Wind Rises in Dragon City

Two days later, at around eight o'clock in the evening, there were still fourteen hours before the delegation from District 1 arrived in Dragon City.

At the frontline base of the First Corps, Kong Zhengqi was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, body armor wrapped around it, and a large armband with the Security Council on his left arm. He walked to an office, knocked on the door and walked in.

In the office, Kong Zhenghui was sitting behind the desk, busy processing documents.

"Brother!" Kong Zhengqi yelled at him, and then said: "The notice has come, we will start the investigation within the scope tonight."

"Hmm..." Kong Zhenghui raised his head and saw the large armband of the Security Council on his cousin's arm, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Why are you wearing this thing?"

Kong Zhengqi spread his hands: "It's not what we want to wear, it's what's required by the higher-ups. It's a new mental outlook!"

Kong Zhenghui frowned and said nothing.

"Put it on too." Kong Zhengqi said, took out a brand new big armband from his pocket, and put it on the desk.

"I don't wear this jacket." Kong Zhenghui didn't touch it, just waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go."

"it is good."

Soon, more than twenty military vehicles left the compound of the First Corps and headed for 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 of the vehicle, put his right hand in his pocket, and looked at the surrounding buildings.

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 depressed and dilapidated scene was far from the Dragon City he remembered.

"Clatter!"

Immediately afterwards, the doors of the surrounding military vehicles were all opened, and hundreds of staff members of the Security Council, wearing Chinese tunic suits, large armbands, and batons in their hands, got out of the vehicles one after another. These people were spotless, their leather shoes were shiny, and they walked directly into the surrounding buildings.

Behind them were more than 200 soldiers from the Chinese Corps, all wearing military uniforms and holding automatic rifles in their hands, helping to maintain order and security.

Kong Zhenghui, accompanied by a dozen people, also walked towards a building. Outside the door of the building, there were some neat barrels of supplies, and the badge of the First District Rescue Association was printed on the barrels.

When passing by, Kong Zhenghui took a glance and found that there were more than half of the supplies in the bucket, which were consumed very slowly.

"Wow!"

Two soldiers walked in with their guns in hand.

The entire building is full of garbage, and there is a rotten smell of feet and feces, which makes people feel physically uncomfortable. Kong Zhenghui stood at the door, paused for a moment, but walked in anyway.

The members of the Security Council next to them couldn't help but hold their noses and followed them into the building.

Everyone walked through the dirty and messy hall to the second floor. These people dispersed immediately, and with a few bang bang bang bangs, they directly knocked open all the doors on this floor.

With the glare of the flashlight shining in, everyone saw a large number of refugees living in these rooms.

They were all residents who had no time to escape after the war started, and were blocked here.

These refugees were yellow and emaciated, dressed in rags, slept on dilapidated and dirty mattresses, ate some garbage picked up on the battlefield, and some food found in surrounding residential buildings.

There are only a few people who have the materials of the first district in front of them, but they all sit together alone.

With the war at this point, the sense of hatred is unprecedentedly strong. Although many people opposed the war before, but faced with the bombing and massacre in the first district, they are numb and only have hatred.

Therefore, they would rather pick up trash, or even take risks, to search for some supplies on the battlefield, rather than touch the supplies distributed by the first district.

But some people really couldn't bear it, and brought some over. So after so many days, those distributed materials did not consume much.

Kong Zhenghui stood in front of a room, scanning the scene inside the house, without saying a word.

At this moment, a young man from the Security Council came up behind him, holding a baton in his hand, knocked on the door a few times, and shouted at these people: "Come on, come on, everyone is up! I have arranged other places for you to live in, hurry up and go out in line!"

These refugees looked up blankly and sat on the ground without moving.

"You horse rider, can't you hear me?"

The young man pointed at them with his baton, and cursed: "Get on your horse and get up quickly, you hear me when you leave?!"

The refugees in the house stood up silently, picked up their worn-out quilts, collected some daily necessities scattered on the ground, and staggered out.

The young man looked at them, and urged again: "Hurry up, don't post it! Also, I cleaned up everything on the ground, don't leave anything behind, or we will have to send it later." an examination."

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "You are wearing armbands, you are awesome, listen to you."

The young man froze for a moment, looked at the crowd leaving in line, pulled his neck and asked, "Who shouted?"

The crowd walked out dumbly, and no one responded to him.

At this moment, someone scolded again in the empty corridor: "Damn it, if I have no bones, I may not live worse than you!"

The young man heard it clearly this time, and immediately pointed at the crowd in front of him and shouted: "That old man in front, stop!"

Among the crowd, a gray-haired dirty old man in his sixties stood up, pointed at the young man's nose and cursed: "Fucking shit, why did you stand up? I'm already sixty, I've had enough life , kill me!"

The young man had blue veins on his forehead. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, clicked the bolt, and gritted his teeth, cursing, "You called me, didn't you?!"

At this time, Kong Zhenghui held down the young man's hand and scolded him, "Calm down!"

Many Chinese present chose to remain silent. The young man glanced at the old man, put down the pistol angrily, and said nothing.

In the crowd, someone also tugged the old man twice, pulling him back into the team.

That night, a large number of refugees quickly gathered on the street and were expelled from this area. Under the takeover of the army, they went to another area.

After a few hours, the area was completely emptied.

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At the same time, on another street, several military vehicles slowly stopped by the side of the road.

Soon, under Yuan Biao's subordinates, a group of people in special combat uniforms stepped down. Among them, a leading man pointed to the surrounding buildings and said: "Boss said, we are responsible for everything from Dongnan Street to Hong'an Road. From now on, check in turn. If there are refugees, don't worry about it." , call the Security Council directly and let their people come over to deal with it, understand?"

"yes!"

After the explanation, the groups dispersed to investigate the surrounding buildings.

At this time, in the last military vehicle, a thin young man jumped out of the vehicle, turned his head and looked around, then rushed into the vehicle and waved his hand.

The co-pilot got off alone, carrying a long and narrow tactical bag, and silently followed behind him. Under the moonlight, this person's face gradually became clear, it was Yao Doudou.

"Come on, you come with me."

The young man led him across the street, and soon came to an alley next to a building.

The two stopped, and the young man pointed at the building and said in a low voice: "Your place is here. The building is now cleared, but there will be people soon. Although we will be in charge of this area tomorrow, when we arrive In the morning, the entire area will be under military control. So, you have to stay here tonight, and only you. Remember, before the event starts, don't make any noise or make any noise...Otherwise, not only It's you, all of our brothers are going to die."

Yao Doudou said in a deep voice, "I see, give me the ammunition."

The young man immediately took out a long string of ammunition bags from his waist, handed them to Yao Doudou, then 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 got into the building, and quickly ran upstairs along the fire stairs.

Twenty minutes later, Yao Doudou came to the rooftop.

Facing the cold wind, he looked up at the towering iron tower on the top of the building, then 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 himself, looked at the sky, stuffed a betel nut into his mouth habitually, and chewed slowly.

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Meanwhile, downstairs.

The young man who brought Yao Doudou over sat in the military vehicle, dialed Yuan Biao's number with his personal mobile phone, and said to him, "Here we are, let's check."

Yuan Biao paused for a moment, then ordered: "Be serious, don't be sloppy."

"understood."

The two hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Yuan Biao sat in a dark room, put his phone on the table, rubbed his face vigorously, his expression was a little dull, and he fell into silence.

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That night, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Kong Zhenghui and others were busy until midnight, before completing the control of this area and reporting to Lu Zhen.

After Lu Zhen put down the phone, he also started a meeting with the reporter, warming up for tomorrow morning's event.

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At the same time, outside Pana City.

Wearing a military uniform, Tan Mingchao left the tent, walked to the military vehicle next to him, and was about to go to the frontline base in Longcheng.

At this moment, 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 the matter, Commander?"

Tan Hengqiang didn't step forward, but just looked at the military vehicles with his hands behind his back, and shouted at Tan Mingchao: "It's okay...it's cold, wear two more clothes."

Tan Mingchao froze for a moment, then changed his words: "Understood, Dad."