An Zecheng gently instructed: "Go and take a rest. When you wake up, everything will be over."
After saying that, Lao An hung up the phone neatly. Su Tianyu sat in the chair, a little dazed.
Since his debut, Gou Liuzi has never been protected by anyone except Lao Li. Everything he has now is basically earned by his passion, recklessness, and wisdom.
But this feeling of being "cared for" is pretty damn good.
Su Tianyu sat there, thought for a while, and said to himself: "Okay, just watch the fun, it's good."
After saying that, he stood up and left the small room, and went straight back to the conference room. As soon as he entered the room, he instructed Gu Baishun: "Notify Xin Xiaodong, tell him not to move, not to stretch his neck, and to lie down in the Haiyan Pit obediently!"
"Okay!" Gu Baishun nodded, reached into his pocket, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
…
Five minutes later, Haiyankeng defense area.
Xin Xiaodong put down the phone, still muttering, "I didn't move at all, and I wasn't even allowed to stretch my neck. Isn't this calling me a cuckold? Did I offend my boss? Is there some deeper meaning to this? Is he saying that I'm too conservative...!"
Fei Pingsheng, who was standing by, came forward and asked softly, "What instructions do you have from above?"
Xin Xiaodong looked a little strange as he conveyed his orders to everyone.
Soon, the entire Renmin Army huddled in the defense line, quietly waiting for new orders from their superiors.
…
At twelve o'clock in the night, a row of military vehicles drove into the front-line position of the Anxi.
After a while, An Zecheng walked into the tent with the chief of staff and the guard regiment.
The tent was full of generals and officers of all levels of the An faction, who were discussing the next tactics around the sand table.
When they saw An Zecheng coming in, all the officers turned around, stood up straight, put their legs together in a straight line, and saluted him: "Commander!"
An Zecheng put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly at them.
A division commander in charge of the front-line command came over quickly and asked, "Commander, Jiang Yuanzhen has been brought here. Do you want to meet him now?"
An Zecheng thought for a moment and said softly, "Okay, let's meet."
"Okay." The division commander immediately called the guards and asked them to bring the person over.
An Zecheng sat on a chair in the tent, drinking tea and listening to the officers reporting to him.
Not long after, the tent curtain was lifted and Jiang Yuanzhen was carried in by two soldiers.
At this time, Jiang Yuanzhen's uniform was in disarray, his body was covered in dust, and his hair and face were covered in blood, which had already solidified.
His hands and feet were handcuffed, and he looked extremely miserable, completely different from the majestic Major General Jiang who shouted that he would crush the Ping An faction two hours ago.
An Zecheng took a sip of tea, glanced at him, and said softly, "Sit down."
A soldier brought a chair, helped Jiang Yuanzhen sit on it, and took off the handcuffs on his wrists.
Jiang Yuanzhen glanced at An Zecheng with a cold look. Then he reached out and picked up the cigarette box on the table and lit a cigarette.
An Zecheng ignored him and sat with his legs crossed while drinking tea. The other officers in the room also kept silent, only looking at Commander Jiang coldly.
Jiang Yuanzhen took a puff of cigarette, as if he had regained some strength. He pointed at An Zecheng and cursed, "Damn it! You are a complete villain! Even if you catch me, I won't obey you! Longcheng is in such a complicated situation because of you troublemakers! Sooner or later, you will become the sinners of history!"
An Zecheng looked at him calmly and ignored him completely. If he said one more word to this extremely embarrassed Commander Jiang, he would lose.
The division commander next to him couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over with a gloomy look on his face. With a snap, he pulled out his service pistol from his waist, pointed it at Jiang Yuanzhen and cursed: "You are a defeated general, what are you pretending to be?! Don't you agree? Come on, come out, I will fight you alone!!"
As he was about to take action after talking about his responsibility, he saw An Zecheng looking at him.
The division commander gritted his teeth, put away his gun, and stepped aside, but still looked at Jiang Yuanzhen with a cold gaze.
…
At the same time, a row of military vehicles were speeding along the road. Zhang Xunchen sat in the car, looking anxious, and kept urging the driver: "Hurry up, drive faster!"
The driver stepped on the accelerator, the speedometer kept jumping, and the engine made a heavy roar.
Zhang Xunchen took out his cell phone, made a call, and asked anxiously, "What's the situation with the First Army?"
An intelligence officer's voice came over the phone: "We just got the news. Jiang Yuan was threatened by An Zecheng and is rushing to the frontline headquarters of the An faction with his officers. Their entire army is sandwiched between the An faction and the Renmin Army. If they move a little, they will be wiped out and there will be no chance of escape. In addition, his father and his brother are in their hands, so he has no choice."
Zhang Xunchen frowned and asked, "Do you know the news about Anze City?"
The other party replied: "As for Anze Cheng, he may have already arrived at the front-line headquarters."
Zhang Xunchen was very upset when he heard this. He had a vague feeling that Anze City had been preparing for this for so long, and would definitely make a big fuss about this matter.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xunchen said urgently: "Keep asking."
"Yes!" The subordinate hung up the phone.
Zhang Xunchen put down his phone and urged the driver again: "Hurry up! Also, send a car to the front to communicate with the sentries along the way, so as not to hinder our progress!"
"Understood!" The adjutant sitting in the passenger seat took out the walkie-talkie and started shouting, asking other cars to go to the front to clear the way.
…
At a quarter past twelve at night, on another highway outside Longcheng.
Several military vehicles belonging to the Jiang faction drove out from the banks of the Long River and were speeding on the road, with rolling yellow sand and smoke behind them.
All of Jiang Yuanzhen's direct officers were sitting in the car, looking gloomy and silent. Among them, Jiang Yuan was sitting in the same car with the old chief of staff.
The two of them didn't look very happy either, especially Jiang Yuan, whose facial muscles twitched from time to time. He rubbed his face hard, turned his head and asked the driver, "How long will it take?"
The driver glanced at the map and said, "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, it will take about half an hour to reach the Anxi front line."
Jiang Yuan nodded and said nothing more.
The old chief of staff looked at him and advised him again earnestly: "Xiaoyuan, listen to me, you can't go."
Jiang Yuan's face turned pale and he turned to look at him.
The old chief of staff paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "If you don't go, we still have a chance. If you go, your father will die."
Jiang Yuan frowned, clenched his fists and said: "If I don't go, you..."
The old chief of staff reached out his hand and patted his leg gently: "Xiaoyuan, you have to believe my judgment. Old An must want to reorganize the First Army, and we can go there. District One will definitely protect our First Army, and An Zecheng won't dare to move! ! If he wants to do something reckless, Old Tan won't tolerate him, understand?"
Jiang Yuan's eyes were gloomy, his fists were clenched until the joints turned white, and he fell silent.
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At the same time, the garrison headquarters.
Tan Hengqiang walked into his office and picked up the phone: "Hello, Commander-in-Chief!"
"Hengqiang." The voice of the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Legion in District 1 came from the phone: "Have the two divisions outside the line been stopped?"
"Yes, I gave the order." Tan Hengqiang admitted frankly without dodging.
"Jiang Yuanzhen has had contact with the upper echelons, he...!"
"Commander-in-Chief!! The incident involving Jiang Yuanzhen's First Army is my family affair." Tan Hengqiang directly interrupted his immediate superior.
"… Hengqiang, whether it's family affairs or official business, as long as you are in the system, you must abide by the rules. It won't affect anything if you send reinforcements from District 1. Why do you have to make the atmosphere so tense?"
"Commander-in-chief, since you said so, I will be direct as well." Tan Hengqiang responded coldly: "District One bypassed me, contacted Jiang Yuanzhen privately, and opened fire in advance, creating a conflict with the administrative faction! This matter... is no longer a matter of separating the pot and the kang. This is someone pushing my head, Tan Hengqiang, into the fire."
"You're serious."
"…!" Tan Hengqiang chose to remain silent and did not respond.
"If we give up Lao Jiang and the First Army, who in the Chinese Corps will dare to work for the upper echelons? Who will dare to work for the Yidang faction?! This matter is very confrontational. If you don't compromise, it is very likely... it will cause a war." The commander-in-chief said lightly.
Tan Hengqiang was silent for five seconds, then responded in a resounding voice: "If the war begins, all of Longcheng will have flags with the word Tan on them!!"
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Three chapters completed.