District 9

Outside the Draken Mountains, inside the Feng family camp.

Feng Ji sat on the chair with blank eyes, his cheeks were pale and shaped like sculptures.

Next to him, a staff officer held Feng Lei's death notice and the death report of 103 Hukou. He wanted to open his mouth to report several times, but in the end he held it back.

After thinking for a long time, the staff officer placed the notice and report on the table, saluted and shouted: "Commander, our personnel have recovered the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers and officers, and are currently returning to the forward position for defense."

"Get out... get out." Feng Ji stuttered back.

The staff officer turned to look at the people beside him, winked at the other generals, and everyone left together.

Everyone left, and the headquarters war room seemed very deserted. Feng Ji was sitting alone on a chair. After being silent for nearly two or three minutes, he suddenly felt a violent vomiting sensation in his stomach. He stood up suddenly, covered his abdomen, and pushed out the filth in his stomach with a loud sound. The thing spat on the ground.

Feng Ji had no tears, or even the feeling of wanting to cry, only the strong physiological reaction caused by extreme sadness.

He vomited for a long time and slumped on the ground holding the chair, his eyes were scarlet and blood slowly flowed from his nostrils.

From being a famous patriotic general in the three major regions to today, he has lost his father, his brother, many relatives, and now he has no son...

He stared blankly at the empty room and the cold door of the large barracks, like a walking corpse whose soul had been taken away in an instant, sitting motionless.

Feng Jizhi's situation today may make people applaud, but it may also make Feng family members and Feng generals feel distressed, because in their hearts, after Feng Chengzhang was defeated and died tragically, the only person who protected everyone was this war criminal, this traitor , whether it is passively waiting for the war, or whether it is dawdling on the battlefield, all Feng Ji wants to protect are family interests and factional interests.

But if you think about it carefully, would Feng Ji's situation today be another ending for many people?

If Xiang Zehao had not chosen to join the coalition, let alone stick to his beliefs, but had chosen to side with his family, what would be his outcome today?

And Gu Yan, Chen Jun and others, if they choose the second path, what will be the result?

In this era, every decision of every person standing in the limelight may affect the rest of their lives and the future of many people.

Many things have been dug up and crushed into details. Who can really tell right from wrong and judge right from wrong?

That night, Feng Lei's body was transported back to the camp. Feng Ji stayed with him in the morgue tent all night. The next morning, he personally lit the military incinerator and cremated his body.

Light it with your own hands! !

…

Jiang Xiaolong's plane landed on a small island about two thousand kilometers away from District Four.

Because this island is so small, it has no name on the map after the Era, only a geographical number, so it is very strange and unknown to ordinary people.

However, for the military intelligence and security departments of certain regions, this place is very eye-catching and famous because there is a group of private armed forces called css who do extreme things.

Jiang Xiaolong came here today just to help Coco talk about something with this organization. The acquaintance between the two parties comes from the fact that the old friend's tea house is also well-known in the circle, and he had a regular cooperation with this CSS in the EU area.

Jiang Xiaolong was wearing a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very handsome and dashing as he boarded the off-road military vehicle on the island.

As the convoy rushed towards the main base on the island, Jiang Xiaolong glanced down at his phone and frowned.

"Is Drakken's war over?" the assistant asked tentatively.

"The fight is over, but the situation is not good." Jiang Xiaolong frowned and sighed: "If this trend continues, I will really have to play a role here."

"Mr. Jiang, there is something that I don't understand." The assistant was silent for a long time, but couldn't help but said: "...You said that we are originally doing business. Although due to some business expansion, it is inevitable that we will have to deal with some political parties. Dealing with each other, but...but I personally feel that there is no need to get involved so deeply."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Xiaolong asked with a smile.

"I just think that Mr. Yu's strategic layout is a bit too big, and the entire capital has been completely tied to the political chariot. I'm afraid that many things will get out of control for you in the future." The assistant sighed and said, "I'd rather I’m afraid, you can’t help yourself.”

Jiang Xiaolong put his hands in his hands, turned to look out the window, and replied calmly: "Before I completely decided to support Teng Bajun, Coco had an appointment with me for a talk."

"What did you say?"

"She advised me to withdraw my shares, liquidate my funds, leave my old friends, and not to get involved in deeper political games. To put it bluntly, she was afraid of injuring me." Jiang Xiaolong replied truthfully: "Later, I encountered that attack and suffered Seriously injured, she talked to me a second time, prepared more than a dozen private accounts in various districts, and wanted to return the funds I should have received, but I didn't agree."

The assistant was a little puzzled: "Mr. Jiang, why don't you agree? The rise of a nation and fighting a war are what the government should do, not the responsibility of commercial organizations! We do a good job in the economy and bring money to our hometown. This Even a conscientious entrepreneur.”

"Haha." Jiang Xiaolong grinned, looked at him and said, "I think District 4 is an opportunity, a very good opportunity."

"I don't believe it." The assistant curled his lips and replied: "Before you joined the old friend, you didn't think much of money and career, and you never liked getting too close to politicians...!"

"You talk too much." Jiang Xiaolong looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If you could figure out my thoughts, you would have been the boss long ago."

Seeing Jiang Xiaolong's serious expression, the assistant reluctantly shut up and didn't speak.

After a long time, the convoy stopped in front of the CSS District 4 headquarters. More than thirty men in military uniforms, holding guns and organization armbands on their arms, lined up to welcome them.

This group of people has all skin colors and looks very messy, but from the weapons and equipment, it can also be seen that they are very rich.

"My friend, long time no see!" A white man in his thirties stepped out to greet him, smiling and extending his palm to Jiang Xiaolong.

"Hello!" The two sides met.

…

Summer Island.

Zhou Xingli is also very depressed because he has been very unfortunate recently. Not only did he lose Rogge, but Feng Lei was also sucked to death by him.

Feng Lei's order to announce the commendation to the entire army and Feng Lei's death notice were less than two days apart!

Destiny, why do you have to torture Commander-in-Chief Zhou who suffers from gastrointestinal disease again and again? !

Zhou Xingli frowned and sat in the office. After being silent for a long time, he said: "Feng Lei is posthumously awarded the rank of lieutenant general and is awarded the second army-wide commendation. Let the financial department allocate part of it to compensate for military expenses. According to the regular amount, increase it by 30% and allocate it to Feng Lei. Department of the Corps... Oh, by the way, we ordered the Fourth District to organize a funeral for Feng Lei, and make it grand. Except for those who have combat missions, all the main generals must be present to mourn."

"yes!"

"Oh... we have already won the battle. Why are you still chasing the mountain for fun?" Zhou Xingli chewed his teeth in anger, feeling depressed and confused.