Peron heard General Lombardo's words, he suddenly felt a little confused and looked at his boss in confusion:

"Genius, I don't understand why you said yes. You should know that Messi is now the chief of staff of the Air Force. If he performs well in this war, then it will be for you..."

"To me? What to me? Is it a threat?" Before Lieutenant General Veron finished speaking, Lombardo opened his narrow eyes, staring at Veron next to him with sharp eyes as hawkish as he stared at Veron next to him. The question like a gun made Veron speechless, but even if Veron wanted to speak, Lombardo would not give him any chance:

"It's a fantasy. What did he use to threaten me? Is it Galtieri who is already old or the Argentine left-wing person who has been secretly supporting him? So in my opinion, instead of hiding Messi like a poisonous snake behind his back, it's better to let him jump out on his own initiative, so that we don't have to work hard to always guard against him, but use this Battle of the Island to solve all problems once and for all!"

"Messi's idea is obviously the same as us. President Galtieri appointed him as the chief of staff of the Air Force at this time, which obviously leaves a way out for the future. If the air force he led really achieves results in the war, we may be very passive!"

"Get achievements? What are they doing? Are they relying on those weak, short, and only know how to eat? "At this point, Lombardo's face appeared with an unconcealed contemptuous smile and said to Bellon:

"That's not a fantasy, but a complete joke. You have seen these days. What have the Chinese done? They are doing nothing at all! What's more, in this world, have you heard of China's advanced weapons and equipment and emerging technologies? Anyway, I've never heard of it before when I'm so old. It's just a fool like Messi who would buy Chinese junks. If anyone with a normal IQ wouldn't do this!"

After hearing Lombardo's words, Perron nodded silently, but then his eyebrows gradually twisted together, and his expression revealed that he could not wait to be restrained:

"Since that's the case, why don't we defeat Messi now, but wait until the war is over? You must know that this guy has been fighting with us openly and secretly for many years. I think it's better not to delay it if we can resolve it as soon as possible!"

"It's not the time yet!" Admiral Lombardo took a sip of the brandy in the cup, and a sly smile on his face, just like an old fox, with a sleek and smart attitude towards things, and said slowly:

"Just as you said just now, Messi's appointment is enough to show that President Galtiri is reserved for himself. At this time, Messi will inevitably be opposed by the president. Although Galtiri himself knows that the presidential throne will not last long, but with the reputation of occupying the island of Cabernet, Galtiri's popularity is still extremely high at this time, and we do not need to touch his bad temper at this time!

It would be better to let Messi, the clown, hide in the middle of the stage and play. You should know that his props are not high-end goods provided by Americans or French, but are rags given by the Chinese. If these things were not even comparable to ordinary bombs during the war, and they could not even participate in the war, think about how big a storm this batch of nearly 100 million US dollars would cause in China?"

"That's no longer a storm, but a storm that can devour everything!" Peron also reacted very quickly, but his eyes were not surprised when he looked at Lombardo, but endless fear!

"That's right, it's a storm that devours everything. At that time, let alone a small Messi, or Galtieri, the powerful left-wing alliance will die in the devastating storm without a burial place. At that time, I can turn the tide and sit on the throne of president, and you!"

As he said that, Lombardo paused, looked at Veron sitting next to him with a gentle smile, then patted the handrail of the sofa he was sitting on, and continued meaningfully:

"You can just sit here naturally!"

After hearing this, Bellon quickly stood up, excited and even his voice was a little out of tune: "Thank you, General!"

Lombardo raised his hand and signaled Veron to sit down: "That's the thing. If you want to blame, you can only blame Messi for being too stupid. He doesn't look for so many developed military-industrial powers, and insists on looking for China. But then again, we should also thank these Chinese people. At that time, they will be detained for a period of time and let them go. Of course, we must also fight Lieutenant Veron to fight you well in this war with Britain. The greater the victory you win here, the more beneficial it is to our situation. We are serious about the position of the president, but we can also ask for victory!"

"Yes, General, I will do my best to win!"

Lombardo nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and then casually instructed: "Oh, by the way, in the evening, Messi called to apply for a 'Super Military Flag' fighter jet for research. I can't speak for some things, so you can do it then!"

"How can the Navy Aviation be given to the Air Force? Besides, the war is approaching now, and the number of "Super Military Flag" fighter jets is insufficient. If he wants to make trouble, let him use the old antiques of the Air Force to make trouble!"

After hearing Peron's words, Lombardo did not speak, but just smiled sly, and then closed his eyes again, as if he had never said anything, and continued to admire the classical symphony in the phonograph. Seeing this, Lieutenant General Peron quickly stood up and said goodbye to Lieutenant General Lombardo, and left the luxurious room with a soft foot, but the moment he walked out of the room, a cold smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Messi, your good days are coming to an end! All that remains is Lombard, the position of president, hum~~ I am the only one who is suitable..."
Chapter completed!