If Lin Haifeng hadn't finally returned to his home at the critical moment when the clock was ringing twelve times, he would have gone crazy if he had been sitting on pins and needles for nearly six hours.

When he saw Lin Haifeng's Bullon, he seemed to be afraid that the old friend would disappear soon, and he grabbed one of the old friend's arms with both hands and never let go again. No matter whether Lin Haifeng was using food as a "temptation" or using something else as an excuse, Bullon only believed in one's own truth. If he didn't quickly untie the doubts in his heart, nothing else would be there.

Lin Haifeng, who couldn't resist such "coerciveness" in Boulbron, laughed haha.[]

What? Oh, it turns out that you are so anxious to ask about Ningyuan Peninsula? I really didn't expect that the book was only for the British James to see. Not only did you see it, but you were also confused.

What? Fake newspapers? Fake news?

Bullbron stared at his old friend with blue eyes, first staring at his old friend for a while, then his whole body suddenly became soft and he almost collapsed on the ground.

Thank God, God has eyes!

Boulbron finally smiled happily, and his eyes were filled with moistness, "I understand, you are using false news to prompt the British to have such an illusion that even if your government has begun to declare war on Britain publicly, given the instability in the rear of the north, at least in a short period of time, your government will find it difficult to launch a large-scale action southward."

"It's basically that," Lin Haifeng nodded, and pulled Bulbron to the dining table in the restaurant to sit down. "By the way, in order to make you Lao Bu open your appetite, I brought you two other good news. How about it, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Oh, OK, my dear old friend, don't go around with me anymore," Bullbron, who was sitting opposite Lin Haifeng, leaned forward and almost lay on the dining table, staring at Lin Haifeng with his eyes straight, "I want to hear it all, and I want to hear it at the same time."

"Hahaha... Then I'll just say it one by one..."

So, Lin Haifeng, who was laughing, first spread the first good news in front of Boulbron.

According to the results of multiple consultations between Fu Shanxiang, the Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to France, and the French government, as early as the end of last year, he had been "living" in Kolkata and had been renamed France's Asian fleet. With the strong help of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom government, an indirect radio telegraph contact line was established with their Paris Empire government through the workstation of the Taiping Heavenly Ministry of Interior in Kolkata.

As the war situation became increasingly tight, in January this year, in accordance with the personal instructions of Napoleon III, Luyori simply invited a large number of professionals from the Kolkata workstation of the Taipingtian Ministry of Interior to his Asian fleet and took care of all the communications of his Asian fleet for him.

Just a few days ago, Luyori received another telegram from his Emperor. In view of the suggestions of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom government, he and his fleet should actively cooperate with the future combat operations of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom allies in the Indian Ocean and other waters when necessary.

At the same time, after some extremely serious consideration, Napoleon III forwarded an instruction to Boulbron through a radio telegram contact line established with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Central Government in Beijing.

In this instructional message, Napoleon III gave Bourbron a new mission, that is, as his plenipotentiary representative to Beijing, Bourbron will assume all coordination matters between the French armed forces in Asia and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Allied Forces, and have the right to make decisions on the spot.

Lin Haifeng, who said this, glanced at Liu Xianghe who happened to be at the dining table at this moment.

Liu Xianghe smiled and handed the message she received today to Bulbron's hands.

Boulbron looked at the hostess who had been tight-lipped a few hours ago, and while smiling, he shook his head gently and sighed.

Then Burbron just glanced at the telegram briefly and immediately stared at Lin Haifeng's face, "If I'm not wrong, the next second good news must be the good news from your country's Red Navy in the Pacific?"

"Hahaha, that's right." Lin Haifeng nodded with a smile, "We have received a report from General Luo Dagang. Except for the four light ironclad ships that escaped the net and the three heavy ironclad ships surrender, the main force of the British Far East Fleet commanded by General George Satrus no longer exists."

"That's great!" Bulbron shouted happily, stretching his arms and grabbed two steaming steamed buns mixed with white flour from the small basket that the hostess Liu Xianghe had just brought to the dining table.

In fact, half of these seemingly joyful expressions of Boulbron were acting on occasion.

Yes, Boulbron has been worried about the battle between the Red Navy of the Taiping Kingdom and the British Far East Fleet that is being staged in the Pacific Ocean. However, what Boulbron really worried about is not who wins and who loses at the end of this game.

Because in Boulbron's view, if the Red Navy finally wins, it would be purely an expected thing. After all, he already knew his old friends from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom too well. If he was not sure, how could his old friends be so generous to give it a try with the British?

So, although Bullblo, who was already hungry in his belly, did not put the two big steamed buns with wheat and corn to his mouth, but moved his nose left and right, and kept sniffing the two big steamed buns he was holding in his hands. On the other hand, he seemed to ask quite casually, "General Luo's high seas fleet should not suffer much loss, right?"

It turns out that this is what Bourbron is really worried about.

Lin Haifeng did not rush to answer Bulbron's question, but first reached out to take a bowl of hot soup made of potato shreds handed by his wife Liu Xianghe. After drinking two sips, he smacked his lips comfortably, "Of course, my high seas fleet has no other losses except for the slight injuries of more than 20 Red Navy officers and soldiers and three warships."

"Very good!"

While Boulbron made another cheer, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and bowed left and right, bit his mouth hard on the big steamed buns held in his hands.

"That's good, haha, to be honest, the Red Navy can achieve such a great victory, which is quite beyond our expectations." Lin Haifeng smiled, pointed at the bowl of shredded potato soup in front of Bourbron, and signaled Bourbron to use the soup to press his burp that was choked by two big mouthfuls of steamed buns.
Chapter completed!