District 9

In the boarding and lodging store, Director Wu was sweating after eating. He reached out and scooped up two spoons of chili oil and sprinkled it on his face: "Have you received the order?"

"Got it." The young man nodded.

Bureau Wu paused: "I didn't want to call you, but now..."

"Without you, my brother and I would have died." The young man interrupted and said, "Uncle, if you are polite, don't say it."

"Oh." Director Wu sighed, lowered his head and said, "Eat some!"

The two sat opposite each other without much communication, and just finished a bowl of noodles quietly.

The young man took a sip of water, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Well, wait for my call." Bureau Wu looked at him and nodded.

"Okay." The young man took out a string of Buddhist beads from his pocket, put them on the table and said, "I asked for them in the temple during my vacation. It's not worth much, so take it with you for good luck."

Bureau Wu glanced at the other party, stood up with a smile, picked up the beads, and grabbed the young man's arm: "At my age, if you accept your fate and believe in it, you won't do these things. You wear it for good luck."

The young man was stunned and allowed Director Wu to put the beads on his left wrist.

The two looked at each other for a long time. After the young man saluted the military salute, he turned and left.

…

Songjiang Maple Avenue, inside the Feng Family Garden.

Feng Chengzhang was sitting in the living room, watching various news reports, with no expression on his face.

"Dad, along with public opinion, the military administration is also under great pressure." Feng Ji frowned and said, "Why do I feel like there is a pusher behind this matter, deliberately taking the opportunity to incite people's war-weariness."

Feng Chengzhang put down the newspaper and said calmly: "Old Wu is probably fine."

"Can it?" Feng Ji asked with some uncertainty.

"A half-disabled Military Supervision Bureau cannot make such a big move without a leader." Feng Chengzhang intervened and replied: "Public opinion fermented so quickly, and there were people responding immediately. This matter is not a big deal. It looks like Lao Zhou’s handiwork.”

"That's true. When it comes to underground work, let alone Lao Zhou, even the staff of the General Administration of the Military Department with generals' stars are enough to be Lao Wu's opponent." Feng Ji agreed: "The military The Supervision Bureau has been in power for so many years, and with Shang Fang's sword in hand, no one knows how many clues they have secretly buried. It is said that there are at least two thousand Wu clique military intelligence agents currently lurking in Fengbei. These people are hidden at all levels, The position is also quite scary.”

"Public opinion cannot overwhelm the General Administration of the Military." Feng Chengzhang said somewhat dogmatically: "History has proven that the people are forgetful. When a war breaks out, the reaction will be fierce. But nowadays, who can When it comes to guns, whoever speaks must be tough. After the forced shooting, it will not take three years...the scene today will be gradually forgotten."

Feng Ji was silent for a long time: "Then we have to have a choice...?"

"No rush." ​​Feng Chengzhang waved his hand: "Old Zhou Zai knew that the Military Supervision Bureau could not escape this disaster, but he still chose to open fire at Fengbei Beiguan... This behavior is a bit abnormal. Let's see how the situation changes."

"I promised Sha Zhongwei that I would give him accurate information today."

"He is nothing." Feng Chengzhang stood up slowly and said, "Let him continue to wait."

"Okay." Feng Ji nodded.

…

Fengbei, in the conference room of the First War Zone Headquarters, Shen Wanzhou sat at the head of the table, held up the microphone and said: "As I just said, all the troops were mobilized immediately, and they were in Songjiang and Fengbei, and formed with the World War II zone. Confrontation situation. As soon as the gunshots are fired, all your units must immediately go into battle."

The generals stood up and saluted.

The Cold War has been going on for a long time, and the generals on both sides are psychologically prepared. Therefore, no operational details were discussed at this pre-war meeting. Many plans have been discussed long ago. The purpose of this meeting is that civil war will inevitably happen, and the higher-ups must fight it.

After the meeting, the generals left in groups. Shen Wanzhou specially called the generals of the Sha family and said softly to them: "The troops stationed in Zangyuan must also be ready to be mobilized back at any time. If you want to fight, be quick. Try to control the duration of the civil war within a month..."

The generals of the sand faction nodded one after another. Everyone was very confident in this civil war. As long as the Feng faction did not defect before the battle and the Lu faction did not stand on the opposite side, the current military strength of the World War II zone would not be able to withstand the military commander-in-chief. The encirclement and suppression of the Zhenghe First War Zone.

As everyone walked out, Shen Wanzhou's secretary came over and whispered beside him: "Commander, wait a minute."

Shen Wanzhou stopped, turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Jia Zheng's brigade has entered the city and wants to help the garrison maintain stability." The secretary stated truthfully: "The General Administration of the Military Department also issued a clear order for our troops in the city to be mainly responsible for assisting the garrison to garrison the four passes. question."

When Shen Wanzhou heard this, there was no expression on his face. He just replied calmly: "Follow the orders of the General Administration of Military Affairs."

"Yes." The secretary nodded.

Shen Wanzhou left the conference room through the special passage with an expressionless expression.

…

In Fengbei, in the government affairs building, Director Xiang's secretary personally called Xiang Zehao's wife.

"Hello?"

"Zehao, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's going on?" Xiang Zehao asked.

"There are currently large-scale demonstrations in Fengbei, Changji, and Songjiang cities. We held a meeting and discussed it, and we still need to deploy some self-defense forces to maintain stability..."

"Go and discuss this matter with Zhan Zhengchong. I'm not the commander of the army now, so it's useless for you to talk to me."

"Zehao, don't have any personal emotions. Everyone knows that without your order, Zhan Zhengchong cannot command the Self-Defense Forces. The situation in the city is so complicated now...!"

"Who created Complexity? You did the right thing, so how could there be a parade?" Xiang Zehao said with great dissatisfaction: "He, Lao He, wants to be the emperor, why should I wipe his ass and block the people? Mouth? What was he thinking when he slapped me in the meeting with a bunch of politicians who spit shit?"

The secretary was speechless.

"I have no control over this matter. If you can persuade the Self-Defense Forces, go and do it yourself." Xiang Zehao replied without giving any face: "But there is one thing, let's agree in advance. Let them choose whether to fight a civil war. Fight where there are people, and if anyone wants to turn the living areas inside and outside the district into a battlefield, then I will use the Self-Defense Force as a peacekeeping force!"

"Zehao!"

"Dudu!"

Xiang Zehao hung up the phone directly.

"Alas!" The secretary sighed, having a terrible headache.

…

At night, tens of thousands of people gathered on more than a dozen main roads in Fengbei City, shouting anti-war slogans, holding banners, and wandering around.

On the streets that were bustling just a few days ago, except for the marchers, police officers, and soldiers, there were almost no people waiting around. Every household had their doors and windows closed, and they did not dare to leave their houses.

The police headquarters is under great pressure. When fighting was going on at Beiguankou last night, vandalism, smashing, and looting broke out in nearby slums. Many businesses and government-owned enterprises were looted...

Just when the situation in Fengbei was in turmoil, Jia Zheng entered the city with a brigade of troops. This unit is Lao He's confidant, and Jia Zheng is also a senior general he has trained over the years, so Lao He's purpose of calling him in is obvious.

…

outside the area.

Lao Wu held the phone, sat in the car, and said softly: "We will prepare for two days and hold a large-scale parade on Sunday night."