Two days later, at around eight o'clock in the evening, there were still fourteen hours before the visiting group from District 1 arrived in Longcheng.
At the front-line base of the First Corps, Kong Zhengqi, wearing a Zhongshan suit with a bulletproof vest on the outside and a large armband with the words "Security Association" printed on it on his left arm, walked up to an office, knocked on the door and went in.
In the office, Kong Zhenghui was sitting behind the desk, concentrating on processing documents.
"Brother!" Kong Zhengqi shouted at him, and then said, "The notice has come down. We will start the range check tonight."
"Hmm..." Kong Zhenghui raised his head and saw the big Wei'an Club armband on his cousin's arm. He couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Why are you wearing this?"
Kong Zhengqi spread his hands and said, "We didn't want to wear it, it was required by the higher-ups, for a new spirit!"
Kong Zhenghui frowned and said nothing more.
"You should wear it too." Kong Zhengqi said, taking out a brand new big armband from his pocket and placing it on the desk.
"I don't wear this thing." Kong Zhenghui didn't even touch it, just waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go."
"good."
Soon, more than twenty military vehicles left the compound of the First Corps and headed towards Longcheng along the highway.
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An hour later, Longcheng, Fugang occupied area.
A row of military vehicles stopped on the side of the road. Kong Zhenghui pushed open the door, got out, put his right hand in his pocket, and looked at the buildings around him.
The buildings in the occupied area were not too damaged by the war, but there were still some shocking bullet marks on the buildings. This desolate and dilapidated scene was far from the Dragon City he remembered.
“Crash!”
Immediately afterwards, the doors of the surrounding military vehicles were opened, and hundreds of security staff members, wearing Zhongshan suits, wearing large armbands, holding batons in their hands, got out of the vehicles one after another. These people were spotless, with shiny leather shoes, and walked directly into the surrounding buildings.
Following behind them were more than 200 soldiers from the Chinese Legion, all wearing military uniforms and holding automatic rifles, helping to maintain order and safety.
Kong Zhenghui, accompanied by a dozen people, also walked towards a building. Outside the building, there were some neatly arranged barrels of supplies with the emblem of the District 1 Rescue Association printed on them.
When passing by, Kong Zhenghui took a glance and found that there was still more than half of the supplies in the barrel, and they were being consumed very slowly.
“Crash!”
Two soldiers, holding guns, walked in first.
The entire building was filled with garbage, and there was a rotten smell of stinky feet and feces, which made people feel physically uncomfortable. Kong Zhenghui stood at the door, paused for a moment, but still walked in.
The security personnel nearby couldn't help but cover their noses and followed them into the building.
The crowd walked through the dirty and messy hall and came to the second floor. They immediately dispersed and knocked open all the doors on this floor with a few bangs.
As the dazzling flashlight shone inside, everyone saw the large number of refugees living in these rooms.
They were all residents who did not have time to escape after the war broke out and were blocked here.
These refugees were pale and thin, wearing tattered clothes, sleeping on worn and dirty mattresses, and eating garbage picked up from the battlefield and some food found in surrounding residential buildings.
Only a few people had a section of supplies in front of them, but they all sat alone.
When the war reached this point, the hatred was unprecedentedly strong. Although many people had opposed the war before, facing the bombing and massacre in Area 1, they were numb and had nothing but hatred left.
Therefore, they would rather pick up garbage, or even take risks to search for supplies on the battlefield, than touch the supplies distributed in Area 1.
But some people just couldn't bear it anymore and brought some over. So after so many days, not much of the distributed supplies were consumed.
Kong Zhenghui stood in front of a room, scanning the scene inside without saying a word.
At this moment, a young man from the Security Association came up from behind him, holding a baton in his hand, and banged on the door a few times, shouting at these people: "Come on, come on, get up! We have arranged other places for you to stay. Hurry up and line up to get out!"
The refugees raised their heads blankly and sat on the ground without moving.
"Fuck, can't you hear me?"
The young man pointed his baton at them and yelled, "Get up, all of you! Let's go! Do you hear me?"
The refugees in the house stood up silently, picked up their worn-out bedding, gathered up some daily necessities scattered on the floor, and staggered out.
The young man looked at them and urged them again, "Hurry up, don't dawdle! Also, clean up everything on the floor, don't leave anything behind, or we'll have to check it later."
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "You are wearing armbands, you are awesome, I will listen to you."
The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at the crowd queuing to leave, and asked, "Who shouted?"
The crowd walked out woodenly, and no one responded to him.
At this moment, someone in the empty corridor was heard cursing, "Fuck you! If I didn't have any bones, I wouldn't necessarily live worse than you!"
The young man heard it clearly this time, and immediately pointed at the crowd in front and shouted, "Old man in front, stop right there!"
In the crowd, a dirty old man in his sixties with gray hair stood up and pointed at the young man's nose and cursed: "Fuck you, why are you standing up? I'm already sixty years old, I've lived enough, just kill me!"
Veins all over the young man's forehead, he pulled out a pistol from his waist, clicked the bolt, and cursed through gritted teeth: "You're calling me by my number, right?!"
At this time, Kong Zhenghui held the young man's hand and shouted at him, "Stop it!"
Many Chinese present chose to remain silent. The young man glanced at the old man, put down his gun in dismay, and said nothing more.
Someone in the crowd pulled the old man twice and brought him back to the team.
That night, a large number of refugees quickly gathered on the streets and were driven out of the area and moved to another area under the takeover of the troops.
After a few hours, the area was completely cleared.
…
At the same time, on another street, several military vehicles slowly stopped by the roadside.
Soon, a group of people wearing special combat uniforms under Yuan Biao walked down. One of the leading men pointed at the surrounding buildings and said, "The boss said that we are responsible for everything from Southeast Street to Hong'an Road. From now on, check them one by one. If there are refugees, don't worry about it. Just call the Security Council and have them come over to deal with it. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
After the briefing, each group dispersed and checked the surrounding buildings.
At this time, a thin young man jumped out of the last military vehicle, turned his head to look around, and then waved towards the car.
A man got off the co-pilot seat, carrying a long and narrow tactical bag, and followed him silently. Under the moonlight, the man's face gradually became clear. It was Yao Doudou.
"Come on, follow me."
The young man led him across the street and soon arrived at an alley next to a building.
The two stopped walking, and the young man pointed at the building and whispered, "Your position is here. The building is now empty, but it will be occupied soon. Although we are still in charge of this area tomorrow, the entire area will be under military control in the morning. Therefore, you must stay here tonight, and you are the only one. Remember, before the event starts, don't make any noise or stir... Otherwise, not only you, but all of us brothers will be finished."
Yao Doudou said in a deep voice: "I understand. Give me the ammunition."
The young man immediately took out a long string of ammunition bags from his waist and handed them to Yao Doudou. Then he took out the key and opened a remote side door of the building: "Okay, you go up."
Without saying a word, Yao Doudou turned around and went into the building, then quickly ran upstairs along the fire escape.
It took a full twenty minutes for Yao Doudou to reach the rooftop.
He faced the cold wind, looked up at the towering iron tower on the roof, turned his head to look at the surrounding scene, and slowly put the tactical bag on the ground. Then he turned off the communicator, lay down, looked at the sky, habitually put a betel nut in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
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Meanwhile, downstairs.
The young man who brought Yao Doudou here, sitting in the military vehicle, called Yuan Biao on his personal cell phone and said to him, "We're here, we're investigating."
Yuan Biao paused for a moment and ordered, "Be serious, don't be careless."
"knew."
The two hung up the phone.
On the other side of the phone, Yuan Biao sat in a dim room, put his phone on the table, rubbed his face hard, his expression a little dull, and fell into silence.
…
That night, Kong Zhenghui and others were busy until after midnight before they completed the control of the area and reported to Lu Zhen.
After Lu Zhen hung up the phone, he began to meet with reporters to warm up for tomorrow morning's activities.
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At the same time, outside the city of Bana.
Tan Mingchao, wearing a military uniform, left the tent and walked towards the military vehicle next to him, preparing to go to the front-line base in Longcheng.
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind: "Ming Dynasty!"
Tan Mingchao turned around and saw his father, Tan Hengqiang, standing hunched in the cold wind, looking at him. He frowned and immediately asked, "What's wrong, Commander?"
Tan Hengqiang did not step forward, but just stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the military vehicles, and shouted to Tan Mingchao: "It's okay... It's cold, put on two more layers of clothes."
Tan Mingchao was stunned for a moment, then changed his tone and said, "I know, Dad."