Wind Rises in Dragon City

In the middle of the night, the Dragon City Administration Hall.

The office is unusually quiet, and there are occasional calls of autumn insects outside the window, one after another, trying to perform the last swan song before winter.

After being quiet for a long time, Anzecheng looked at Lao Li's expression, and advised again: "You must not go, the situation in Bana City is unknown now, if someone has a different heart there, you will be in great danger if you go. Lao Li Li, you have to think clearly, if something happens to you, it will not only be a problem for the administrative faction, but also the garrison. You listen to me on this matter, be steady, and you can't take risks anyway."

Li Mingsheng didn't say a word, and silently took a sip of tea. He also knew in his heart that what Lao An said was right.

However, the matter in Bana City must be resolved by suitable people. This candidate must not only have the ability to communicate smoothly with the other party, but also not be low-level, and must be respected enough.

If you want to properly handle the issue of Pana City, you need to be good on the spot and have the brains to deal with emergencies.

However, after much deliberation, Li Mingsheng couldn't think of a suitable candidate. At this juncture, Su Tianyu was injured, and Wang Changli was gone...

It can be said that the entire Dragon City administrative faction, these banner-type figures, who are important, may not be suitable for this negotiation, and those who are suitable for negotiation are all useless...

In terms of military and political affairs, there is only one suitable candidate at present, and that is Jin Maohui. However, Lao Jin's personality is too straightforward, so he is not suitable for this kind of diplomatic work.

That's why Li Mingsheng was worried, and even proposed the idea of ​​going to Bana City himself.

Anzecheng looked at the silent Li Mingsheng, and understood his difficulties in his heart. When the other party is thinking, I am also thinking about the right candidate.

After pondering for a long time, An Zecheng crossed his legs, took a sip of tea slowly, and then said: "Actually, the most suitable candidate for this matter is Bai Hongbo. It's a pity that he is still lying in the hospital, unconscious. There is no way to deal with this…”

After speaking, Anzecheng paused, looked at Lao Li and said, "I thought about it, since there is no one who is the most suitable candidate, why not try to let two people cooperate to do this."

Li Mingsheng raised his head and asked, "Who?"

An Zecheng proposed the candidate he had considered: "Fei Pingsheng, what do you think of partnering with Jin Maohui?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Li Mingsheng pondered for a while, and was about to say something.

"Boom boom boom."

The office door was knocked suddenly, Li Mingsheng turned his head and said, "Come in!"

"Squeak—"

Li Yuan pushed the door open and said in a hasty tone: "Both leaders, there is movement from the hospital..."

…

At the same time, the Garrison Command.

Tan Hengqiang was sitting in his office, wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, and immersed himself in official duties.

Recently, the entire garrison has been very busy. Tan Hengqiang hardly ever leaves the office. He eats and lives here, and even rarely sleeps. He spends a lot of time on work every day.

There is almost no shortage of people in the headquarters office, and people come to report to work anytime and anywhere.

This includes the mobilization of the entire army's resources, the distribution and supply of armaments, and the statistics of the troops by the Logistics Department, as well as the estimated consumption of the troops' materials and numbers once the war starts.

A large amount of information is constantly being collected here by Tan Hengqiang, and things are very heavy.

After much difficulty, Lao Tan finally finished the batch of work at hand, and took a break for a while. He took off his reading glasses, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, took a sip of tea, and refreshed himself.

In the reflection of the window, I could faintly see my tired face.

After a while, the door of the office was pushed open, and Zhang Xunchen walked in wearing a military uniform: "Commander, are you looking for me?"

Tan Hengqiang came back to his senses, turned his head and said to Zhang Xunchen, "Come here, sit down!"

The two sat together on the sofa next to them. Tan Hengqiang thought for a while and said slowly: "Old Zhang, I have an idea about personnel changes recently."

Zhang Xunchen asked quickly, "What do you think?"

Tan Hengqiang put his hand in and said slowly: "You have also seen the current situation. The military situation in the entire Dragon City is very tense. After Lao Jiang's accident, there are some vacancies for our generals at the first level of the military division. Right now is the time to employ people. , I am considering suitable candidates..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xunchen immediately understood the meaning of the old leader, and said very sensiblely: "Then why are you thinking about it, just let the Ming Dynasty take over!"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}Tan Hengqiang glanced at him, but did not directly agree, but asked: "Do you think he can do it?"

Zhang Xunchen said without hesitation: "The Ming Dynasty's superiors are nothing more than two points of assessment. Ability and experience. I personally think that his ability is qualified. In terms of experience, we old people can assist and supplement. Two points to solve, what do you think he can do? Can't do it? It's completely competent!"

Tan Hengqiang nodded slowly: "Okay, let's issue an appointment. Appoint Tan Mingchao as the commander of the First Army. It will take effect immediately. In the name of the Garrison Command, issue a letter of appointment to him."

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~Zhang Xunchen thought for a while, then said with a smile: "I think we can get another group of young officers to carry the palanquin for our prince!" "

Hearing this, Tan Hengqiang smiled, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and patted Zhang Xunchen's shoulder lightly: "After so many years, you still know me best."

Zhang Xunchen paused, thought for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Old Tan, don't say that I understand you. From the perspective of a friend, I want to ask you..."

Tan Hengqiang asked, "Ask what?"

Zhang Xunchen looked at his expression, and asked in a low voice: "Old Tan, is this a show, or a real fight?!"

Tan Hengqiang lowered his head and fell silent without answering.

…

In the second half of the night, Tan's villa.

It didn't take much time for Tan Mingchao to receive a transfer order from the garrison, and he was notified to be the commander of the First Army.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Tan Mingchao drank coffee and looked at the letter of appointment with complicated eyes.

The baby didn't sleep either, and sat beside Tan Mingchao in pajamas, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Uncle Tan, what do you mean? There is going to be a war, and you will be appointed as the commander of the first army to push his son to the front line? "

The baby was not happy, but was full of worries about the order.

Tan Mingchao put down the letter of appointment, thought for a while and said, "You don't understand, the old man promoted me not to fight, but to make second-hand preparations."

As he said that, Tan Mingchao's face was a little gloomy, and he couldn't help sighing: "Oh, I always feel that the old man is still a little hesitant when the big war is coming..."