At around six o'clock in the morning, it was already dark, 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, also eating breakfast. On the table was a bowl of very light millet porridge, accompanied by a salted duck egg, a bowl of pickles, and a portion of steamed buns.
Bag, simple and exquisite.
While Tan Hengqiang was drinking porridge, the office door was pushed open and Zhang Xunchen stepped in.
Tan Hengqiang immediately greeted him: "Come on, the buns are still hot. Sit down and eat some 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: "You tell me."
Zhang Xunchen lowered his voice: "The Southern Military District of the First District has sent a special commissioner. They have entered the defense area of our Second Army and Third Regiment and want to communicate with us."
Tan Hengqiang frowned and asked: "What race?"
"Chinese." Zhang Xunchen analyzed it: "I guess they should be from the headquarters of the Chinese Corps."
Tan Hengqiang continued to drink porridge with his head down without saying a word.
Zhang Xunchen couldn't sit still for a while and asked: "See you?"
Tan Hengqiang put down the bowl and said calmly: "It's okay, let's meet."
The two chatted for a few more words, and then had breakfast.
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Two hours later, two very low-key Chinese, dressed in casual clothes, were taken to the headquarters building by a garrison military vehicle.
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 and observing the situation in the reception room through a one-way glass.
During this meeting, Tan Hengqiang did not appear in person, but left it to Zhang Xunchen to receive him.
In the reception room, two Chinese commissioners were shaking hands with Zhang Xunchen respectively. One of them, a man who looked like a leader, said: "Hello, General Counselor Zhang."
"Hello, hello, please take a seat." Zhang Xunchen said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, our commander-in-chief is ill and is currently recuperating in a sanatorium. If you have anything, just talk to me!"
Everyone took their seats, and the leading man introduced himself: "General Staff Zhang, hello, I am appointed by the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Corps as the Southern Military Adjustment Commissioner. My name is Jiang Hua. This is my partner, Chen Xiao.
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Zhang Xunchen nodded: "Thank you for your hard work coming from afar."
Jiang Hua put his hand in and said very simply: "We are here this time to solve the problem, so let's get straight to the point."
Zhang Xunchen said with a smile: "I hope so, I also have some official business to deal with."
Jiang Hua nodded and said bluntly: "That's right, General Staff Zhang, what do you think of the situation in Dragon City and Sri Lanka now?"
Zhang Xunchen immediately replied without thinking: "Slanka is of the same origin as our Dragon City. If the rebels carry out a military operation to wipe out Srilanka, then, with the permission of the People's Min Army, we will
The Chinese side does not rule out sending military units into Sri Lanka to help the People's Liberation Army resist invasion by external forces."
When Zhang Xunchen answered this question, first, he did not mention District 1, only the rebels. Second, he also changed his previous attitude and changed his diplomatic rhetoric, repeatedly emphasizing that the garrison and the Minjun were of the same clan.
Brothers of the same origin.
Through these words, a message is vaguely conveyed that Longcheng is already a huge political system, and it is no longer the previous separation of the administrative faction and the garrison.
After hearing Zhang Xunchen's answer, Jiang Hua's expression changed slightly, and he and his partner Chen Xiao looked at each other and exchanged information with each other.
Soon, Jiang Hua looked very serious, looked at Zhang Xunchen and asked: "General Staff Zhang, have you considered what the consequences will be if the garrison supports Sri Lanka?"
Zhang Xunchen looked directly into the opponent's eyes and said calmly: "I only know that my brother's army is currently in a very difficult situation, and our Chinese living area will soon be threatened by foreign wars."
Jiang Hua looked stern and proactively reminded: "I hope you can think clearly. If the Dragon City garrison privately sends troops to support Sri Lanka without receiving the order from the first district, it will be an out-and-out military mutiny!
Such behavior will definitely lead to a war."
Zhang Xunchen sat up straight, stared at Jiang Hua and said: "We do not initiate the war. If we really want to fight, there is nothing we can do. There are 70,000 to 80,000 people in the People's Min Army and hundreds of thousands of Chinese people living in Silan.
Ka area. If the rebel war spreads there, and we, as a Chinese force at such a close distance, if there is no response... in the future, we people may have our ancestral graves dug up!"
Jiang Hua frowned. After thinking for a long time, he simply revealed his trump card: "General Staff Zhang, I hope you will convey this to Commander Tan. On behalf of the First District Government and the Chinese Corps Headquarters, we are conveying two suggestions to your department this time.
First, if Dragon City reaches a military consensus with the Sri Lankan Minjun and jointly participates in the battle, then I can responsibly tell you that a war will inevitably break out in Dragon City, and it will be in the near future! This is irreversible! Chapter 1
Second, if Dragon City can exercise sufficient restraint, then this matter can still turn around."
Jiang Hua waved his hand and said: "Order the People's Army to retreat three hundred kilometers back, abandon the key areas of Lanka, and return them to the military government of Bahiacho. At the same time, the People's Army is only allowed to be stationed in the small town of Hualian.
Maybe this war can be avoided."
Zhang Xunchen smiled and said: "You are seeking military oppression. You want to gain some territory by firing a cannon."
The other party said nothing.
Zhang Xunchen stood up and said: "Okay, I understand, I will convey your suggestions to the commander-in-chief."
The two people opposite also stood up, and Jiang Hua said: "In the next few days, we may meet more frequently."
As he spoke, the commissioner's tone suddenly softened a lot: "In addition, the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Corps, asked me to bring a message to Commander Tan."
Zhang Xunchen stopped and said, "Say."
Jiang Huayu said earnestly: "The Commander-in-Chief said that he is old, and after his term is over, he will naturally give way to the wise. Although Commander Tan is still a deputy now, in a few years, the entire Chinese Corps may hang the Tan flag.
At that time, the status of one person was inferior to that of ten thousand people, so why bother to fight for something with a slim chance of success with a bunch of reactionaries?"
Zhang Xunchen nodded: "Okay, I understand, I will convey it to you, please come back."
The two sides said goodbye, Jiang Hua and the others were taken to a resting place, while Zhang Xunchen walked into the lounge next to them.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tan Hengqiang sitting inside drinking tea with a calm look.
Zhang Xunchen walked over, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said: "I feel that District 1 is still very determined in launching a war this time. There are only two choices before us now..."
Tan Hengqiang squinted his eyes and did not express his position. He just said softly: "Don't let the news of their arrival leak out yet."
Zhang Xunchen nodded.
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In a dark and damp room, He Yan received a phone call.
On the phone, a man said in a deep voice: "The last task, be prepared."
He Yan was silent for a long time, nodded and said: "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, He Yan sat on the cold bed a little unhappy, with a hint of irritation in his eyes.
Last time I said it was the last time, and now it is the last time... When will this end?
After a while, footsteps were heard outside. Then, a man's loud voice rang out: "It's time to eat!"
"Wow!"
A plate of fairly exquisite food was pushed out of the small window under the iron door. He Yan shook his head, bent down, picked up the plate, and started eating.