District 9

In the early morning, at around six o'clock, the Feng regiment withdrew again and prepared for the next collective charge.

In the Sichuan Army's defensive area in Jiangzhou, a large number of wounded soldiers had been carried out by health workers, leaving only corpses on the ground that no one had dealt with.

Xun Chengwei was walking in the trench covered with mud and gunpowder smoke. Suddenly he felt a little weak and sat down on the ammunition box.

"I feel that we are strong enough to withstand the next wave of attacks." The chief of staff said from the side with chapped lips: "More than half of the more than 20,000 people have been damaged in battle, and the openings in many defense areas cannot be blocked at all."

Xun Chengwei took out the cigarette case from his pocket with trembling hands, paused and said, "Either I die in the trench, or Feng Ji doesn't even get a step in."

"That's not necessary, Commander. If we retreat twenty kilometers and enter the second-level defense area, we can still fight!"

"The opponent has 40,000 to 50,000 troops!" Xun Chengwei raised his eyebrows and said, "Only a runway of more than 20 kilometers. Once you withdraw from the defense zone, how can you ensure that the retreating troops can safely position themselves in the second-layer defense zone? The opponent charges, Your large force may be scattered. Defense requires tenacity. If you take this step back, your energy will be gone, so you must stand firm and wait for reinforcements."

The chief of staff remained silent and said no more.

Xun Chengwei lit his cigarette, turned to look to the side, and saw an 18.9-year-old young soldier sitting in a daze next to a corpse.

"If the person is dead, why not transport him out?" Xun Chengwei asked: "When the enemy charges, the body will be trampled to pieces."

"...He was my eldest brother. He died while blocking the bullet for me." The soldier replied blankly: "...If I die soon, I want to die with him and don't want to be separated."

When Xun Chengwei heard this, his lips moved twice, and he reached out and threw the cigarette case to the other party: "Here's one."

"I can't, Commander." The soldier looked at him with scarlet eyes and replied.

Xun Chengwei stood up slowly, walked to the soldier, reached out and touched his head, and said to the chief of staff: "With permission, he can go to the front line. The family must leave some incense!"

"Why doesn't Chen Xi help us, commander?!" the soldier asked crying.

After Xun Chengwei paused for a moment, he walked away resolutely, followed by the cry of the soldier who was emotionally broken.

There were more than 20,000 people, and more than half of them were lost in the battle. How tragic this is.

Every time Xun Chengwei walked around the trench, his heart felt as painful as a needle pricking him. At this critical moment, the Feng Corps also used all kinds of bad tricks.

Before another group charge, several officers of the Feng Clan Corps held loudspeakers and shouted in their front trenches: "Xun Chengwei, General of the Zhou Clan, if you continue to resist stubbornly, be careful not to dig up your ancestral grave in Jiujiang!"

"Xun Chengwei, look at the photo of the flyer we distributed. Is that your grandfather's coffin?!"

"...!"

Screams and shouts were heard constantly. Feng Xi wanted to unbalance Xun Chengwei's mentality before preparing for the next charge, so they used all possible means to engage in psychological warfare.

Xun Chengwei is from District 7. Although he brought his family with him when he came to Sichuan, it was impossible to move his ancestral graves.

In the trench, Xun Chengwei listened to the shouts outside, veins popped up on his forehead, his eyes were red and he clenched his fists, whispering: "No one is allowed to go out! Get ready to meet the enemy!!"

After the shouting continued for half an hour, the Feng Department's group charge struck again.

The sound of gunfire rang out in an instant. Feng Ji took the talking microphone and said hysterically: "Just this once, shoot through them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xingli's call went directly to Feng Ji's headquarters. After answering the call, the chief of staff immediately shouted: "Commander Feng, the commander-in-chief has called and asked us to withdraw our troops."

Feng Ji was stunned and turned to look at the chief of staff: "Why? Maybe we can penetrate the enemy's defense area this time."

"The troops from the Wu clan and those from the Qilin Southwest Theater will arrive in less than two hours at most. Commander Zhou said that he already understands the internal situation of the Sichuan Mansion. If we continue to fight, our side will be exhausted. Because once the people from the Wu faction and the Sichuan Army’s Southwest Theater support us, it will be impossible for us to break into Nanmu." The chief of staff roared back: "The purpose of this battle has been achieved, and the superiors asked us to withdraw from the war zone immediately."

Feng Ji gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "That stupid Zhou Xingli is just using our troops as cannon fodder!"

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw troops." Feng Ji reluctantly gave the final order.

The last group charge was aborted, and the Feng regiment quickly withdrew to Jiangzhou along the march route.

…

About an hour later.

Xiaobai from the southwest theater, Pu Xingbang from the Pu clique, and Xiang Zehao, who led the Wu clique troops to support the Sichuan government, all arrived at Xun Chengwei's headquarters by plane.

Several parties converge.

Xun Chengwei gritted his teeth and asked, "How long will it take for the large army to arrive?"

"The leading troops will arrive within two hours, and the main troops will be in position before dark at the latest." Xiaobai replied: "We have about 60,000 people here."

Xiang Zehao pointed to the map and said: "It won't take us that long. The main force will arrive at the combat zone within two hours."

Xun Chengwei turned to look at the crowd and suddenly said: "In this battle, our army has lost half of its strength, directly sacrificing more than 4,000 people, and even the other side has to dig up my ancestral graves. I can't stand this, even if the other side withdraws its troops!" "

Xiaobai listened to Xun Chengwei's words and immediately responded: "The key to the problem now is that if Feng Ji Corps withdraws its troops along the territory of Jiangzhou, then they will give up the defense area to the Chen faction. Even if we pursue them, then...?"

"The disaster that Sichuan government suffered was entirely due to Chen Xi's treachery." Xun Chengwei stared at his eyes and said: "Damn it, who can be safe with such a troop next to our defense area?!"

Xiang Zehao instantly understood what Xun Chengwei meant: "Including our troops in the southwest theater, there are about 80,000 people. They can do whatever they want."

"I want to report to the superior." Xun Chengwei gritted his teeth and said.

"I have no objection." Xiang Zehao nodded.

"...I've already seen them unhappy when I step on the horse," Xiaobai frowned and said, "Just do what you say, no ambiguity!"

Five minutes later, Xun Chengwei dialed Qi Lin's phone directly and said succinctly: "Commander, what I mean is to push it directly to the east. No matter what the positions of the Chen and Zhou cliques are, we cannot let them and the Eighth District Contact the troops on the inside."

Qi Lin thought for a while and then replied: "Wait for five minutes and I will give you a reply."

"good!"

After saying that, the two ended the call.

…

Another half hour.

Lin Nianlei directly contacted the Chen Department headquarters and said succinctly: "As for the military conflict that occurred in Jiangzhou, I hope the Chen Department can give us an explanation from the Sichuan government. We must start a negotiation."

"No problem, we also have a lot to say here." Chen Department Headquarters also gave a reply.

After a brief exchange, the two sides agreed to launch military cold war negotiations in Jiangzhou.

In Nanhu, Chen Feng took the phone and sat in the car and said: "Yes, I understand what the higher-ups mean. As long as the system reform can ensure the top five positions of our Chen family, then everything will return to the past. If not, then Just delay."

"Yes, just talk to the other party with this idea in mind."

"Okay, I understand."

…

At about seven o'clock that night, Chen Feng had been sitting in Jiangzhou waiting for a long time, ready to receive representatives from Sichuan Prefecture.

"It will be like this in a while, if the other party proposes..." When Chen Feng was about to explain a few words, he suddenly heard a burst of gunfire outside.

"What's going on?!" Chen Feng stood up and asked immediately.

Outside, an officer rushed in and shouted: "Sichuan... The Sichuan army suddenly divided into three groups and attacked me in Jiangzhou for some reason."

…

Near the Sichuan border.

The Wu Clan's 20,000 troops, the Southwest Theater's 60,000 troops, and four regiments organized by Xun Chengwei suddenly attacked Jiangzhou together.

Eighty thousand people rushed towards Chen Xi like a tide and fought extremely decisively.

At Beifengkou, Wu Tianyin stood in the headquarters and said directly to Xiang Zehao: "This battle will go to the border of Lu District and completely capture Jiangzhou. From now on, we no longer need to pass through Jiangzhou to see the face of Chen Xi threatening Jiujiang The military is safe. Damn it, there are internal problems in the Eighth District and the Sichuan government. The Zhou clique, which has been afraid to leave their homes, now dares to take the initiative to attack. If I take Jiangzhou, I will fire at Jiujiang. I will Let’s see if he dares to fight back!”

at the same time.

Chen Feng personally dialed Lin Nianlei's phone: "What do you mean?!"

After Lin Nianlei was silent for a while, she said succinctly: "If we can't reach an agreement, then let's fight!"