Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

"Sink their aircraft carriers! Break their spines! Bring forth a century of peace and prosperity to our Kyushu!"

Liu Ming's roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, reverberated throughout the top-secret conference room buried deep underground, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

He gripped the jet-black "Dragon Fang" dagger again, its blade reflecting the cold light of the holographic screen, as if yearning to drink the blood of his enemies.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Those pro-peace officials who had been chattering incessantly about compromise and concessions were now ashen-faced, their mouths agape but unable to utter a sound. They were completely stunned by Liu Ming's indomitable, fiercely determined spirit, his willingness to die rather than surrender.

How can this be a civil servant who is in charge of the economy?

This guy is clearly a warmonger!

"Good! Good lad!"

The military leader who had slammed his fist on the table earlier was now flushed with excitement and abruptly stood up. He strode over to Liu Ming and slapped him hard on the shoulder, the force so great that Liu Ming swayed slightly.

"I knew the soldiers trained by that old bastard Lin Zhentian would have absolutely backbone!"

The leader turned around, his eyes wide open, and glared menacingly at the peacemakers.

"Did you hear that? That's the kind of talk a son of Kyushu should have!"

"All you ever think about is how to bow your heads and how to give in! Have you all lost your backbone? Their carrier-based aircraft are practically shitting on our heads, and you're still calculating economics?"

"If the country is gone, if dignity is trampled underfoot, what use are your GDP and foreign exchange reserves?"

Several hawkish military leaders also stood up, their emotions running high.

"Fight! We must fight!"

"The Southern Theater Command is fully prepared for combat! Even if we lose our last ship, we will not allow the enemy to cross the line!"

"The nuclear submarine force is in position. One command is all it takes to ensure they never return!"

The voices of the pro-war faction instantly overwhelmed everything.

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly transformed from the previous oppressive and hesitant atmosphere into a fiery and violent fighting spirit, like a volcano about to erupt!

Just then.

The senior leader, who had been silent all along, slowly stood up from his seat.

As he stood up, the previously noisy conference room instantly fell silent. All eyes, whether on those advocating war or peace, were focused on the old man who held the fate of Kyushu in his hands.

His decision will determine the life and death of hundreds of millions of people and the fate of this country for the next century.

The top leader didn't look at anyone.

He slowly walked to the holographic sand table, his deep gaze fixed on the red line representing the territorial sea baseline, and the two arrogant red dots outside the red line.

His hands were behind his back, and his slightly hunched back appeared incredibly majestic and solid at that moment.

a long time.

The leader turned around, looked at Liu Ming, and his eyes flashed with a hint of admiration, a hint of determination, and a profound understanding of the vicissitudes of history.

"Little Liu."

The leader's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable and irrefutable authority.

"What you just said was well said."

"Taking a step back is not about finding a vast expanse of sky and sea, but about falling into an abyss."

"Our nation has suffered and endured for far too long. It took the blood and sweat of generations to achieve the peace and development we enjoy today. But some people can't stand to see us doing well. They are used to being the masters of the world, used to treating us like dough to be manipulated at will."

The old man walked to the knife mark left by the military dagger that Liu Ming had pulled out, and gently stroked the crack on the table.

"We don't cause trouble."

"But we are absolutely not afraid of trouble!"

The big leader suddenly raised his head, and two chilling glints shot out from his cloudy old eyes!

"Compromise cannot earn true respect; yielding and appeasement will only embolden the enemy!"

He turned to face all the attendees, his voice booming and resounding, each word powerful and clear!

"Back then, on the banks of the Yalu River, with rudimentary weapons, we defeated the world's most powerful coalition! Today, we have our own aircraft carriers and our own missiles. Are we still going to bow down to tyranny?"

"no way!"

"I hereby declare."

The top leader suddenly waved his right hand, as if severing all hesitation and retreat.

"We will not yield an inch of sea!"

"Since they want to threaten us with war, then we'll answer them with war!"

"A single punch can ward off a hundred more!"

boom!

The leader's words were like a final decision, completely ending all the controversy!

The peacemakers, their faces ashen, slumped dejectedly in their chairs. They knew that once the state apparatus was set in motion, there was no turning back.

Meanwhile, the military commanders were all fired up, their eyes burning with fervent fighting spirit.

"Order!"

The top leader turned his attention to the top military leader.

"All theater commands across the country, effective immediately, enter... Level One combat readiness!"

"Strategic missile units and the main forces of the navy and air force, all personnel have their leave canceled, ammunition loaded, and radars fully operational!"

"Coastal provinces and cities, activate air defense and evacuation plans!"

"If they dare to cross the red line."

The leader's voice was extremely cold.

"Then, sink it on the spot."

"yes!!!"

The high-ranking leader stood at attention and saluted, his voice hoarse and excited.

The conference room lights switched instantly from bright white to a glaring, combat-ready red.

The piercing alarms began to echo throughout the various top-secret military bases.

Liu Ming stood under the red light, looking at the friendly forces' points of light on the holographic map that were beginning to move frantically, and took a deep breath.

The blood was boiling.

"Comrade Liu Ming."

The top leader turned around and looked at this young man who had single-handedly pushed the country to the brink of war, but who might also win a century of peace for the country.

"You've won the technology war."

"Now, this is a real, tough battle. Do you dare to take it on?"

Liu Ming, stand at attention.

No nonsense, just three words.

"Please give instructions!"