District 9

On the Pearl, Fu Zhen was ready to fight back in the box, while Meng Xi even thought about where his memorial service would be held for a moment.

If there is a conflict now, the possibility of exposure is infinitely close to 100%, there is no doubt about it.

Next to the moped, three soldiers stretched out their hands to lift the big box together. But at this critical moment, a logistics chief walked out of the elevator and shouted to everyone in the room: "There is a meeting inside, gather now!"

"Okay, okay, yes!" The officer in charge of the warehousing immediately nodded and bowed back, then waved his hand and said to the delivery people: "Put the things in first, don't delay the meeting, hurry up!"

Everyone understood and did not dare to waste any more time, so they pushed the moped away directly. The officer in the Warehousing Department also followed his immediate superior and asked with a smile: "...We still have a few days left for our patrol mission. Do you want to leave?"

"I don't know. I'll talk about it in a meeting later."

"...!"

The two walked and chatted before leaving here.

Fu Zhen in the box wiped the sweat from his face with lingering fear, and whispered to Meng Xi in a low voice: "... Damn, this means that I have been lucky since I was a child. If I want someone else to go with you, I'm sure It’s cold…”

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Meng Xi lay on his side on Fu Zhen and scolded him repeatedly, fearing that the bastard would get sick and cause trouble.

…

More than two hours later, after a thorough inspection, the Pearl hurriedly left the port, and then changed ships to drive in for supplies.

In a flash, it was past 11 o'clock in the night. The supply work of the Southern Patrol Fleet No. 1 was basically completed, and the shore became brightly lit. A large number of Zhou's direct troops returned and began to board ships in preparation for evacuation.

At this time, the coalition forces on the periphery had already advanced from many areas. They were not far from the main city of Luhuai, and the nearest combat troops were less than 200 kilometers away.

As soon as the direct troops boarded the ship, the port became even more chaotic. Many military family members could not find their relatives who were soldiers. They were shouting, crying, and even clashed with soldiers from the naval management unit. Soldiers from various combat units also frequently shuttled to the landing site because they were worried about the evacuation of their relatives.

The sound of gunshots was accompanied by shouts from time to time, and the main officers of the combat troops at all levels also went down to the grassroots to stabilize the soldiers' emotions and tell them that your relatives will be settled by the evacuation department, and everyone should not be chaotic. Follow the instructions from above.

It sounds nice to say this, but in fact the ships moored in Luhuai Port are definitely not enough. Many military dependents have to wait until the troops are gone before they can board the ship. How many vacancies are left at that time can only depend on God's will.

The port was noisy and chaotic, and the patrol mission of the No. 1 Southern Patrol Fleet became even more arduous. They cruised in the inner harbor and kept shouting along the shore.

…

On the No. 093 drive, when a group of soldiers from the logistics department were sorting supplies, an officer in the command room walked over and said to everyone: "In the war room, don't touch the special supplies in the cockpit. My people will take care of them." Come and carry it.”

"Yes, sir!" The logistics soldiers were already used to this situation. The entire team was about to be evacuated. It was completely normal for the upper-level officers to do some personal work on the warship.

There are rumors outside that Commander Zhou Yuanzheng's personal property occupies four warehouses on the main ship Pearl. The priceless property inside may be enough to buy another large cruiser.

Of course, whether this is an exaggeration or not is unknown to the grassroots soldiers, but it also shows the current chaos in the Zhou system.

When the logistics soldiers saw the commander of the command department coming to ask for something, they naturally did not dare to neglect it. They immediately cleared out their special supplies and waited for them to be transported downwards by elevator.

About forty minutes later, ten soldiers mobilized from the command module transported the supplies to Warehouse No. 3. Dozens of boxes were not placed in a pile, but were laid flat in the warehouse.

After the heavy warehouse door was closed, the leading command room officer whispered: "Let them come out."

"Dong dong dong!" The soldier knocked on the box with the smallest number, and then there was a noise inside.

At this moment, the No. 093 drive was already cruising within the specified area, but not very fast.

Vice-captain Wei Zirun was sitting in the captain's cabin on the forecastle. He glanced down at his watch, then carefully arranged his uniform before walking out.

The gunnery commander followed immediately and whispered: "People have entered the warehouse."

"In the name of the command room, inform the fire control chief and the security chief to hold a regular meeting at an impromptu meeting and have them gather in the conference room, right now." Wei Zirun ordered.

"Yes!" The other party nodded.

"Chen Ming is in the command war room?" Wei Zirun asked.

"right."

"Where's Lao An?" Wei Zirun asked again.

"He is in the cockpit and has never left. He has been docking with the main ship." The gunnery commander replied.

Wei Zirun glanced down at his watch and ordered softly: "I'm going to find Chen Ming. After you notify the fire control chief and security chief, wait ten minutes, and then let the people in warehouse No. 3 start moving. Remember, you must Wait ten minutes until they have gathered together."

"clear!"

"that's all."

About twenty minutes later, Wei Zirun found the captain of the No. 093 Drive in the war room on the forecastle, and the latter had just read the mission details from the Pearl.

"Xiao Wei, I was just looking for you. Take a look. These are the mission details sent from the main ship." Chen Ming sat on the sofa and handed the information over with a smile.

Wei Zirun took the information and did not sit down immediately. Instead, he whispered: "Captain, come to the lounge. I have something to tell you."

"What's wrong?" asked the captain.

"It's about... special supplies." Wei Zirun replied in a low voice: "Someone on the main ship said hello to me."

The captain was stunned for a moment: "Did I say hello to you?"

"Well, I hid it from the commander." Wei Zirun winked at the other party.

When the captain heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "Let's go over and chat."

After saying that, the two left the war room and walked along the corridor for less than two minutes before entering the rest cabin. As soon as he entered the house, Wei Zirun closed the door.

at the same time.

Lin Chengdong and Kim Tae-soo, wearing Zhou navy uniforms, entered the forecastle under the leadership of the gunnery commander and approached the lounge. On the other side, Ma Laoer has also arrived from the other side near the cockpit in charge of the navigator.

Warships are different from civilian merchant ships. The cockpit and combat command room are separate. During wartime, the captain, deputy captain and other command personnel do not need to enter the cockpit. The so-called navigator only plans the navigation route. The person responsible for steering the ship does not have any military rights.

In the lounge.

As soon as Chen Ming sat down, he immediately asked Wei Zirun: "What are the special supplies you are talking about?"

Wei Zirun looked at him intently and said after a long silence: "...Captain, I have decided to join District 8. Now it depends on your attitude."

When Chen Ming heard this, he was instantly stunned.