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Chapter 1481 Big leather shoes and big armbands

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

At the frontline base of the First Corps, Kong Zhengqi was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, a body armor, 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, immersed in processing documents.

"Brother!" Kong Zhengqi shouted to him, and then said: "The notice has come down, we will start a range inspection tonight."

"Hmm..." Kong Zhenghui raised his head and saw the large security armband on his cousin's arm. He couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Why are you wearing this?"

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

Kong Zhenghui frowned and said nothing.

"You can wear it too." Kong Zhengqi said, taking out a brand new big armband from his pocket and putting it on his desk.

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

"good."

Soon, more than twenty military vehicles left the compound of the First Corps and headed for Longcheng along the road.



An hour later, Longcheng and Fugang occupied the area.

A row of military vehicles stopped on the side of the road. Kong Zhenghui opened the door, got out of the car, put his right hand in his pocket, and looked at the buildings around him.

The buildings in the occupied area were not too damaged by the war, but some shocking bullet marks were inevitably left on the buildings. This depressed and dilapidated scene was far from the Dragon City in his memory.

"Crash!"

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

He 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 more than a dozen people, also walked towards a building. Outside the door of the building, there were some neat buckets of supplies, with the badge of the District 1 Rescue Association printed on the buckets.

When passing by, Kong Zhenghui glanced at it and found that there was still more than half of the supplies in the bucket, which were being consumed very slowly.

"Wow!"

Two soldiers walked in first with guns in hand.

The entire building was littered with garbage, and was filled with the smell of rotten feet and feces, which made people feel physically uncomfortable. Kong Zhenghui stood at the door, paused, but still walked in.

The people from the security committee nearby could not help but cover their noses and followed him into the building.

Everyone walked through the dirty and messy hall and arrived at the second floor. The people immediately dispersed and opened all the doors on this floor with several bangs.

As the dazzling flashlight light shone in, everyone saw the 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 sallow, skinny, and dressed in ragged clothes. They slept on old dirty mattresses and ate some garbage picked up on the battlefield and some food found in nearby residential buildings.

Only a few people had the supplies from area one placed in front of them, but they all sat alone together.

Now that the war has reached this point, the sense of hatred is unprecedentedly strong. Although many people were anti-war before, facing the bombing and massacre in the first area, they are left with only hatred and numbness.

Therefore, they would rather pick up trash or even take risks to search for some supplies on the battlefield 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, the materials distributed were not consumed much.

Kong Zhenghui stood in front of the door 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 from behind him, holding a baton in his hand, banging on the door a few times, and shouted at these people: "Come on, come on, everyone is getting up!

We have arranged other places for you to stay, hurry up, line up and go out!"

These refugees raised their heads with dull eyes and sat on the ground without moving.

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

The young man pointed his baton at them and cursed: "Get up quickly, you're all gone. Do you hear me?!"

The refugees in the house stood up silently, picked up their old bedding, collected some daily necessities scattered on the floor, and staggered out.

The young man looked at them and urged again: "Hurry up and don't wait too long to send it! Also, I have cleaned up everything on the floor. Don't leave anything behind, otherwise we will need it later."

examine."

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

The young man was startled for a moment, looked at the people lining up to leave, pulled his neck and asked: "Who shouted?"

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

At this moment, someone was heard scolding in the empty corridor: "Damn it, if I don't have any bones, I may not live a worse life than you!"

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

In the crowd, a dirty old man in his sixties with gray hair stood up directly, pointed at the young man's nose and cursed: "What the hell, why are you standing up? I'm already sixty years old, and I've already had enough."

, you can kill me!"

The young man had blue veins on his forehead. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, clicked the bolt, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You're calling me, right?!"

At this time, Kong Zhenghui held down the young man's hand and yelled at him: "Stop it!"

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

Someone in the crowd also grabbed the old man twice and pulled him back into the group.

That night, a large number of refugees quickly gathered on the streets. They were expelled from this area and moved to other areas under the control of the army.

After a few hours, the area was completely cleared.



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

Soon, a group of people wearing special combat uniforms, belonging to Yuan Biao, stepped down. Among them, a leading man pointed at the surrounding buildings and said: "The boss said, from Southeast Street to Hong'an

We are responsible for the roads. From now on, we will check them one by one. If there are refugees, don't worry about them. Just call the security committee and let their people come and deal with it. Do you understand?"

"yes!"

After the explanation, each group dispersed and investigated 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, and then waved his hand towards the vehicle.

A man came down from the co-pilot, carrying a long and narrow tactical bag, and followed him silently. Under the illumination of the moonlight, this man's face gradually became clear, it was Yao Doudou.

"Come, follow me."

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

The two stopped, and the young man pointed at the building and whispered: "Your position is here. The building is now cleared, but there will be people soon. Although we will still be responsible for this area tomorrow, but when we arrive

In the morning, the entire area will be under military control. So, you have to stay here tonight, and you are the only one. Remember, before the event starts, don't make any noise or make any noise...otherwise,

Not only you, but all our brothers will be destroyed."

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

The young man immediately took out a long string of ammunition bags from his waist and handed them to Yao Doudou. Then he took out the key and opened a remote side door of the building: "Okay, you can go up."

Without saying a word, Yao Doudou turned around and got into the building, and quickly ran upstairs along the fire stairs.

It took a full twenty minutes for Yao Doudou to arrive on the rooftop.

Facing the cold wind, he looked up at the towering iron tower on the top of the building, then turned to look at the surrounding scene, and slowly placed the tactical bag on the ground. Then he turned off the communicator and lay down.

Looking at the sky, I habitually stuffed a betel nut into my mouth and chewed it slowly.



Meanwhile, downstairs.

The young man who sent Yao Doudou over was sitting in a military vehicle, dialed Yuan Biao's number on his personal mobile phone, and said to him: "We're here, checking."

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Yuan Biao paused and ordered: "Be serious, don't be careless."

"knew."

The two hung up the phone.

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



That night, Kong Zhenghui and others were busy until around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night before they completed the control of this area and reported to Lu Zhen.

After Lu Zhen put down the phone, he also began to have a meeting with reporters to warm up for tomorrow morning's activities.



At the same time, outside Bana City.

Tan Mingchao, wearing a military uniform, left the camp and walked to the military vehicle next to him, preparing to go to Longcheng's frontline base.

At this moment, a familiar shout came from behind: "Tomorrow!"

Tan Mingchao turned around and saw his father Tan Hengqiang, standing with a stooped body in the cold wind, looking at him. He frowned and immediately asked: "What's wrong, Commander?"

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

Tan Mingchao was stunned for a moment, then changed his words: "I know, Dad."


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