The night is like water, the sky is dotted with stars, and it is as quiet and peaceful as pebbles.
Feng Zhiyong's residence.
The leader of the war faction, holding an envelope, walked around the room as if facing a great enemy. His expression was a mixture of hesitation, struggle, and surprise. Even his face was flushed red, and it was obvious that he was extremely uneasy at the moment.
"Colonel, you never show your emotions, and you have long developed your power. Why are you so flustered now?" Han Qiang, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, said when he saw Feng Zhiyong walking around.
Han Qiang, an aide to Feng Zhiyong, is only at the ordinary bronze level in strength, but his power is second only to one person and above ten thousand people. He holds the lifelines of hundreds of thousands of pro-war factions.
At this time, there were only four people sitting in the room, but the identity of each of them had a significant influence in Qiaodong.
Feng Zhiyong, Han Qiang, Zhou Xian, Tian Xuefeng;
These people have important positions and are very busy every day. And tonight, Feng Zhiyong called them together, which shows what happened that made it difficult for him to make a decision.
"How could I not panic? Chen Feng wrote to me saying that Li Chuan was killed. This was already a big deal, but he also said that Li Chuan was a believer of the devil and the murderer of the massacre in the city. In addition, Hong Jiuling and even all his subordinates are suspects. How serious is this matter?" Feng Zhiyong stood up and walked back and forth.
"If you ask me, just kill the fuck out of him. It's just one life anyway. I think that old bastard Hong Jiuling has been unhappy for a long time. I'll place the magic crystal cannon in front of his house. With the colonel's order, he will definitely be wiped out without a single person left!" A defiant voice interrupted Feng Zhiyong's narration.
Tian Xuefeng is a bald old man in his fifties with a pair of hooked noses that have a bit of Western charm. His eyes are sharp and sinister like a hawk, flashing with ferocity at all times. He has been in the army for half his life and has been in the military for nearly forty years. He has seen all kinds of storms and has extremely rich experience. In addition, he is also a famous gun god. The power of an ordinary pistol in his hands can be increased several times, or even more.
In addition, he also has the ability to absorb souls and seal them on weapons, increasing the destructive power and lethality of the weapons, greatly increasing the soldiers' chances of survival.
Han Qiang looked at Tian Xuefeng, pushed his glasses aside, and said calmly, "Everyone knows now that being pro-war and conservative are like fire and water. This is not a simple battle. Once there is a mistake, a big fight will break out in the city, and the ordinary survivors will suffer! Or have you forgotten the lesson you learned before?"
When the conservatives first appeared, Feng Zhiyong also tried to suppress them. When necessary, he even strictly prohibited the distribution of food rations to those who participated in the conservatives. Everyone originally thought that this would make the survivors afraid to act and give up joining Hong Jiuling.
But who could have thought that this would cause a riot. No one knew what had bewitched them, but a group of diehards attacked the granary. There were only a few hundred people originally, but a single spark can start a prairie fire. The end of the world was approaching, and people's hearts were already depressed and in pain, and during the riot, people's hearts began to change.
Catharsis!
The riots were like a catharsis, causing more people to participate in looting, smashing, burning, robbing, and plundering. They were simply committing all kinds of evil! When the war faction finally suppressed the rebellion, the death toll alone reached more than 3,000 people!
A terrifying number.
It was also from that time that the pro-war faction fell into a disadvantage, and Hong Jiuling gradually gained the right to speak.
The riot happened too suddenly, and there were even professionals involved. Everyone knew that this was a conspiracy against the war faction, but what could Feng Zhiyong do? Would he really order people to pick up machine guns and shoot at the crowd? If so, it would only cause greater panic.
After experiencing this bloody scene, Feng Zhiyong suffered a memory that he could not bear to recall. That was why he was so timid, fearing that he would make the same mistake again if he took a wrong step.
"Not taking action? Are you just going to wait for death? That old bastard Hong Jiuling has been eyeing the position of colonel for more than a day or two, right? Han Qiang, I find that you have bad intentions and you don't have any courage at all. It seems that you have been sitting in the position for too long, and it's time for you to move out." Tian Xuefeng tilted his head, still as domineering as ever, and opened his mouth to remove Han Qiang from his position.
"Old Tian, please be careful with your words. We should be united now and face the outside world. If you say that, the enemy will laugh at you." At this time, Zhou Xian, the last person in the room, spoke up.
Compared with before, Zhou Xian now looks like an immortal. Although his face is covered with wrinkles, his skin is as delicate as that of a baby's, as if he has returned to youth, giving people an indescribable feeling.
He and Tian Xuefeng have different temperaments. Although both of them are calm and composed, Tian Xuefeng exudes a rebellious and domineering aura, while the old man gives people a sense of worldly wisdom. Tian Xuefeng sat with him. In terms of momentum, Zhou Xian was slightly better.
Zhou Xian’s ability is “Iron Painting and Silver Hook”. Although he is quite old, his strength is at the peak of Silver level. Although his tone is as calm as the wind, it gives people a sense of swallowing mountains and rivers and the majestic momentum of holding thousands of miles of plains in his hands. This is a level higher than domineering.
I have long since lost sight of all wisdom.
Tian Xuefeng's eyes flashed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table. He was not afraid, but said indignantly: "Mr. Zhou, I am not targeting Han Qiang. What time is it now? It is a matter of life and death. If we don't take action now, do we have to wait for Hong Jiuling to ride on our heads before we resist?"
"Tian Xuefeng!" Feng Zhiyong frowned, obviously a little angry.
Tian Xuefeng and Feng Zhiyong were old acquaintances. When they saw this look, they knew that the other party was really angry, so they shut up and stopped talking.
Feng Zhiyong sighed and said to Zhou Xian, "Mr. Zhou, you are the oldest and have the most experience. I would like to hear your advice."
Zhou Xian raised his eyes slightly and said, "I agree with Lao Tian's suggestion. Let's take action and suppress Hong Jiuling!"
What?!
The faces of the people in the room suddenly turned a little strange. They had not expected that this usually calm old man would agree to such a risky idea.
"What Old Tian said is right. Qiaodong is facing a life-and-death situation. Hong Jiuling is too arrogant. I think he has the look of a wolf. His situation is already determined. In addition, the casualties caused by the zombies attacking the city are heavy, which gives Hong Jiuling an opportunity to fight against the war. If the situation gets bad, we will be completely passive." Zhou Xian said softly.
"Mr. Zhou, I understand what you mean, but there are too many things involved now, and I'm afraid..." Feng Zhiyong was still a little hesitant while speaking.
"You can only gain if you give up. If Hong Jiuling is really connected to the devil, suppressing him is to get rid of harm for the people. If not, he goes against our beliefs. He is not a friend but an enemy. Suppressing him can help the survivors regain their wisdom and understand the way of the world. There is no point in escaping. If you want to live, you still need to face and bear the consequences."
After a pause, Zhou Xian spoke again: "What's more, this time, we have Chen Feng's help. Hong Zhuang also said in the letter that Chen Feng has many talented people under him. It was thanks to him that he killed Hong Jiuling's minions. Now that the conservatives have lost a powerful general, this is our best chance. Colonel, make a decision. Don't miss the opportunity and it will never come again!"
At this point, several people were so excited by what Zhou Xian said. No one could have imagined that Zhou Xian would be so determined.
Feng Zhiyong's body shook, and then he slowly clenched his fists.
"Opportunities will never be lost... Once lost, they will never come back... The words in Chen Feng's letter are true and must not be groundless. Besides, Hong Jiuling's anti-war sentiment is indeed strange. Qiaodong is my root, and I can't let anyone destroy it."
Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyong took a deep breath and said loudly: "Notify Chen Feng. When he comes back, we will suppress Hong Jiuling together and restore peace to Qiaodong!"
A few people looked at each other, then bowed down and prepared to...