At around two o'clock in the morning, Anzecheng, with his guard regiment, secretly entered the city under the protection of Banacheng, met with Dabai and the Minister of Wartime Material Control, and held a brief meeting.
The strategic materials currently being allocated can be said to be life-saving. Whether the remaining troops in Longcheng can hold on depends entirely on the delivery of this wave of materials.
Therefore, the two sides discussed the meeting in great detail, and had in-depth discussions on when the materials should be transported, where they should be delivered, protection along the way, where to meet them, and when they should be completed.
Although the allocation of this batch of materials is extremely important, no one expected An Zecheng to come in person to discuss this matter, and they were somewhat surprised. After all, it was an extraordinary period, and Dabai thought that the upper echelons could send a military advisor, and that would be the end of it.
It was a little after five in the morning, the sky was beginning to lighten, and the meeting finally came to an end.
Dabai stood up and took the initiative to say to An Zecheng: "General An, it's almost dawn, let's go have breakfast together?"
An Zecheng glanced at his watch and nodded: "Okay, that's troublesome."
"You're welcome. This way, please."
Everyone stood up and walked out of the meeting room under the protection of the guards.
As he was about to leave, An Zecheng seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head to Dabai and said, "Foreign Minister Bai, I have to trouble you again. Please ask Bana City to prepare four trucks of supplies, mainly daily necessities."
Dabai was stunned for a moment, but then asked: "Okay, where should I send it to?"
An Zecheng waved his hand and said, "No need to send it. I will use my guard regiment to transport it out directly. You don't have to worry about it."
"Okay." Dabai thought about it, nodded and agreed, then turned around and gave instructions to the director of the control department who was following behind him.
Ten minutes later, at the invitation of the Wartime Material Control Department, An Zecheng had breakfast with them.
Afterwards, around seven o'clock in the morning, An Zecheng followed Dabai and met with Chief Bruna alone. They began to discuss logistics and the construction of field hospitals and other related issues, because a large number of wounded soldiers were about to come down from the front line.
At around 11 o'clock in the morning, the guard regiment of Anze City, escorting four trucks of supplies, left Bana City first.
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At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Mo was in a small living town in the planning area.
A black car slowly stopped on a street in the town.
Yuan Biao only brought Ni Huan with him and walked out of the car. They were all wearing very ordinary sportswear, sunglasses, and beards, making some simple disguises.
The two of them said nothing and silently observed their surroundings.
People were coming and going on the streets, and cars were passing by from time to time. The whole town was as harmonious and peaceful as usual.
After confirming the surrounding situation, the two walked to a Mexican-style restaurant on the street, found a table and sat down.
There were not many people in the restaurant and the environment was very quiet.
Ni Huan ordered some food in the fluent local language, and then ate with Yuan Biao while waiting for someone.
Ten minutes later, a young man wearing a baseball cap pushed the door and walked into the restaurant.
He turned his head and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Yuan Biao and the others. He walked over and asked softly, "Gentlemen, are you from District 1?"
Yuan Biao raised his head, glanced at him, and replied in a low voice: "My surname is Kang."
Hearing these two words, the young man looked around again, bent down and sat next to the two of them: "Oral."
Yuan Biao ate and nodded with a very natural expression.
The young man then continued, "Number One is in the administrative hall of Bana City discussing refugee resettlement issues. It is not clear when he will leave. His accommodation should be a foreign affairs reception venue. We can arrange for your people to enter the city. Target Number Two is in Bana City to personally receive military supplies. He has a guard regiment with him, but it is not fully staffed, with a number of about 200 people. We do not know the specific direction, time, and where to receive this batch of military supplies. However, according to our speculation, Number Two should leave Bana City soon. Bana City should send out security personnel, but in order to keep it confidential, the number of people is estimated to be not too large."
Having said this, the young man paused for a moment.
Yuan Biao immediately looked at him and asked, "Where are the others?"
The young man thought for a moment and continued, "The current location of target number three is unknown, but target number two has allocated four trucks of supplies and has the guard regiment personally escort them. My subordinates suspect that this is a special plan and are currently investigating further. In addition, there is no news about the secondary targets... Dragon City is very chaotic and they don't contact anyone face to face, so we can't find any relevant information for the time being. If we want to find out, it will take a long time and may not be effective."
Yuan Biao thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "When did No. 1 and No. 2 enter the city?"
The young man immediately replied, "It was around midnight this morning."
"Um… "
Yuan Biao fell into deep thought again. This time he thought for a long time. Then he turned his head and looked around. He said to the young man, "Since we have already connected, let's communicate over the phone for more detailed information. You know the method."
The young man nodded: "Okay, I'll be the one connecting you anyway. You guys get ready, I won't bother you anymore. I'll call you if there's any new news here."
"OK!"
After saying this, the young man stood up, pulled his cap down, left the restaurant, and turned around to disappear in the sea of refugees.
Yuan Biao and Ni Huan stayed for a while, paid the bill, and left the restaurant.
After getting into the car, Yuan Biao turned his head to look at Ni Huan and said to him, "Old Ni, what do you think?"
Ni Huan thought for a while and said, "I think that number one is basically untouchable, and number three is hard to find. My personal suggestion is to just go after number two, after all, he is moving."
When Yuan Biao heard this, he frowned, thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "From the paper point of view, target number two is indeed interesting, huh?"
Ni Huan agreed: "Yes, I think it's safer to do him."
Yuan Biao didn't say anything else. He quickly started the car and drove away from the town.
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At the same time, in a conference room in Bana City.
"Okay, that's settled then. Thank you for your help, Mr. General."
The meeting was over, and Anze Cheng expressed his gratitude while standing up and extending his hand to Bruna.
Bruna also smiled and shook hands with him: "General An, you are too polite. This is what we should do."
An Zecheng said sincerely: "In that case, I'll leave the issue of the wounded soldiers to you."
"No problem, please rest assured, Dragon City." Bruna nodded, and then invited: "It's getting late, how about we have a simple meal together tonight?"
An Zecheng waved his hand and declined politely: "Thank you, but I'm in a hurry to go back, so I won't eat."
"Well, I wish you a safe journey."
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Lao Mo forward command base.
Zhao Weihu, wearing a military coat, walked into the operations room swearing, "Damn it! This Bahiacho is so slick!!"
"What's wrong?" Su Tianyu looked up and asked.
"The attack on the front line is not going well, and the casualties are a bit excessive." Zhao Weihu lit a cigarette impatiently, bent down and sat down and said, "Sixth son, we can't fight like this. We can't get out."