District 9

In the toilet of the underground air raid shelter.

Zhou Xingli sat on the toilet, stiffly loosened his collar, and looked up numbly at the dim light above his head.

Staring straight into the eyes, the light was a bit dazzling. At this moment, Zhou Xingli suddenly felt that he was so tired that he didn't want to take a step away.

Perhaps without Li Bokang's straightforward evaluation, Zhou Xingli would have been on the run with the people from the headquarters, but Li Bokang's words suddenly made him feel relieved.

Whether it was a civil war or an overseas campaign, Zhou Xingli always refused to admit defeat. He believed that the Zhou clique was only due to serious internal problems and the various corps could not form a strong cohesion, so Qin Yu and Lin Yaozong took advantage of it.

But now, when Zhou Xingli recalls some of his decisions and the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains, his heart is full of guilt and regret.

If you run away, where can you go?

Return to Yemen to meet up with Westbrook?

Do you want to listen to Ou Yi District’s accountability and endless curses again?

The loss of Xia Dao meant that the southern battlefield had already concluded. Even if he ran away, what would be the future of the Zhou system?

Since the beginning of the civil war, many old friends around Zhou Xingli have left. How many more people will die if the civil war continues?

That's it, the situation has been decided, and there will be no more wars overseas.

Zhou Xingli was sitting in the bathroom, and the blood that had been retreating for many years surged into his heart again.

"Let's go...!" Zhou Xingli sat blankly and suddenly shouted outside.

"Commander, commander, what did you say?" The general outside the door leaned on the bathroom door and asked.

"Zhiyong, let's go, withdraw the troops from Yemen, and take care of the people who are following us." Zhou Xingli closed his eyes and said concisely: "I'm right here."

"Bang!"

When the guard soldiers heard this, they raised their legs and kicked the door.

Zhou Xingli ignored the noise outside, slowly took out his pistol and pointed it at his temple.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and the general outside looked at the scene in front of him in shock, at a loss.

"At the peak of the Zhou Dynasty, there were more than 400,000 armies and hundreds of thousands of navy. Until now, corpses are everywhere and loyal souls have fled overseas. As the commander of the three armies, I have an unshirkable responsibility!" Zhou Xingli looked at everyone: "Everyone, I I can only die to repay my loyal soul and the generals for following me!"

"commander!!!"

the crowd shouted.

"You can die, but you can't be humiliated. I won't go back to the EU and be reviled by them!" Zhou Xingli closed his eyes tightly and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Kang!"

The gunshot fired, and blood sprayed on the wall, a bright red.

Zhou Xingli put clothes on Li Bokang, and Li Bokang's last words also covered Zhou Xingli with a shroud honorably.

Death is like a lamp going out. The moment Zhou Xingli collapsed in the bathroom, all the shining points and stains on his body will be finalized. His life will have its own time and history to judge.

…

On the battlefield outside the main building, gunfire exploded and shouts of killing continued. However, Li Bokang stood in the lobby on the first floor, carefully arranging his military uniform, looking as embarrassed as he did now.

After brushing off the dust on his body and arranging his hair, Li Bokang looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

There were violent footsteps at the entrance to the basement nearby, and a group of people ran up, with tears on their faces not yet drying up.

"The Commander-in-Chief of the General Staff committed suicide." An officer said with a trembling tone.

Li Bokang was stunned for a long time after hearing this, with a look of surprise on his face: "He is a mediocre master, but he is not without blood!"

"what did you say?"

"Let's go." Li Bokang looked at himself dressed appropriately in the mirror, turned around and walked towards the outside of the main building.

The officer caught up and said, "You are now the top leader of the Zhou Clan...!"

"I'm not here anymore. Whoever loves you is." Li Bokang waved his hand: "What I can do now is to block the enemy's attack. You can ask the people from the headquarters to withdraw quickly."

The officer was confused.

Li Bokang walked towards the personal guards waiting for him and asked them directly: "In the fuel depot, have the explosives on the main runway been placed?"

"It's been planted." Li Bokang's personal adjutant immediately nodded and said, "Commander Yan ordered it to be planted. It can be detonated at any time."

"Don't detonate it. The Zhou system is gone, so what's the point of doing this immoral thing?" Li Bokang said concisely: "Withdraw if you can."

"You...you won't leave?"

"The Chinese regime has fallen, where the hell can I go?!" Li Bokang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want me to work as a consultant for that idiot Westbrook?"

The adjutant was speechless.

After speaking, Li Bokang reached for the automatic rifle in the car and rushed down the steps.

Around the main building, most of the soldiers from the three districts who came over immediately noticed Li Bokang, who was wearing a general's tweed coat. Because his military uniform was too eye-catching and the guards around him were also very complete, he looked like he was no ordinary junior officer.

Li Bokang held the gun and walked forward without hesitation.

From the side, a battalion commander commanded the sniper and said: "Wound him, don't kill him! This is a high-ranking official. I want to capture him alive and bring him back to the three major districts so that he can be put on trial!"

"Da da da……!"

Li Bokang strode forward, raised the muzzle of the gun, and decisively pulled the trigger. The bullets swept around, sending up bursts of sparks.

Behind him, the security personnel who had been following Li Bokang all looked at him in silence.

"Kang!"

The sniper shot Li Bokang in the leg. The latter knelt on one knee on the spot, but immediately stood up with the muzzle of his gun on the ground, continued to walk forward, and continued to fire.

"Battal Commander, he wants to die!" the sniper reported to the battalion commander.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Bokang deliberately fired in the direction of the sniper with his gun.

Seeing his stubborn attitude, the battalion commander immediately shouted: "Forget it, kill him."

"Kang Kang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and Li Bokang was shot in the chest and fell to the ground again.

After a short period of silence, Li Bokang sat up on the ground, holding the gun with no bullets in his hand, and continued to point it at the soldiers in the three districts. He murmured with relief in his eyes: "... When the king dies, the minister dies! Zhou Xingli... I owe you I’ll give you all back!!”

After speaking, Li Bokang lowered his head and vomited blood.

In a daze, a pregnant woman appeared in Li Bokang's mind, waving to him.

During the last political fall, both Li Bokang and his wife were investigated by higher-ups. When the two were in extremely dangerous situations, Li Bokang's pregnant wife chose to commit suicide and took everything on herself.

Li Bokang was desperate and thought of committing suicide, but his wife said: "Old Li... you are an ambitious person... I died just to live for you... Wait for the opportunity, and you will realize your ideals and shine on the political stage!" "

His wife's words made Li Bokang choose to survive. He lingered just waiting for a chance to be reactivated.

However, fate in life is so unpredictable. After Li Bokang had been dormant for several years, what he was waiting for was the appreciation of Zhou Xingli, the only person willing to use him.

Zhou Xie's political stance and ideas were incompatible with Li Bokang, but he did his best to repay Li Bokang's kindness with his life.

When troubled times arise, talented people emerge in large numbers; when the strong wind stops, mountains of corpses appear!

…

An hour later, Zhou's garrison at the airport was completely disintegrated, and a large number of soldiers chose to surrender.

The 10,000 people brought by Xiang Zehao ended up being less than 4,000!

The battlefield quieted down, and Xiang Zehao, who was seriously injured, personally hung the military flags of the three major districts on Tower 1 in front of the main building.

The military flag fluttered in the wind and was quickly noticed by the aerial reconnaissance force.

In another twenty minutes, nearly a thousand planes arrived at Xia Island.

The crowd in the center of the airport, looking at the densely packed aircraft overhead, lined up unconsciously, saluted and shouted: "Northern Theater Division, 152nd Division, successfully completed the mission!"

Xiang Zehao sat in the tower, coughed twice, and stared blankly at the scorched earth at the airport: "...hundreds of millions of people, working hard for more than thirty years...finally planted the flag of our nation...at the farthest point on the map. A little bit!!! I have no regrets in this life...!"