District 9

Calling Beiguan, fifty rounds and 40 rounds of fire rushed into the door. The deputy director was also stunned.

After struggling for a while, who knows if these soldiers dare to hold fire?

If you don’t fight, will you lose face? How to complete the task given above to deny the opponent entry into the city?

Dilemma, no time to think, how to choose?

The people in the army quickly gave the answer. After ordering a company of soldiers to set up 40 fires, the commander of the other side immediately shouted: "All of them are here. The target is the Superintendent of Ximeng District. Enter the customs for me."

"Wengweng!"

For a moment, the sound of motors was surging on the road. A dozen pickup trucks ignored the hundreds of police officers on the other side and charged forward collectively.

The speed of the car was not very fast, but its attitude towards crossing the barrier was very determined. With the momentum of directly crushing those who blocked it, it broke through the gate railing and dispersed the crowd.

"Don't move, don't move!"

"do not move!"

As the pickup truck drove into the city, a battalion of soldiers charged together and drove more than a hundred police officers to both sides of the road with guns.

The commander glanced at the deputy director coldly, pulled open the door and got into the car. He took the military intercom and truthfully reported the situation to the staff: "We have successfully entered the city and are on our way to the designated location."

"Is there much resistance?" the chief of staff asked.

"There was some resistance, but it was overcome and there was no fire."

"Pay attention to three points: first, maintain discipline, don't make noises, don't blow horns, all convoys must keep low speed in residential areas, and don't alarm the people; second, with the Ximeng District Superintendent as the axis, outwards Radiate two kilometers and block all major arterial roads under martial law. If reporters come, do not have any communication with them, just say they are performing military tasks; third, if someone from the superintendent resists with a gun, the firing range must be controlled within these two kilometers. , cripple him within one minute." The chief of staff ordered in a very serious tone.

"Yes, sir!" the commander shouted immediately after receiving the accurate order.

…

Twenty minutes later, thousands of troops from three regiments marched straight into Ximeng District. Immediately after the troops dispersed, one and a half regiments controlled the perimeter and blocked the main road two kilometers away from the Ximeng District Superintendent. The remaining one and a half regiments spread out their troops and fired dozens of mortars. All vehicle-mounted howitzers were aimed at the Ximeng District Police Superintendent.

Inside the Ximeng District Superintendent of Police, the director had completely lost control of the situation. He just stood at his desk, holding the phone tremblingly and said: "Yes, the troops have arrived, and the cannons have been set up. I guess we really want to beat."

"They don't dare to fight." The head of the Hucha Police Station frowned and said: "If they fight, they are deliberately provoking a civil war. They don't dare to bear this name. Now they are just scaring."

"Leader, it's hard to tell. They have controlled the streets outside the superintendent." The director, who is from the bureau, said with a better understanding of the situation: "I think the matter is out of control, so I'd better call the general bureau... .”

"I will communicate with the headquarters again, and you wait for my news." The head of the police station stared at his eyes and said: "You remember, without orders from above, you must not compromise. Because you represent the police system, this matter Now it is no longer simply a question of whether Gu Yan kills people or not, but it starts from above."

"Okay, okay, I understand!" The director nodded repeatedly.

…

In Yanbei, in the office building of the General Administration of Government, one of the highest administrative agencies in the eight districts, the second-in-command of the district stood at the window. After pondering for a while, he said softly: "Notify the capital garrison to enter a state of combat readiness, and notify the Propaganda Department to leave within one hour. The plan will be drafted within three hours, and we will immediately prepare to report on the mutiny of the troops in the first theater."

In the hall, dozens of senior officials stood neatly in the center. One of them raised his head and said: "General Commander, should we call the Asian League to clarify the reasons for the mutiny in the first theater and ask for their support? Lao Gu is doing these things now. It will definitely not be recognized by the Asian League.”

"Lao Gu is holding a kitchen knife in his hand and is pretending to be a gangster." The chief waved his hand: "The matter hasn't reached that stage yet. He wants to show his cards, but he definitely doesn't dare to move first. We're trying to figure it out with him. "

"Chief, there is a call from District 9 asking about the situation in Yanbei."

"Chief Commander, the Seventh District Government Affairs Bureau called and asked if we need military assistance..."

"Thank you when you deserve it, and reply when you deserve a reply." The general manager clasped his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Speak more relaxedly, don't make yourself nervous."

"clear!"

"clear!"

The two executives nodded and walked out the door.

The commander walked a few steps back and forth in the room and ordered again: "Pull out the two brigades from the World War II area and go back to Yanbei for a stroll. At the same time, call Lin Yaozong. I want to talk to him."

…

After a regiment and a half of the Ximeng District Superintendent of Police entered the attack position, the commander led a battalion of soldiers and rushed directly into the Superintendent.

"Hooraa!"

Four to five hundred police officers on duty, all loaded with guns and ammunition, rushed out, holding automatic D-rifles and RPG launchers in their hands, and nervously faced the group of soldiers.

"What the fuck, get out of the way!" the commander shouted with cold eyes.

No one moved.

"You are too arrogant. This is part of the police system..." A leading captain-level police officer was about to lead the team forward.

"Crazy? I'll fucking let you know what arrogant means!" The commander directly drew his gun and raised his arm.

"Kangkongkangkang!"

Three gunshots were fired, and the opponent's body armor was penetrated, blood surged from his chest, and he lay directly on the ground.

The four to five hundred police officers were all confused, because most of them thought that the troops would not dare to take advantage of the situation.

upstairs.

The director stood at the window, listening to the sound of gunshots, and was stunned for a moment: "Really...really fucking opened fire?!"

"I received an order to attack," the commander stood in the compound, pointing at the ground and yelling: "Bet you on me, do you dare to shoot? I'm a fucking soldier, do you think I dare or not?!"

"Open the safety and move forward. Anyone who stands in the way will be killed directly." The adjutant immediately waved his hand and shouted.

"Hooraa!"

All the soldiers of a battalion pressed forward, forming an orderly formation like tofu cubes.

…

The war room of the Third Field Army of the First Theater Zone.

Uncle Gu was smoking a cigarette and sitting next to the battle map, frowning.

"Hucha opened fire." The adjutant ran over to remind him.

Uncle Gu blew out two streams of smoke from his nose and nodded slightly.

Next to the long and narrow conference table, the chief of staff had to deal with five or six constantly ringing phones, and he was so busy that he was covered in sweat.

"Okay, I understand. I'll give you news in two minutes." The chief of staff hung up the phone, turned around and said, "The garrison has moved."

Uncle Gu stood up, pondered for a few seconds and said, "Get me the call from the garrison commander."

"Yes!" the signal soldier shouted immediately.

"In the World War II zone, their two brigades have also moved and are heading back to Yanbei." The chief of staff glanced down at the main events recorded by his deputy, and added again: "Also, the chief called Lin Yaozong, maybe There will be a meeting.”

"He's betting that we won't dare to fight." Uncle Gu lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"Commander, the phone call of the garrison is connected." The communications soldier shouted.

Uncle Gu's face remained calm, and he reached out to answer the phone: "Old Huang, what do you mean? If I make some noise, you won't give me any favors?!"

…

On the road in the planned area.

Qin Yu, Er Zhu, Cha Meng, and Xiao Bai spent money to buy a car in the living village and rushed towards the Zhu family ranch.

At the same time, more than a dozen off-road vehicles were coming here on the northern highway.