Chapter 692 Family members are emotionally stable

"We still have to be on guard. The British troops near Oman must not cross Kuwait and head north. No need to use mines. Let the submarines in the Persian Gulf meet more often." Sheffield signaled to the head of the bodyguards, "The Mesopotamian region cannot become the main battlefield between the Allies and the Ottoman Empire. If we have to fight, we should fight in Syria."

Sheffield would not allow the British army to invade the Ottoman Empire from the Persian Gulf, because this would be a serious dereliction of duty for him. Wasn't the reason why Constantinople made Kuwait its territory to check and balance Britain?

According to the time, in the Middle East battlefield, the Mesopotamian campaign was in full swing during the same period of history, with 160,000 British and Indian troops fighting the Ottoman army around Baghdad. Now, due to the existence of slave owners, this battle did not occur!

This was a good thing for the British, Sheffield thought, because the British-Indian coalition lost the Mesopotamian campaign. Sheffield's Christian militia blocked the Persian Gulf and helped the British avoid this battle.

Just a few days after Enver Pasha's failed adventure in the Caucasus, Sheffield received a new assignment. "Form the Ottoman Eighth Army with Kuwaiti militia as the main force?" Sheffield looked at the telegram and thought for a while. "Promise Enver Pasha to reorganize immediately and let John Connor and Brown accept the positions in Constantinople. There is no need to send telegrams to ask for everything, as long as it does not involve the issue of loyalty. I am more than 10,000 miles away and it is impossible for me to make a judgment on the local situation. Anyway, the general framework is always there, so it's fine."

In the city of Basra, John Connor and his companion, who had transformed themselves from managers of the Black Gold Company into Ottoman generals, entered a magnificent building. A Southern Cross flag in front of the building indicated the ownership of the place.

"If there were no distinction, I would have wanted to learn from the Arabs and wear a headscarf or something. Just like what the boss said, the locals' attire is more suitable for the climate here." After entering the building, Brown said as he walked, "The military supplies have been delivered to Baghdad. The 48 sealed 210mm howitzers were handed over to the Ottoman Empire. I wonder what they are going to do next."

"Ibrahim Pasha, General Ghoze." John Connor walked into a room and greeted two men who were already sitting there. The former was the commander of the Ottoman Sixth Army, and the latter was the German adviser to the Sixth Army.

"Commanders, the Eighth Corps controls the Persian Gulf, which is why the British troops in Oman dare not act rashly." Ibrahim Pasha greeted with a smile, "William Pasha's huge reserves of food and ammunition in Kuwait have solved many of our problems."

"Our boss has good relations with many German companies and has the production license for the Mauser rifle. It's great that we can use it universally." John Connor nodded and said, "Our Eighth Army will not allow the British army to pass through the defense area. The boss's attitude towards invading the rich Mesopotamia has not changed. He is even willing to guarantee it with the reputation of the United Company."

"But we can't do more. In the war on the northern front, we are under the command of Christian militias. When facing the Russian army, there is a risk of mutiny." Brown added, "I believe you two should understand this. We will ensure that the transportation lines are unobstructed. I hope the Third Army will recover its strength soon."

"That's the truth. You two are very frank." Gauze said with a straight face, "The British-Indian coalition forces and the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps near Egypt are increasing in number. It seems that they want to take action."

"Our boss also meant that. The German army on the Western Front in Europe is powerful. If the Allies want to break the deadlock, they may choose to start in Asia, far away from the battlefield." John Connor nodded. "If we can make progress in Asia, it will give Imperial Russia some breathing space."

"It's a pity that Mr. Sheffield doesn't join the General Staff," General Gauze lamented.

"Our boss prefers to do business. He got involved in the war by accident. The main purpose is to ensure the safety of Christians in the Middle East and to create an environment that is not affected by the war. Ibrahim Pasha, General Ghoze, at this stage we can only ensure that we remain vigilant against the British troops stationed in Oman. Once any Allied troops use Oman as a base to move north, they will be intercepted by us. You can rest assured about this!" John Connor stated, "As for the materials for the formation of a new army group, we have already passed the Strait of Malacca and are escorted by two French-made Courbet-class battleships."

"It's not that easy. It's difficult for Britain to get through the Mediterranean now. They can only go through the Pacific. To be honest, if the United States stood on our side, we could share the British world hegemony." General Gotz sighed, "You can even annex Canada."

"We are a country of immigrants, so this is difficult." John Connor shrugged helplessly, "Our soldiers are not as good as the Christians in the Middle East."

"That's really a pity." General Ghosh stopped talking about this and said that he wanted to leave an advisory force in Basra, not because he did not trust the Eighth Army, but because these Christian militias lacked some of the sharpness required of a real army.

John Connor and Brown nodded, but scoffed at this statement. Sheffield hired a large number of retired officers from the Spanish-American War to come to the Middle East, including many combat staff.

Of course, the apparent excuse is to protect the living environment of Christians in the Middle East, but it is undeniable that there are still many adventurers in the United States who like this rhetoric and travel halfway around the world to save the world.

"The revenue is increasing day by day. This month's European orders are worth 33 million US dollars. Although it is not a lot, I believe this is just the beginning." Sheffield, who had not taken a car for a long time, showed the good qualities of a diligent monopoly capitalist, and was completely different from Edith Rockefeller, who looked worried beside him.

"Those policemen are so mean. They have to detain me. It's just a traffic accident." Edith Rockefeller had tears in her eyes. She was not as leisurely as the slave owner. "What should I do if something happens to my son?"

Sheffield tilted his head. He remembered that Edith Rockefeller in history didn't seem to attach much importance to family affection. But now it seems a little different.

"It's okay, we'll just bring the person out in a while." Sheffield waved his hand and said, "It's just a matter of killing a few people. It's not like I won't pay compensation. It's good to teach them a lesson. You see, I don't drive, but my drivers are very professional. You obviously don't have the skills, but you insist on doing it. It's true that men lose their minds in front of women."

At the Brooklyn Police Department in New York, a huge convoy stopped outside the police station. Several men in suits got out of the car and opened the door. Sheffield came out wearing a top hat and walked into the police station without hesitation. Behind him, more than 20 bodyguards were divided into two rows and followed behind him.

A moment later, the two men appeared in the police chief's office. After some greetings, Sheffield said, "I am William Rockefeller's father. How many people have died so far?"

"Two people are dead now! The families are in a bad mood too." Police Chief Ryan said with a wry smile, "It's not that we have to detain you and Madam Edith's son, but we have to make a statement. I didn't expect Mr. William to come in person."

"I didn't want to come originally. Am I not his father? Just like you said, we have to show an attitude." Sheffield smiled and said, "The citizens of Brooklyn are very lucky to have such a police chief. I am not a person who likes to bully others. The family of the deceased can just name the compensation they want. He should not be kept in the police station any longer. My wife only has this one son, and I can't bear it."

"Should we postpone it for two days? The main reason is that the deceased's family has been staying at the police station, and it's difficult for us to release them." Ryan suggested, "As for these minor issues, you can let the lawyer handle it."

"No, it's not a big deal. Our family's lawyer fees are quite expensive! Lawyers like to complicate simple things." Sheffield stood up and said, "Let's not waste time. Take me to where the family members are."

In fact, it was not far, just a short walk through a corridor. Sheffield entered and explained her purpose. Then there was a scene of the working people denouncing the rich landlords, questioning Sheffield's education and her failure to fulfill her responsibilities as a father, which led to the car accident and the death of her husband.

Sheffield felt a little embarrassed for being the wife of the two dead men and criticizing the slave owner. He hooked his finger behind his back, took a bag from the bodyguard, took out a stack of ten-dollar bills and threw it on the table.

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"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have money?" A young woman pointed at Sheffield and cried with tears in her eyes.

Pah! Two more stacks of banknotes were still on the table! Sheffield took the blame and expressed sympathy to the family of the deceased.

"We had a happy family, and it was destroyed just like that."

Sheffield rolled his eyes, threw out two more stacks of bills, and looked straight at the two women.

"We will have to take care of the child by ourselves in the future, and the child is still so young!"

Pah! Sheffield threw out two more stacks of bills and spoke for the first time, "Can we sign the settlement agreement? I'm very busy. If it weren't for my son's matter, I wouldn't be here at all."

Sheffield came out with two settlement agreements and directly dragged William Rockefeller out of the cell.

"Father!" William Rockefeller followed behind him fearfully, stammering, "Can I leave now?"

"Is the environment here so good that you want to stay for two days?" Sheffield asked without stopping and turning his head.

"I just want to ask how it was handled," William Rockefeller whispered, "because two people died."

"The family of the deceased is in a stable mood, everything is fine!" Sheffield took out his pocket watch, checked the time, walked out of the police station, pointed at the third car and said, "Your mother is in the car behind, go talk to her."

(End of this chapter)