In a very hidden command post deep in the mountains near the border between Longcheng and Laomo.
This is the highest command post of the An faction's military at this time. After the defeat of Longcheng, An Zecheng himself secretly moved here and has been here for nearly five days.
The purpose of setting up the command post here is also very obvious. The location here is very good, and the real-time situation of the two battlefields of Lao Mo and Longcheng can be observed.
An Zecheng sat in his room and made a phone call for five or six minutes before finally walking out.
He was in a lounge, outside of which was the command center. The core generals of the An faction were gathered in front of a sand table, discussing in low voices.
Seeing An Zecheng coming out, his chief of staff immediately walked over and said to him, "Commander, Commander Tan just called."
An Zecheng immediately asked, "What's the matter?"
The chief of staff replied, "Supplies are in short supply in Longcheng, including medical supplies, combat readiness supplies, food, and water. Tan Mingchao's troops alone have been urged to deliver supplies several times."
An Zecheng nodded: "I was just about to tell him about this. Please help me pick up Lao Tan's call and I'll talk to him."
"good!"
Two minutes later, the call was connected. An Zecheng took the microphone and said to Tan Hengqiang: "The situation with the supplies is like this..."
…
In Longcheng City, in the non-occupied area, in a dilapidated building.
In one of the rooms, Tan Mingchao was wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform and a military coat, sleeping directly on the floor with cold sweat on his forehead. He had been resting for about two hours.
Outside the window, the originally intense gunshots were gradually becoming quieter.
Tan Mingchao opened his eyes, slowly stood up, put on his military coat, yawned lightly, and asked with a pale face: "Why are the gunshots outside getting weaker?"
Outside the open door, a guard commander wearing only a company commander's uniform heard the voice, walked in, and said to him: "The battle in Shangfang Street is over, and the enemy has withdrawn."
"Ahem..."
Tan Mingchao nodded and suddenly started coughing violently.
The head of the guard immediately turned around and shouted outside: "Hurry up and get some water!"
Outside the door, a guard came running over. His lips were chapped and his face was sallow. He said with some embarrassment, "Captain, the water was not brought back..."
The head of the guard glared at him and shouted, "Didn't I just tell you to go to Building No. 4 to get some water? Why are you so slow?"
"No." The guard shook his head. "We have been to Building 4. The water supply there has also been cut off. The brothers are searching nearby for other drinking water."
Hearing this, the head of the guard regiment was so angry that he cursed: "Damn it, when will the supplies arrive?"
Tan Mingchao had been lurking in Longcheng, conducting remote control command for many days. In the fierce war of attrition and the tragic offensive and defensive battles, their supplies were consumed very quickly, and now most of the troops had no supplies and were trying to find a way to solve the problem themselves.
At the same time, in the direction of District 1, after they controlled the occupied area, they immediately cut off the water, electricity, and material flow here, not giving Tan Mingchao and others any chance at all, in order to force them to withdraw from Longcheng.
However, except for a few scattered soldiers, no one above the platoon level in the troops led by Tan Mingchao left the battlefield without permission, and they were all fighting hard!
God knows what brutal battles and living conditions these soldiers experienced during this period.
Including Tan Mingchao himself, he had been suffering from fever for more than two days, with no medicine or supplies. The supplies they brought with them had long been consumed in the battle.
All the resistance forces in Longcheng are now fighting under such circumstances. The conditions are so harsh that ordinary people cannot even imagine it.
"Old Yu, forget it..." Hearing his guard captain cursing, Tan Mingchao waved his hand and said, "Go find Lao Chai. He has some painkillers. Please help me get two. I'm in pain all over. Also, after the fight in Shangfang Street, notify the troops over there to do a second rotation. Withdraw the people above and have them search for available supplies in the back."
"yes!"
The head of the guard immediately gave the order.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
Just as Tan Mingchao finished speaking, his personal cell phone rang. He glanced at the incoming call and answered it: "Hello? Ahem..."
Hearing the violent coughing, Xin Xiaodong's voice rang out on the phone, and he asked with a slightly teasing tone, "What's the matter, Mr. Tan? You don't sound healthy."
"Bullshit, I'm fine." Tan Mingchao tightened his military coat and immediately said, "I just had hot pot, and the seasoning was too salty."
Xin Xiaodong smiled and said, "I admire your optimistic attitude and your willingness to brag at any time! Come on, don't hold it anymore. I've heard about your situation. You have no water or electricity, right? Come to my place. I still have some stock!"
Tan Mingchao frowned and couldn't help asking, "Nonsense! What if the two commanders are together and they are caught in one fell swoop?"
Xin Xiaodong insisted, "Come if I ask you to. There must be a reason! Come quickly!"
When Tan Mingchao heard this, he was a little confused, and he didn't know what this guy was up to. But after thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, then I'll go, what will you treat me with?"
Xin Xiaodong joked, "My soldiers just found three pounds of seafood-flavored dog food at the pet store. We can split it in half."
Tan Mingchao smiled and said, "Okay, wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, he told his guard leader, "Let's go, let's get ready to escape and find Xin Xiaodong."
The head of the guard said with some concern: "Why do the two commanders need to be together? Is it possible?"
"Who knows what orders he received!" Tan Mingchao waved his hand: "But Xin Xiaodong is a man of few rules. He can't let anyone go hungry. Let's go find him."
"yes!"
…
At the same time, in a hidden position near the city of Bana.
Li Mingsheng is hiding here. His recent job is to resettle refugees from Longcheng to Bana City.
He walked out of his tent and turned to tell Li Yuan who was standing outside: "Notify the administrative department of Bana City that we are entering the city now."
Li Yuan was a little surprised and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you unwilling to enter the city?"
Li Mingsheng was silent for a moment, then he sighed slowly: "Alas, my life is getting worse day by day. Now he can mobilize me."
Li Yuan smiled when he heard this, guessing what was going on, and said softly, "Okay, I'll arrange it then."
After Li Mingsheng escaped from Longcheng, although he helped the refugees settle in Bana City, he himself was determined not to go in.
In his opinion, the defeat of Longcheng and the large number of refugees who left their hometown and sought refuge in Bana City were all the fault of the administrative unit and were his, Li Mingsheng's, responsibility.
Therefore, he didn't want to go into the city. This was the last bit of his nerve. But now things have changed, and he has no choice but to go in.
…
Six hours later, in Bana City, inside the Wartime Material Control Building.
In the entire building, nearly six to seven hundred staff members are working overtime to handle the tasks at hand.
In the office, the newly appointed director of the Control Department handed the newly printed document to his secretary and told him, "Send it to the Third Division's Allocation Department immediately and prepare it according to the list! Quick!"
"yes!"
After a while, the secretary hurriedly walked into the Third Company Control Department with the documents and handed them to the minister there.
The minister quickly approved the document, called the head of the material allocation team under him, and handed the document to him: "Hurry up, go and handle it!"
"clear!"
The team leader took the document and walked into his office. At this time, there were about twenty members waiting in the office.
“Bang!”
The team leader attached the document to the whiteboard next to him with a magnet, pointed at it and said, "Prepare according to the material list! Get ready to connect with the unit that will collect the materials! Quickly!"
More than twenty staff members immediately gathered around and started watching.
…
At the same time, at the Bana City Executive Hall.
The Administrative Reception Office received a notice that Anze City would enter the city to receive war supplies, and requested Bana City to prepare security measures in advance.
The Administrative Office immediately notified the local police superintendent and conveyed the document.
…
Another eight hours passed and Lao Mo arrived at the planning area.
At a stopover arranged by District 1, Yuan Biao received a call from Lu Zhen: "There is some clue. Get ready. I will arrange for someone to contact you right away."
"I understand." Yuan Biao nodded and hung up the phone.