District 9

Old Triangle area.

Xiang Zehao pointed at the map and said to Lin Xiao with a serious face: "Look, with the current distance, we can use the old triangle as a springboard to reach the destination in up to five hours. By then, General Fu's fleet will only need on the sea……."

"Report!"

While the two were discussing the plan, an officer responsible for communicating with the intelligence department stepped in, saluted Xiang Zehao and shouted: "The Military Supervision Bureau has urgent top-secret documents that have just been sent over."

"Take it and take a look." Xiang Zehao stretched out his hand.

About two minutes later, Xiang Zehao and Lin Xiao read the information together, and their faces became solemn.

"Mad!" Lin Xiao scolded with a bit of an explosive attitude: "This bastard will cause trouble sooner rather than later, but he is causing us trouble at this time."

"What do you think?" Xiang Zehao asked.

"...I don't think it's safe anymore. This situation has exceeded our expectations." Lin Xiao said bluntly: "How about canceling the plan and waiting?"

Xiang Zehao smashed his fists on the combat table, and after careful consideration for a long while, he said: "We can't wait. Gu Yan's Corps, Qilin Corps, and General Fu's navy... have already suffered heavy losses waiting for us. The weather problem is full of troubles. It’s certain, now that we’ve finally waited, if you spend some more time, how many people will die on the front line?”

Lin Xiao thought carefully about Xiang Zehao's words: "...You are right, but the problem is..."

Xiang Zehao carefully observed the map. After thinking about it for a long time, he pointed to a point and said, "If it doesn't work, just click on it. If you don't want to transfer, I have to bite down here even if I bite hard."

Lin Xiao looked along the position of Xiang Zehao's finger, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "If that's the case, then I suggest starting here..."

An hour later, at the smallest airport in the Old Triangle, Lin Xiao and Xiang Zehao got off the bus with a large number of soldiers.

…

It's about four o'clock in the morning.

The rest troops of Feng Ji Corps arrived at the port in the Chinese area of ​​Xia Island. With the help of more than 800 soldiers from the European First District, a large number of wounded soldiers left the transport ship and returned to the Second Field Hospital.

After arriving, Feng Ji took his staff, officers, and generals. He did not go to Zhou Xingli to say hello. Instead, he took them with a tacit understanding to the temporarily vacated building next to the Second Field Hospital.

Since it was early in the morning, the generals were very tired after arriving, so Feng Ji went to his lounge when he entered the building, made two calls to the forward front, inquired about the garrison situation, and then lay on the bed to rest.

at the same time.

Li Bokang called Zhou Xingli four times at the Frontier, but his assistant always answered the phone, claiming that Zhou was having an important meeting and it was temporarily unavailable to answer the phone.

This move made Li Bokang feel even more uncertain. He waited patiently until late at night, and finally couldn't help but make a call to Yan Hu.

"Hello, General Staff Li?"

"Lao Yan, were you present when the commander held a meeting?" Li Bokang asked directly.

"Yes!"

"What was discussed?" Li Bokang asked very directly.

Yan Hu paused and replied in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just analyzed the current situation of the Republic of China. Everyone is very pessimistic. Some people feel that the Battle of Yemen... must be won, while others have no confidence. "

"That's all?" Li Bokang asked.

"Yes, that's all." After Yan Hu finished his reply, he deliberately asked: "General Staff, are you... worried about anything?"

Li Bokang paused for a long time: "Feng Ji has gone back, do you know that?"

"I know." Yan Hu nodded: "They seem to have arrived."

"I'm afraid that the Commander-in-Chief... will have an extreme mentality. If you are by his side, if you find that he has such thoughts, you must advise him. We must clearly know our position." Li Bokang pointed at Yan Hu .

"I understand what you mean." Yan Hu nodded.

"Okay, let's do this first!"

"Okay, you go ahead, General Staff!"

After saying that, Li Bokang hung up the phone and looked a little deeply. He could clearly feel the ideological distance between Yan Hu and him.

Why is this happening?

Because although Yan Hu was promoted by Li Bokang, when Yan Hujun was replaced by Feng Ji at Hongdan Airport, Li Bokang failed to stand up and confront Westbrook at the critical moment.

This move made Yan Hu dissatisfied. Although he also knew that sitting in Li Bokang's position would be difficult, Yan Hu was still unhappy. Their army lost more than 10,000 people at Hongdan Airport, and Li Bokang finally asked him to withdraw his troops. This move was difficult to satisfy Yan Hu.

As for Li Bokang's own difficulties, Yan Hu had no way of personally understanding them.

After the two talked on the phone, Li Bokang still felt a little uneasy, but the frontline battlefield was still fighting hard, and it was difficult for him to leave for the time being.

…

At Feng Ji's age, insomnia and dreaminess are the norm. After returning to the lounge, he only slept for about four hours in total before getting up habitually, and it was around eight o'clock in the morning.

Feng Ji came to the restaurant and was about to eat when the communications officer beside him came over with a microphone in his hand: "Commander, this is Zhou Xingli's phone number."

Since the conflicts between Zhou and Feng have become increasingly intensified, the junior officers around Lao Feng have begun to call Zhou Xingli by his first name, and even call him the "King of Kaisai" in private. This shows that these bastards are How realistic.

Feng Ji was startled for a moment, then slowly reached out and picked up the phone, saying with a smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Zhou!"

"Old Feng, I heard that you were slightly injured on the battlefield, is it okay?" Zhou Xingli also said nothing about the conflict in advance, but instead greeted him warmly.

"Small injury, nothing to worry about."

"If it's okay, come to the headquarters this morning. I have something to tell you." Zhou Xingli invited bluntly.

Feng Ji looked down at the plate, paused for about two seconds, and then opened his mouth to respond: "Okay, I just have something to report to you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After saying that, Zhou Xingli hung up the phone.

Feng Ji instantly lost his appetite, put his chopsticks on the table, turned to look at his staff officer and said, "He still can't help it."

"...How about pushing it?" the staff officer asked.

"I just considered trying to shirk it, but then I thought about it. If he really has an idea, then it's useless for me to shirk it." Feng Ji replied concisely: "We are on Xia Island, where else can you retreat to? "

"What do you mean?"

"Damn it!" Feng Ji stood up slowly: "I'll go over in a while, and I'll see what kind of mine array he has set up for me."

"Then shall I prepare?" The staff officer also stood up.

Feng Ji looked at him with his hands behind his back and said, "The stubborn Yan Hu is also on the island. Of course you have to prepare."

The staff officer nodded slowly.

…

In the morning, Xia Dao was hazy and the visibility was extremely low.

A general dialed Li Bokang's number privately.

"explain!"

"General Staff, we just received an order. Commander Zhou wants us to..." A general narrated to Li Bokang in a low voice.

North wind outlet.

Qin Yu sat in the headquarters, turned to the guard officer and said, "Bring me another cup of coffee."

"You can't drink anymore, Commander-in-Chief...you have already had four drinks." the guard officer advised.

Qin Yu let go of his palms and stood up. His palms were filled with sweat. He was very nervous at the moment...