Wind Rises in Dragon City

At around six o'clock in the morning, the sky had already brightened, and the entire Dragon City had woken up. People began to go out and get busy, and breakfast stalls were set up on both sides of the street.

In the garrison headquarters, Tan Hengqiang was sitting in his office, eating breakfast. On the table is a bowl of very light millet porridge, served with a salted duck egg, a bowl of small pickles, and a small steamed bun, simple but delicate.

While Tan Hengqiang was drinking porridge, the door of the office was pushed open, and Zhang Xunchen stepped in.

Tan Hengqiang greeted immediately: "Come on, the buns are still hot, sit down and eat together."

Zhang Xunchen sat in front of Tan Hengqiang, picked up a bun, and said, "I have something to do."

Tan Hengqiang took a sip of porridge: "Say it."

Zhang Xunchen lowered his voice: "A special commissioner from the Southern Military District of District 1 has entered the defense area of ​​our Second Army and Third Regiment, and wants to communicate with us."

Tan Hengqiang frowned and asked, "What race?"

"Chinese." Zhang Xunchen analyzed it: "I reckon, it should be someone from the headquarters of the Chinese Corps."

Tan Hengqiang continued to drink the porridge with his head down, without saying a word.

Zhang Xunchen couldn't sit still a little bit, and asked: "Have you seen?"

Tan Hengqiang put down the bowl, and said calmly: "It's a stretch, let's see each other."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then had breakfast.

…

Two hours later, two very low-key Chinese, dressed in civilian clothes, were taken to the headquarters building by a military vehicle of the garrison.

Under the protection of the guards, they entered a very spacious reception room.

At the same time, Tan Hengqiang was sitting in the lounge next door, drinking tea while observing the situation in the reception room through a one-way glass.

For this meeting, Tan Hengqiang did not appear in person, but handed it over to Zhang Xunchen to receive him.

In the reception room, two Chinese commissioners were shaking hands with Zhang Xunchen respectively. One of the leading men said, "Hello, Chief Counselor Zhang."

"Hello, hello, please sit down, both of you." Zhang Xunchen said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, our commander-in-chief is ill and is currently resting in a sanatorium. If you have anything to say, just talk to me!"

Everyone sat down, and the man in the lead introduced himself: "General Counselor Zhang, hello, I am appointed by the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Corps as a special commissioner for the southern military adjustment. My name is Jiang Hua. This is my partner, Chen Xiao. "

Zhang Xunchen nodded: "You two have come from a long way, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Hua stepped in and said very simply: "We are here this time to solve the problem, so let's get to the point."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Zhang Xunchen said with a smile: "I hope so, I also have some business to deal with."

Jiang Hua nodded, and said bluntly: "That's right, General Counselor Zhang, what do you think of the situation in Dragon City and Sri Lanka now?"

Zhang Xunchen didn't even think about it, and immediately replied: "Slanka is of the same origin as our Dragon City. If the rebel army conducts a military operation against Sri Lanka, then, with the permission of the People's Army, we will The Chinese side does not rule out sending military units into Sri Lanka to help the People's Army resist the invasion of external forces."

When Zhang Xunchen answered this question, first, he did not mention the first district, only the rebel army. Second, he also changed his previous attitude. His diplomatic rhetoric has changed, and he has repeatedly emphasized that the garrison and the Renmin Army are brothers of the same origin.

Through these words, a vague message was conveyed that Dragon City was already a huge political system, and it was no longer the previous relationship between the administrative faction and the garrison.

Hearing Zhang Xunchen's answer, Jiang Hua's complexion changed slightly, and he and his partner Chen Xiao exchanged information with each other.

Soon, Jiang Hua looked very serious, looked at Zhang Xunchen and asked: "General Counselor Zhang, have you considered what the consequences will be if the garrison supports Sri Lanka?"

Zhang Xunchen looked directly at the other party, and said calmly: "I only know that my brother army is in a very difficult situation at present, and our Chinese living area will soon be threatened by foreign wars."

Jiang Hua's face was stern, and he took the initiative to remind: "I hope you can think clearly, if the Dragon City garrison sends troops to support Sri Lanka without receiving an order from the first district, it will be an out-and-out military mutiny! Such behavior will definitely lead to war.”

Zhang Xunchen sat up straight, stared at Jiang Hua and said: "We can't start the war. If we really want to fight, there is nothing we can do. There are 70,000 to 80,000 people in the army, and there are hundreds of thousands of Chinese people living in Sri Lanka. Kaka area. If the flames of war of the rebel army spread there, and we, as a Chinese army at such a close distance, if there is no response... in the future, I am afraid that those of us will be dug into the graves of our ancestors!"

Jiang Hua frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he simply raised his cards: "General Counselor Zhang, I hope you will convey this to Commander Tan. This time, on behalf of the First District Government and the General Headquarters of the Chinese Corps, we would like to convey two suggestions to your department. First, if Dragon City reaches a military consensus with the Sri Lankan Min Army and joins in the battle, then I will tell you responsibly that war will inevitably break out in Dragon City, and it will happen in the near future! This is irreversible! Second, if Dragon City can restrain enough, then this matter can still get a turn for the better."

Zhang Xunchen immediately asked: "How restrained?"

Jiang Hua waved his hand and said: "Order the Minjun army to retreat 300 kilometers, abandon the important land in Sri Lanka, and return them to the military government of Bahiacho. At the same time, the Minjun army is only allowed to station in the small town of Hualian. Maybe this war can be avoided."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Zhang Xunchen smiled and said: "You are a military oppression, you want a bit of territory by shooting a cannon."

The other party didn't say a word.

Zhang Xunchen stood up and said, "Okay, I see, I will pass on your suggestion to the commander-in-chief."

The two on the opposite side also got up, and Jiang Hua said, "In the next few days, we may meet more frequently."

As he said that, the commissioner's tone suddenly softened a lot: "Also, Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Corps, let me send a message to Commander Tan."

Zhang Xunchen stopped in his tracks: "Say it."

Jiang Huayu said earnestly: "The commander-in-chief said that he is old, and after his term of office expires, he will naturally be let go. Although Commander Tan is still a deputy now, in a few years, maybe the entire Chinese corps will hang the Tan flag. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At that time, the status of being under one person and above ten thousand people, why bother to fight with a bunch of reactionaries for things with slim chances?"

Zhang Xunchen nodded: "Okay, I understand, I will convey it, you two please go back."

The two sides said goodbye, Jiang Hua and the others were taken to a resting place, while Zhang Xunchen walked into the next lounge.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tan Hengqiang sitting inside drinking tea with calm eyes.

Zhang Xunchen walked over, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said, "I feel that the attitude of launching a war in the first district is still very firm. There are only two choices in front of us now..."

Tan Hengqiang squinted his eyes, did not express his opinion, but said softly: "Don't let the news about their arrival go away."

Zhang Xunchen nodded.

…

In a dark and damp room, He Yan received a call.

In the microphone, a man said in a deep voice: "The last task, get ready."

He Yan was silent for a long time, nodded and said: "Understood."

After hanging up the phone, He Yan sat on the cold bed with some displeasure, with a trace of irritability in his eyes.

The last time was the last time, and now it is the last time... When will this be the first time?

After a while, footsteps were heard outside. Immediately afterwards, a man's loud voice sounded: "It's time to eat!"

"Wow!"

Outside the small window under the iron door, a plate of delicious food was pushed in. He Yan shook his head, bent down to pick up the dinner plate, and began to eat sullenly.