District 9

In the interrogation room.

"Which division, which chief of staff?!" Lao Zhan roared and asked.

Wu Feng closed his eyes and replied with a trembling voice: "It's Wang Ningwei, the chief of staff of the 956th Division in the Eighth District."

"What did he tell you?" Lao Zhan continued to ask.

Wu Feng gasped twice, and his psychological defense was completely defeated: "Before we were transferred to Lu District, Wang Ningwei called me personally. He told me that many people in the upper echelons of the Eighth District were right... right... Commander Lin Yaozong He is dissatisfied with the post of governor who is about to take over. Everyone feels that this one-system plan is a bit too biased in favor of the Lin clan and cuts too hard. Many theaters and military departments will lose many of their due rights in the future, so... we must resist .”

"anything else?"

"Wang Ningwei told me that there is no need to worry about accountability from the top." Wu Feng continued to state: "The old governor's condition is already very serious and he is currently unable to take charge of the overall situation. However, many people at the top have chosen to unite, and it seems to be true in private. Some kind of parliament was formed to prepare to resist the advancement of this federation. In addition, before our two groups entered the scene, the Chen faction was also passively engaging in the battle, which shows that the Seventh District was also dissatisfied with the proposal of this federation. ...So, we obeyed Wang Ningwei’s order and did not use all our strength when fighting the enemy forces in the Lu District. Many artillery shells were fired at random in uninhabited areas.”

"Snapped!"

After hearing this, Lao Zhan was so angry that he slapped Wu Feng on the face.

Wu Feng was so beaten that he was stunned. He thought to himself, "I'm going to vomit. Why are you slapping me in the mouth?"

"What the hell, just because of you guys, I almost didn't run away with my whole family!" Lao Zhan stared at his eyes and shouted: "What kind of organization did you say the upper levels established? What is this organization called?"

"It seems to be called the Military and Political Alliance Parliament." Wu Feng recalled it and said, "Oh, by the way, Wang Ningwei also told me that Zhang Daming and I are both members of the parliament."

Fu Zhen heard the sound and asked, "Are you two idiots?! Wang Ningwei didn't let you get in touch with the higher-ups, so you agreed to passively participate in the war? If the higher-ups investigate and they don't protect you, what will you do?"

"Wang Ningwei is good to us. He proposed to the military department that I could be the regiment leader at that time." Wu Feng replied truthfully: "So... we can be considered members of his faction."

"Commander of the 956th Division, do you know about this?" Lao Zhan asked.

"Then...then I must know. Although I didn't speak to the division commander, Wang Ningwei's dare to issue such an order must have been tacitly approved by the division commander." Wu Feng replied.

Lao Zhan thought for a long time, turned around and asked Fu Zhen, "Who is the commander of the 956th Division?"

"Yi Lianshan." Deng Wenzhao, who was listening in, interrupted and replied: "He is the uncle of Xin Zihui who was shot before."

Fu Zhen nodded upon hearing this.

"Is there anything left unsaid?"

"It's gone. That's all Wang Ningwei told me."

"If you go by your guess, who else is participating in this bullshit military-political alliance council?" Lao Zhan pressed.

When Wu Feng heard this, he slowly shook his head: "I really don't know! The higher-ups won't tell me this. Besides, the governor is still here... Even if someone wants to split power, he won't jump now Come out! And I heard that many generals in the governor's direct troops are also dissatisfied with this reduction of the vassal."

…

After more than an hour, the interrogation ended.

Fu Zhen took the information and went directly to Qin Yu's house.

In the living room, Qin Yu sat on the sofa and after reading the interrogation report, he said with a gloomy look: "Has this information been forwarded to the Eighth District?"

"Not yet." Fu Zhen shook his head.

"Ask Meng Xi to contact the people in the governor's office directly and give this information to a reliable person for the governor to review." Qin Yu stood up slowly and said, "Wu Feng will continue the interrogation. His family is in the eighth district. Yes, you may have some concerns in your heart, and you must clean out the things in his stomach."

"Okay." Fu Zhen nodded.

"You did a good job this time." Qin Yu patted his shoulder and said sincerely: "In this current situation, we cannot afford to make mistakes. When we encounter problems, we should discuss them with Meng Xi."

Fu Zhen grinned: "Okay!"

"Thanks for your hard work."

"We are brothers, we don't want to say such kind words." Fu Zhen replied a little arrogantly.

Qin Yu was startled for a moment, but instead of feeling awkward, he replied happily: "...Haha, okay."

While the two were talking, Qin Yu's phone rang. He bent down to pick up the phone on the coffee table and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Commander Qin, why have our two regiments been put under communication control and are you actively provoking?" The person calling was Wang Zhou, a military commander in the Eighth District. In several meetings before, Qin Yu had met Over his.

Qin Yu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Wang Zhou."

"Oh." Qin Yu replied calmly: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you have any questions, please contact me below."

After saying that, Qin Yu hung up the phone directly and did not treat Wang Zhou as a person of the same level.

In District 8, Wang Zhou looked at the screen of his mobile phone, sneered and said, "Prepare the car and go to the theater headquarters."

…

After last night's conflict, the 122nd Brigade fully retreated and military control over the two regiments in District 8 was lifted.

It's nearly noon.

The helicopter of the Seventh Army of the Eighth and First Theater Landed at the site of last night's firefight. Seven or eight officers crossed the cordon and came to the vicinity of the convoy that was burned into a large piece of ruins.

One of them looked solemn and asked in a stiff tone: "Are you sure you saw Liaison Officer Huo sacrificed in the car...?!"

Two security guards who escaped from the battlefield last night pointed to the vehicle where Wu Feng had been sitting and said, "People... people are inside."

The leading officer stepped forward, put on white gloves, and used a crowbar to pry open the deformed car door. He saw several bodies inside the car that had been burned to a charred state.

One of the bodies sitting in the back seat had an expensive diving watch on his wrist. The officer knew this watch, so when he saw the body, his expression instantly became more gloomy.

five minutes later.

The officer dialed his commander's phone number and said in a trembling tone: "Comrade...comrade commander, Comrade Huo Ran, may have died..."

After finishing speaking, the phone was silent for six or seven seconds before the beep of hanging up came.

An hour and a half later, the commander of the Seventh Army of the Eighth and First Theater Commands forced his way into the theater headquarters and said to the Chief of General Staff: "General Staff, I don't want to say anything right now, just two questions. First. , why did the Sichuan government provoke the 556th and 557th regiments for no reason? And why did they openly assist the attackers to escape?! Secondly, who should bear the greatest responsibility for the death of my son?!"

The Sichuan government kidnapped Wu Feng and accidentally killed Huo Ran, which directly caused the originally peaceful situation in the Eighth District to instantly stir up trouble.

Huo Ran's father not only asked the First Theater Command to intervene, but also asked the higher-ups to hold a hearing so that the main officers of the 122nd Brigade could go to the Eighth District to explain the situation.

…

The storm is about to rise, and even the air contains an oppressive atmosphere.

At this critical juncture, Qin Yu has already planned an itinerary and will fly to the ninth district in person tomorrow to meet with Commander Zhou.