In a villa in Beijing, Zhao Ritian leisurely stared at the computer screen and watched various curses on the Internet. He picked up the red wine and took a sip:
"Xiao Hu, let the two dozen foreign cyber electronic countermeasures and propaganda staff members start to act as planned."
"Yes, boss, I have already notified you to go down." Xiao Hu nodded.
Zhao Ritian looked at Xiao Hu and said confidently:
"Do you know why Huo Qubing had to learn the art of enemy ten thousand people?"
"Chief, do you mean the art of war?" Xiao Hu asked tentatively. He admired the boss in front of him very much, because since he came with him, every battle of Zhao Ritian, whether it is a sea of swords, guns, or business wars, he has no disadvantages. Of course, he has become his most trusted subordinate.
"Perhaps it is called the art of war in the war years, but in the modern peace period, it is more appropriate to become a strategy? In this world, there are all kinds of people who are waving the flag and shouting, charging and fighting, but there are really few people who can really plan and kill the enemy. There are few, so only a strategy strategist is qualified to be in power and become a country’s decision-maker."
The overtone of Zhao Ritian's words is that he has the skill of tens of thousands of enemies, and what he has done today is only for the sake of face.
"Boss, if you do this, I am afraid that a storm of public opinion is likely to cause an uproar and even affect irrelevant people. Of course, Jiang Minghao will have to linger in the moral judgment and the strange eyes of others from then on."
Xiao Hu still has some worries in his heart. In fact, in his heart, he doesn't want to make the incident too much. Now that this action has started, he can only support his boss.
"Fuck it, it's over, Brother Hao, we have caused a big disaster, we are going to be traitors."
After listening to the news from Wei Debing, Wu Tian immediately panicked. Regarding the traitors, our Longguo people have always greeted his 18th generation ancestors. This is about his own wealth and life. Can Wu Tian be frightened
"Fart, although I'm fucking, but his mother will never do anything to be sorry for the country, Wu Tian, what happened?"
Jiang Minghao instantly became nervous, his zombie-like face was dead, but it exuded a violent aura. Although he kept saying that his shoulders were too small to carry the motherland's important rules, he really let him meet, Jiang Minghao would still carry it without hesitation. stand up.
The momentum in the entire confinement room rose sharply, and Wu Tian clearly felt the coercion emanating from Jiang Minghao, as if the air pressure in the entire space had been evacuated, making people unconsciously suffocated!
"Wu Tian, you can go out and find someone from the spy company and ask them to organize a cyber naval force. I think I already know what they are going to do." Jiang Minghao's eyes flashed with light, it was the perfection of wisdom and strategy. Combine.
"Ah? Brother Hao, are you sure? I finally came in, and within one night, would you chase me away?"
Seeing Wu Tian's passionate look, Jiang Minghao gave a blank look and said: "Nonsense, do you want to be a traitor? I don't doubt your IQ, so you must have a way to get out."
"Brother Hao, I have a way, but what about you? Do you want to stay here?" If you go out alone, then Wu Tian's plan will be in vain.
"Me?" Jiang Minghao looked through the wall, watching the pouring rain outside, and said thoughtfully: "This is my battlefield alone. I don't want to drag you into the water, let alone fall into our motherland."
In fact, Wu Tian understood what Jiang Minghao meant. He vaguely remembered what Jiang Minghao said when he was parting in Nancheng: If it is not necessary, the brothers should not meet each other. Now what he meant was obviously that he wanted to face everything alone, but Wu Tian had no power to refute it. As a brother, he could only support it with practical actions.
The lieutenant colonel next to the confinement room has not touched the bed for two months since the Jiang Minghao incident. At this time, he was playing with Zhou Gong and he was very excited. A sudden'report' came from outside the door, and he was hardened. Shengsheng pulled out from his dream, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Say."
"Reporting chief, our commander invites you to come."
I saw Long Zhiwen's guard Xiao Zhang. The lieutenant colonel asked, "What is your commander looking for?"
"Report, you'll know when you arrive." Xiao Zhang didn't reveal a word to him, and directly reached out and made a gesture of please.
The lieutenant colonel shook his head helplessly. After all, the senior officials were crushed to death. Since Long Zhiwen called himself in the middle of the night, there must be something important, but when he entered the office, he saw a thick sheet of information on the desk. He was taken aback.
"Lao Long, is this information highly credible? Are you sure this kid Wu Tian is..." The lieutenant colonel opened his mouth wide, with an unbelievable look. He saw a lot of the Red Second Generation, and even some When Dai met such a thing, he avoided it, but Wu Tian went up to the cusp of the storm. This is nothing but death.
"Yes, I just got this information. It was sent from this kid's internship unit." From the first glance at Wu Tian, Long Zhiwen guessed that this kid is unusual, but after reading the information , He was still surprised, but what made him even more wondering was how Jiang Minghao, a small bastard, could let such a second-generation red and a genius with super high IQ die to save his life.
"Then Wu Tian should let it go or not?" The lieutenant colonel also understood Wu Tian's intentions at this time. Even if he hit the Zhao family boy, with Wu Shiliang's ability, it wouldn't matter at all.
"Let it go, of course."
In fact, Long Zhiwen and this picket lieutenant colonel knew in their hearts that this was a test of these second generations, especially in this online public opinion battle. Zhiwen's words made the lieutenant colonel dumbfounded.
"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I know that in the picket system, you have no name. Although I don't know where you are from, as comrades, especially now, I can see that you and I are brothers in the same trench," said Long Zhiwen Then, he passed a cigarette and continued: "The above means, you will personally escort Jiang Minghao to Beijing for trial the day after tomorrow."
Hearing the words behind Long Zhiwen, the lieutenant colonel was shocked, his hand shook, and his eyes fell directly on his pants with a fright. He patted it off and asked:
"Commander Long, what did you say? Escort?" After so many years of picketing, and getting into the position of lieutenant colonel, he still has eyesight and understanding. The word escort means the difficulties and dangers along the way. He naturally understands that he dares to confront the Dragon Army. It was definitely not an ordinary person who started it, and the superior meant that he was escorted by himself, obviously because he wanted to fish.
"Yes, escort."
Seeing Long Zhiwen's decisive look, the lieutenant colonel stepped forward, grabbed the Zhonghua on Long Zhiwen's table and pulled out a spot, and put the rest of the box and lighter into his pocket. Long Zhiwen was stunned. Why are the people at the picket office so rascal? However, when I thought about it, the lieutenant colonel's behavior clearly no longer regarded himself as a picket, but a soldier who was always ready to fight, and he suddenly enlightened, jokingly:
"I just finished saying that we are brothers. You old boy cheated me like this. Is there such a pair of comrades-in-arms? Don't leave me one?"
"Huh..." the lieutenant colonel took a breath of cigarette and spit out: "Old dragon, this may be the last pack of cigarettes I have smoked in my life." After speaking, he turned and left with his cigarette in his mouth. When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "Lao Long, somehow arrange a single room for me. It's been two fucking months. You let me sleep in the monitoring room every day. Is this the fucking brother?"
After hearing this, Long Zhiwen couldn't help but smiled and motioned to Xiao Zhang to make arrangements. In fact, he could also understand the suffering of the lieutenant colonel. As a picket, especially the picket leader of the provincial military area, he should be careful everywhere in the world, not only to guard against sugar-coated shells. , And even more to prevent sneak attacks and retaliation, but at least at this time, he is no longer a picket, but a soldier who is purely performing a mission, so his boldness, blood and strength as a soldier are undoubtedly revealed.
Everything was as Wu Tian expected. His information was quickly passed to the Border City Military Region, but what he didn't expect was that he was released less than four hours after he came in, outside the confinement room, breathing after the rain. In the fresh air, the whole person seemed to relax a lot. He knew that the real war had just begun now.
The next day, under the leadership of Li Yuhui, the eleven brothers of the spy company, who had the money to contribute money, and made great efforts, set up an electronic public opinion confrontation team in the Border Military Region, and the commander-in-chief of this electronic public opinion confrontation was precisely Wu Tian himself, Li Yuhui and Wei Debing were the staff members, and thirteen people were gearing up to get ready. At the same time, Long Zhiwen rushed to the capital one day in advance to contact all the old comrades in order to fight for Jiang Minghao's last chance. Before leaving, he handed all the guard company's squad to the picket lieutenant colonel to help him complete the escort. task.
"Brother Tian, they're attacking again." Wei Debing broke the noise in the computer room with a roar. The electronic soldiers who were chatting and laughing instantly fell silent, and their fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard.
A flash animation was circulated on major forums and video websites. The number of clicks exceeded 100 million within one minute, and the number of downloads exceeded 10 million. The animation content looks like this:
An old monk and a young monk descended to alms, passing by the construction site, and saw workers in work clothes working hard. The young monk asked, "Master, will the Buddha bless them?"
The old monk touched the head of the little monk and said, "They eat with their own hands, and of course the Buddha will bless them."
After walking for a while, the little monk came to the city and saw a woman dressed in coquettish clothes and a short and scumbag old man. The little monk asked again: "Master, then will the Buddha bless people like her? ?"
The old monk touched the head of the young monk again and said, "They rely on their own bodies to eat, and the Buddha will naturally bless them."
The old and the young two monks came to the battlefield again, watching the two armies fight each other, the young monk asked again: "Master, will the Buddha also bless them?"
This time, the old monk did not touch the head of the young monk anymore, but chanted Amitabha Buddha said: "All beings are equal. Although they depend on the lives of others to eat, they are also involuntary, and the Buddha will punish those who instigate them."