The solar system is broken

Time flies.

The writer's reminder letters were piled up on the table in Guangtai's office, and there was no news from them.

The 112th Regiment was in Hequ Industrial Zone, accepted changes, and expanded into a brigade. No. 12 Brigade.

It has 3 infantry regiments (including an armored battalion) and an artillery regiment, with a total of 6,000 people.

Then these 6,000 people were stationed in He meander belt for training.

As for the 111th Regiment stationed in Mengcheng, it was restructured into a reinforced regiment with approximately 3,000 people.

In addition, in Huicheng, another brigade, two infantry regiments, and an artillery battalion were deployed, with about 5,000 people.

(Mengcheng’s reinforcement regiment also belongs to this 11th brigade.)

The 11th and 12th brigades were combined into a first division with a full strength of 14,000 personnel.

In this way, Huo Shan perfectly explained about 12,000, which means there is only the right but not the left.

As for the officers of these armies, they are all promoted from front-line personnel.

This has led to a large number of young officers being promoted uniformly to one level, or even to the most exaggerated level, two levels in a row, to serve as senior officials.

In confusion, the writer was promoted to major general and appointed brigade commander of the 11th Brigade. An Lan was promoted to colonel and appointed deputy brigade commander.

(The military ranks of city-states do not have the rank of colonel, and the rank of writer jumps three levels.)

The commander of the 11th Brigade is Krissy, and the commander of the 111th Reinforcement Regiment is Murakami Liu (recommended by Krissy).

However, although they both belong to the First Division, they do not have a division headquarters because it is not necessary.

In addition, the city-state's air force also established an aviation regiment.

It has two bomber squadrons (10 bombers) and one fighter squadron (5 fighters and 3 reconnaissance aircraft).

(Of the 30 originally scheduled aircraft, 10 were cut off by the Congress on the grounds that the Army exceeded the quota.)

(But Huo Shan, a chicken thief, transplanted the deductions from the 10-A jet aircraft to the T-series helicopters and never suffered a loss.)

(Helicopters also established a helicopter squadron and stationed in Hequ. There are a total of 6 T-series helicopters.)

Adding up these military personnel, there are more than 20,000 people in total. Including the number of people serving in the war, the number is as high as 100,000.

This means that 1/8 of the population has been included in the war.

Of course, this is not all. You must know that the population of the newly hired city and Mengcheng area is not included in the city-state.

Including this area, the city-state's population may have exceeded 3 million.

This recruitment process lasted for more than two months.

It's December and it's snowing all the time.

But in order to form a battle, this time must be at least two months after the Chinese New Year.

So the war inexplicably stopped.

The commander of the 11th Brigade watched the snow at the top of Mengcheng City, sitting quietly and waiting for orders from Youzhou.

Looking at the six large pits by the river, Chrissy burst into tears.

Six N2 missiles exploded, and over two thousand people on the opposite side were killed.

The 111th Regiment originally wanted to attack immediately, but was stopped by Youzhou.

It's a pity that a lot of military merit was lost in vain.

At this time, everyone was idle except the air force who dropped bombs.

So all the ground troops looked at the planes in the sky and sat quietly waiting for the snow.

The bomber squadron bombed a circle of Tianzhen and another circle of Chaoge.

Many people were affected by the explosion, and the finances could no longer bear it, so they immediately called it a halt.

It cannot be said that there is no gain, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

The merchant army's field troops suffered almost no damage, but a lot of civilians died.

It was a failure for the military, and it was also a failure for the civil administration. After all, no one is willing to surrender to a regime that has a grudge against them.

To say this is nothing, the reconnaissance plane is even more arrogant.

Flying to the west and flying to Qishan at night, after flying to Qishan and flying to Dongshan, I didn't pay attention to the other side.

The businessman did not have anti-aircraft weapons, so he could only look at the planes in the sky with itching teeth.

However, there is a strange story. After an ultra-low-altitude ground-skimming Y2 reconnaissance aircraft landed, the mechanic found several small holes in the spare fuel tank on its butt.

This scared the mechanic so much that he checked it all night and found a twisted and deformed arrowhead in the gap.

One can imagine how arrogant these pilots were.

The battlefield fell silent.

As for Chaoge, starting from October, the civil war among the six families has basically ended.

The troops of the princes and kings were basically assembled, and they were far away on the south bank of the Han River. They did not dare to move forward at all.

City-states are clamoring for large-scale attacks with ultra-long-range weapons.

However, the emperor's master said nonchalantly that if the opponent really wanted to use this kind of killing move, they would never tell you in advance. The city-state is doing this just because the outside is strong but the inside is weak.

Emperor Master Zilan said that he must abandon all illusions and prepare to fight.

Peace can only be built on the sword of iron and fire. The price of peace without resistance is bound to be dismembered by the empire.

Zilan moved Emperor Shang out of Chaoge and far away to the south bank of the Han River.

Zilan's army prepared to fight to the death with the Youzhou army in Chaoge Mountain.

Fortunately, the city-state army's training was not in place, and military spending was overloaded, so the city-state army did not forcefully push forward.

The merchant army frantically destroyed roads, dug fortifications, and built city walls between Mengcheng and Chaoge.

Now the Shang Emperor is no longer thinking about how to survive the "dark night", but about surviving.

But at this time, there was a small episode.

Ziwei.

Guide the Zhou army to attack Xibi and capture Qiucheng.

The Zhou army even traveled all the way eastward to the area of ​​Gaicheng.

This was all a minor incident, and it didn't create much of a stir.

Although Youzhou has become quiet, it is not idle.

The oil wells in Huicheng were approved for mining.

It is expected that oil will be produced in half a year.

…

Hequ Railway Station.

The writer wore an old cotton coat, and Jingkes carried a suitcase. There were two burly men beside him, wearing black leather coats, standing behind him, which was very scary.

"Uh, are we being too showy?" The writer looked at a group of passengers far away from him and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Writer, for your safety," Jinx deadpanned.

cut.

Aren't you just afraid that I'll run away?

The writer may be the highest-ranking officer who wants to be a deserter.

War? Absolutely impossible.

The so-called great achievements cannot attract writers at all.

Not even death can stop the writer, he is a madman.

Woo~

The whistle blows.

The train slowly entered the station.

"Jingx, do you really like war?" the writer said sadly.

"No, sir. That's not your reason for deserting."

Jingx was tired of hearing this.

writer……

Since we can't escape, we can instigate the rebellion together with the guard captain.

As a result, no oil or salt can enter this mallet.

"Sir, I wish you would save your energy," said Junx, his tone contemptuous.

The writer reported one day at a time, and finally annoyed the military department and granted him a sick leave to return to Youzhou to recuperate.

When the writer received the notice, he immediately laughed out loud and ran away.

"I think it's more dangerous for you to stay by my side," the writer was speechless.

"Today's train is a train for the condolence group. There is a mix of people. Sir, please don't be careless." Jinx ignored the writer, but seriously reminded him to be careful of the dog's life.

Condolence group?

The writer's face flashed a little strangely, it felt so moist.

Ahem... I got distracted.

Who is that?

"Sir, what are you thinking about?" Jinx frowned, this kid was full of bad ideas.

"I was wondering when to learn a foreign language~"

Learn a foreign language.?

What is a foreign language? There is no such thing as a foreign language in the Wrangler world.

In fact, it is easy to understand. Before the first few civilizations, the world had already become a whole.

Later, several mass extinctions of civilizations caused these settlements to mix on a large scale.

A hodgepodge of languages ​​was formed under such circumstances.

Ask a native what a foreign language is, and his expression will be uniformly confused.

"I'll ask you to learn a foreign language if you have the chance in the future."

"That's..."

"Good stuff," he winked.

I just like to see you like you have never seen the world.

“Selling cashew nuts~”

"Oranges~ have thin skin, lots of flesh, and sweet juice~"

"Baozi! Baozi!"

The vendors on the platform sell some seasonal snacks and some fruits, such as oranges and so on.

This is also because there is no security check at the train station. As long as you pay a small amount, the gatekeeper will let you in.

The platform is bustling with people, mixed with workers loading and unloading goods.

It's so lively.

"Shasha!" The car bell rang.

"Get in the car!"

Workers at the station loaded batches of aviation semi-finished products onto trains and transported them to the airport in the main city of Hequ.

A huge lifting frame loaded these things into the dozens of train carriages at the back.

"Down!" The worker wearing a safety helmet directed the electric starter.

Boom!

The car body trembled, and the thing was placed firmly on the train.

This is the last aircraft engine delivered to the military.

"Get on the train~" Jinx got on the train with his suitcase.

The writer followed helplessly. Although it is said that the writer has a higher official position, in daily life, the writer is more controlled by Jingkes.

The carriage is very spacious and has all the facilities inside.

Quietly, just a group of people.

The writer found a seat and sat down.

Two of his guards, one behind the other, sat around him.

There were only five people in a carriage that could hold over a hundred people.

This car doesn't have a box, so we can only have one carriage like this.

The corner of the writer's mouth twitched, "Prodigal!"

"Public expenses."

"That's okay."

Who cares?

There were many people on the platform. Most of the people in the condolence group were girls, wearing some mink scarves and holding orchid fingers, negotiating prices with the old ladies.

The graceful figures of those women in the hot air are quite moving.

The looming beauty is blurred in the distance.

The writer's eyes glanced at the oranges not far away.

Each one is round and has a little luster, so it seems to be in good condition.

"Huh?" Jinx noticed the writer's eyes.

"Sir, do you want to eat oranges?"

"I don't think so," the writer said subconsciously.

"That's what I want."

"Guard!" A person who looked like a bodyguard stood up.

Jinx said with a serious face, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move around."

writer:...

"Protect the target."

Jinx held down his pants, pushed open the partition door, and got off the train.

The writer felt a little awkward and felt strange.

Inexplicably, this sentence popped into my mind:

Wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe, he staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not too difficult. But when he crossed the railway and had to climb up...

etc...

The writer poked his cheek hard to calm down, trying not to become Zhu Ziqing.

It's not difficult at all for Jingx to climb the platform. With a push of his hand, he turned over and climbed onto the platform. It was as easy as juggling.

The writer even suspected that the high platform was sparse, ordinary and simple.

What I have to say is that Jinx is a very capable person, and he really takes care of things.

The care given to writers is still very comprehensive, although most of the time it is not very humane.

"Sasha~"

The train's electric bell rang, and this time it was the normal time for guests to board the train.

The train began to check tickets, and the seven carriages in front began to be blocked.

At this time, the small partition door suddenly opened with a creak, and a head poked out.

Two guards in plain clothes immediately became alert, stood up with a swipe, and pushed the writer down.

He scolded sternly, "Who is that?"

The man waved his hand and said, "I went to the wrong place." He quickly apologized and closed the door, but glanced at the carriage several times.

The writer stood up from the ground, his mouth full of cushions, "Bah, bah, bah!" "There's a problem, maybe it's a stepping stone," one guard glanced at another guard.

"..." The writer poked his face, it hurt. ""

"Get ready to move," the guard said, obviously aware of the danger.