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There has been some drizzle in the city recently, making this stable city in a chaotic era seem a bit depressing.

Perhaps because of the bad news about the war in Wencheng, the people in the city looked hurriedly, with fear on their faces, and ran towards their homes anxiously.

Yan Qingning walked slowly on the deserted street holding a paper umbrella. The damp rain rushed into his lungs with chill, forcing him to cough a few more times.

He walked against the flow of people towards the military, but was blocked by the dark barrel of a gun in front of the door.

"This is an important military area and no other people are allowed to enter!"

"Ahem..." Yan Qingning coughed a few times to relieve the itchiness in his throat, and slowly moved the oil-paper umbrella away, completely revealing his entire face: "Marshal Qin promised me that if I have any difficulties with the newspaper office, I will You can ask the military for help at any time.”

The two guards were stunned for a moment, then put away their guns and stepped aside with the utmost respect: "Young Master Yan, please."

Yan Qingning walked in slowly, holding an umbrella and looking extremely calm.

Previously, he was worried that Cang Xiaoliu's kid would have random thoughts, so he didn't directly say that his face was Qin Zhuo'an's token.

"Hey, what kind of wind is this? It actually blew out the young master who was well hidden in the commander's room?" Commander-in-Chief Xiao Shuo glanced at him with disdain and said mockingly: "You must warm the floor quickly. Come on, don't let the young master get caught in the rain and freeze to death."

Yan Qingning ignored his sarcasm, put away the paper umbrella, and explained his purpose straightforwardly: "I'm here to ask for the right to use the Anding District Broadcasting Station."

"I won't borrow it." Xiao Shuo lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, dusted off the ashes and said lightly: "Young Master, the radio in Anding District has always been used to broadcast the war situation in the military region, so that the people can have a good understanding of themselves for the rest of their lives. A tool for planning. Not a toy that lets you promote childish ideas."

"If the people need to plan the rest of their lives based on the war situation, can the people really survive?" Yan Qingning looked at him calmly and explained slowly: "In the process of the military's battle reports being transmitted from layer to layer, to a certain extent There will be delays and misinformation. And if the enemy forces really wipe out our sergeants, do you think they will give us a chance to deliver the real news?"

“If the front line is lost, there will be an opportunity for the enemy. Their technicians can intercept our telegrams and even tamper with them to provide us with wrong information.

When the troops are approaching the city, when the radio is useless and the masses are in danger, we have no possibility of fighting back. "

"What on earth do you want to say?" Xiao Shuo lowered his raised legs and held the cigarette between his fingers that was almost burning.

"I just want to prove that radio is not an irreconcilable necessity for the military." Yan Qingning responded neither humble nor overbearing, and explained in detail again: "Besides, radio is for the military, and what the newspaper wants is just It’s just a temporary right of use. It won’t cause too much hindrance to the military.”

"What's more, Marshal Qin once promised me that if the newspaper office has difficulties, he can ask the military for help at any time. Now, I am asking you for help in his name, and I sincerely ask for permission."

"After all, you are the eldest young master who has studied in school. He blocked me with his words." Xiao Shuo snorted coldly and put out the cigarette butt: "You are using the name of the commander-in-chief to make me your subordinate." , how dare you refuse?"

Although there was a hint of thorn in his words, he still reluctantly agreed with Yan Qingning's words and reluctantly muttered: "Bring someone over tomorrow and I won't stop you."

"I will let him come here by himself tomorrow. Now I want to ask you to find a car to take me out of Anding City."

"Tsk... Young Master, aren't you obviously trying to make things difficult for me?" Xiao Shuo clicked his tongue and snorted dissatisfied: "Who doesn't know that military supplies are very tight now? How can anyone have time to escort you out for a ride?"

Yan Qingning ignored his cynicism and added calmly: "I want to go to Wencheng."

"Young Master, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" Xiao Shuo stared at him with wide eyes, as if looking at some rare animal: "Wencheng is at the front of the battle line, and there are guns and explosives flying all over the sky. Then why don’t we sieve them?”

To be fair, although Xiao Shuo's words are not pleasant to listen to, I have to admit that what he said is the truth.

"I know, but I have to go there." The coughing in his throat came up again, and Yan Qingning put his hand on his lips to suppress it.

"I don't usually see that you have such thoughts about our boss?" Xiao Shuo stood up and paced in front of him, teasing him nonchalantly.

"I can make Qin Zhuoan win the battle in Wencheng." Yan Qingning turned away, unwilling to look at his stupid look.

"Huh?!" Xiao Shuo's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

The pain tore at his throat, irritating him so much that he couldn't help but frown: "I said, I can make Qin Zhuo'an win the battle in Wencheng."

"How did you win, please tell me in detail?" Xiao Shuo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he moved closer to Yan Qingning.

Yan Qingning slapped him away angrily, "Send me to Wencheng."

"Give it away! It must be given away!" Xiao Shuo came over in a flattering manner, "I admit that I was a little narrow-minded before, so you don't remember the faults of villains, just tell me!"

Xiao Shuo has always been accused of being brainless and careless. He became a commander just by relying on his brute strength and military exploits, so he is particularly envious of those who have brains.

"I'll tell you when I get back."

He really couldn't speak much anymore, and his suppressed coughing had already made his voice a little hoarse, but fortunately Xiao Shuo was always very nervous, so he couldn't tell.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements for you, little one." He thought he had Yan Qingning's consent and quickly sent people to arrange the relevant military supplies.

When Yan Qingning turned around and was about to leave, Xiao Shuo suddenly asked him: "Young Master, will we win?"

Yan Qingning looked back at him and whispered, "I will definitely do it."

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Wencheng border.

Since Qin Zhuo'an came to Wencheng, the dull and depressed atmosphere of the past few days has disappeared in the city, and there has been a bit more lively atmosphere.

"Quickly evacuate the people in Wen City who have no time to evacuate. Military doctors will take the wounded to safe areas. Those who are capable of action and dare to go to the battlefield will stay with me in Wen City."

Qin Zhuo'an calmly analyzed the current battle situation, and suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door outside.

"Come in." He stopped analyzing the battle situation and turned his head to answer the guard knocking on the door.

"Report to the commander-in-chief that Young Master Yan has arrived in Wencheng."