At this time, the atmosphere in the An faction headquarters was very depressing. The officers of the An faction stood on both sides, not saying a word, looking at Jiang Yuanzhen with gloomy eyes.
Jiang Yuanzhen sat on a chair, smoking a cigarette, staring at An Zecheng with bloodshot eyes.
As for An Zecheng, he sat there with a normal look on his face, drinking tea as if nothing had happened. He never communicated directly with Jiang Yuanzhen from beginning to end, as if he didn't take him seriously.
Jiang Yuanzhen was even more furious when he saw the other person like this, and felt insulted. He suddenly stood up, stretched out his hands, and with a snap, he directly knocked the teapot on the table away.
“Crash!”
A set of tea sets fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and the water in the pot splashed onto An Zecheng.
“Bang!”
The officers nearby could no longer bear it, and they pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Jiang Yuanzhen. However, An Zecheng gently waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and asked them to retreat.
An Zecheng's contemptuous look made Jiang Yuanzhen even more furious. He was beheaded at the beginning of the battle, which made him feel ashamed. Every pair of eyes in the room that looked at him seemed to be mocking.
Jiang Yuanzhen completely lost his composure, pointing at An Zecheng and angrily yelling, "F**k! What the hell are you pretending to be? After you entered Dragon City, you were like a dog, clinging to Tan Hengqiang's thighs and not daring to let go, not even daring to breathe! Now you run in front of me, putting on a cocky look. Do you think you won? I ask you, do you think you won?"
An Zecheng finally put down his teacup, glanced at him calmly, and asked in a calm tone: "What else?"
Jiang Yuanzhen wiped the blood off his face, frowned and shouted, "Even if you catch me? So what? Don't say I look down on you. I'm standing in front of you now. Do you dare to kill me? Do you dare? If you touch me, the troops in District 1 will open fire on Longcheng tonight! Tan Hengqiang will not let you go!"
An Zecheng looked at him with his hands crossed, without saying a word.
Jiang Yuanzhen was addicted to cursing, wantonly venting his emotions: "Fuck, how many soldiers are there in Longcheng? The garrison has been secretly expanded several times, but there are still less than 90,000 regular troops! Including the armed forces of the Huatong Society, the total number of troops does not exceed 150,000. I'm wondering, with such a small number of troops, why are you jumping? Do you think you can go against District 1? Or, will you be satisfied if we start another war of independence and involve everyone?"
There was still no response from Anze City.
Jiang Yuanzhen stood there confidently, and cursed at him condescendingly: "You will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history sooner or later! You are all a bunch of shameless politicians and speculators! I don't submit to you! If you give me another chance to lead the troops, I will kill your whole family!"
While Jiang Yuanzhen was cursing, a guard captain quickly walked into the tent, came to An Zecheng, and whispered something in his ear.
An Zecheng waved his hand, and the guard captain hurried away again.
Jiang Yuanzhen didn't know what they had in their hands. He was already very emotional at this moment. He continued to jump up and down, pointing at An Zecheng and cursing: "I'm telling you, An Zecheng! I don't want to continue talking nonsense with you now. Send me to the garrison headquarters immediately! I want to talk to..."
“Pah, pah, pah!”
A series of hurried footsteps interrupted Jiang Yuanzhen's words.
Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and more than 20 officers in military uniforms with decadent faces walked in and lined up in the tent.
Jiang Yuanzhen turned around and looked at them, and suddenly froze in his place, his face becoming very ugly. Because he was too familiar with these people, including his military chief of staff and his family's military commander, all of whom were his direct descendants cultivated by himself.
These officers certainly did not want to come, but they had no choice. Their own troops had been attacked from both sides along the Long River by the An faction and the Huatonghui Renmin Army. Resistance meant death. Moreover, once the troops were defeated, their families who had been transferred to the logistics units in advance would be in danger.
When guns are no longer enough to protect their wives and children, these people can only bite the bullet and stand up to take responsibility!
The winner takes it all, and who made them choose to work with Lao Jiang
Both sides were silent for a moment, Jiang Yuanzhen clenched his fists and shouted at them: "What are you doing here?"
The officers lowered their heads and said nothing.
Jiang Yuanzhen turned his head, glared at An Zecheng and shouted, "An Zecheng, what the hell do you want to do?"
An Zecheng didn't even look at him, but pointed at the officers and said, "I'll give you one chance, just once!"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuanzhen's eyes widened and he rushed towards An Zecheng like a madman: "An Zecheng! You fucking ..."
"Bang!"
Two guards stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Yuanzhen's head and arms, and pressed him hard on the table.
An Zecheng sat on the chair, pointed at his nose, and said lightly: "Jiang Yuanzhen, do you think I have ever regarded you as an opponent? Do you think I did this to curry favor with Old Tan? In this chess game, you are just a chess piece that is bound to appear! District One may come forward to protect you, but have they ever regarded you as a human being?! Kang Dinghuang used the poisonous casket as an excuse to stir up trouble in Longcheng, and the first one he wanted to use was your Jiang family!!! You have been in the business for half your life, and you are worse than a dog in front of your new and old bosses! For a piece of trash like you, what do you call yourself? What are you dissatisfied with? I have been waiting for three years, waiting for people like you to jump out. I tell you the truth, without your First Army flag sacrifice, how could Longcheng have the subsequent integration! Without your firing, would the garrison point the muzzle outside the line today?"
Jiang Yuanzhen was stunned when he heard this. These words had a huge impact on him and he was a little dazed.
An Zecheng waved his hand, and the curtain of the tent was opened with a swish.
A row of soldiers carrying automatic rifles trotted into the tent, stood behind the group of officers, and raised their guns.
The officers of Jiang's faction turned their heads in astonishment, their faces pale.
An Zecheng intervened and looked at the people in front of him, pointing at Jiang Yuanzhen's face that was pressed on the table and said, "I'll give you five minutes to write the materials! Whoever writes a harsh, truthful, and well-documented report on your former commander, I will guarantee that you will be fine!"
It's so quiet inside that you can hear a pin drop!!
Humiliation, humiliation that disregards dignity to the extreme! Jiang Yuanzhen listened to Lao An's words, trembling with anger, and glanced at his group of officers out of the corner of his eye.
"What's the matter? You don't want to write?" The commander behind An Zecheng frowned and asked.
Finally, one of the team leaders in the queue couldn't bear it anymore. With sweat on his forehead, he stepped forward and reached out to touch the paper and pen on the table.
“Xu Liang!! You’re a fucking beast! Without Commander Jiang, you’d still be cleaning the warehouse in the Veteran Regiment…!” A staff officer under Jiang Yuanzhen cursed hysterically.
“Swish!”
The commander of the An faction drew his gun, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger.
“Kang!!”
A gunshot rang out, and the commander who had been cursing fell to the ground on his back.