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Chapter 75 Zhao Yuanchao issues military orders: 20th Army Aviation "Thunderbolt" Assault Battalion, fully deployed

Provincial Party Committee Courtyard.

Sha Ruijin came out.

He was not wearing a coat, only a white shirt, and his face looked a little pale under the gloomy sky.

He walked down the stairs step by step, his steps steady, but each step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

The two granite armed policemen at the door.

Chen Yanshi's roar came to an abrupt end.

He watched Sha Ruijin approach with a gleam in his cloudy eyes, as if the person who had just been throwing a tantrum was just an unrelated stranger.

"Little gold."

Chen Yanshi stood up straight, brushed off the dust on his pants, and called out affectionately.

Sha Ruijin paused, his heart tightening as if by an invisible hand.

No one has called me that for many years.

"The pot of Clivia you gave me is growing very well, but the leaves are a little crooked. I thought you had good eyesight, so I'd ask you to help me prune the branches."

Sha Ruijin looked at him, his throat dry.

He forced himself to force a smile that was uglier than crying, and quickly stepped forward to hold Chen Yanshi's arm.

"Uncle Chen, look, it's so windy outside. If you have anything to say, let's go inside and talk."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Oh, okay, okay, let's go in and talk."

Chen Yanshi nodded obediently and let Sha Ruijin support him. The two walked side by side into the building that symbolized the pinnacle of power in Handong.

In Sha Ruijin's office, the secretary prepared two cups of hot tea, and then he signaled her with his eyes to leave and gently closed the door.

The huge office fell into silence in an instant.

Chen Yanshi did not sit on the sofa, but paced around the office with his hands behind his back as if he was inspecting his own vegetable garden.

He looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, touched Sha Ruijin's desk, and finally stopped by the window, looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic downstairs.

"Xiao Jinzi, your office is much more spacious than the one I had back then."

Chen Yanshi's tone was reminiscing about the past.

Sha Ruijin did not respond.

He sat on the sofa with his hands clasped in his lap.

He didn't know how to speak.

He thought of countless arguments in his mind and prepared various plans to appease her.

But when Chen Yanshi appeared in front of him in that casual manner.

He knew that Chen Yanshi's throwing a tantrum was a show for outsiders to see, a means to force him out.

And now this kind of intimacy was what was really shown to Sha Ruijin. It was like a soft knife that pierced his heart and hurt him.

How do you start?

Tell him, Mr. Chen, times have changed, and the affection between us is worthless in the face of the state apparatus?

Or should you tell him that your son Chen Hai has been caught in a vortex that can overturn the entire Handong Province. Not to mention me, even the Zhong family has abandoned Hou Liangping and cannot save him?

He could even imagine Chen Yanshi's face instantly collapsing after he told the truth.

Sha Ruijin was thinking about how to start.

He had embarrassed himself in the provincial party committee meeting room, and he couldn't afford to lose his job again.

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Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital.

In the intensive care unit, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Zhao Yuanchao was half leaning on the hospital bed, his left arm still in a cast hanging in front of his chest, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

There were no flowers or fruit baskets around the bed, but instead various military confidential communication equipment with flashing indicator lights.

Zhou Shoujing, Chief of Staff of the 20th Army, was dressed in military uniform and stood upright beside the bed with a solemn expression.

"Commander, based on the sporadic encrypted signals we just intercepted, we have preliminarily determined that Gao Cheng is still alive."

Gaocheng.

Company commander of the 7th Steel Company.

The soldier that Zhao Yuanchao values ​​the most but also the one that gives him the most headaches.

The top guy who dared to lead a company to wipe out his army’s command during the exercise.

"Damn it! I knew this little monkey wouldn't die. If he died, I really don't know how to explain it to his father!"

After a few seconds, he spoke, his voice not loud but with irresistible authority.

"Order the 20th Army Intelligence Department, Technical Reconnaissance Battalion, Electronic Countermeasures Regiment, and all units to coordinate operations."

"I'll give you five minutes."

"Within five minutes, I want Gaocheng's exact coordinates. I want to know how many flies are in front of him."

"Yes!"

Zhou Shoujing suddenly stood at attention, turned around and walked out of the ward quickly.

The order, like an electric current, instantly reached the nerve center of the 20th Army.

The huge war machine began to run at full speed in order to find one person.

On the big screen of the military command center, the satellite map of Handong Province was instantly called up, and countless data streams flashed by like waterfalls.

"'Sky Eye' system activated, adjusting orbital parameters, conducting high-resolution optical scans of key areas!"

"Use military satellite number three to conduct spectrum analysis of the signal source!"

"Order the Handong Air Force to launch the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft 'Xianglong' immediately. Conduct low-altitude reconnaissance along the designated route and transmit data back in real time!"

In the fifth minute, dozens of suspicious signal sources were marked out across Handong.

In the fourth minute, through signal feature comparison and camouflage signal elimination, the target range was narrowed down to three areas in the suburbs of Jingzhou City.

In the third minute, the Technical Reconnaissance Battalion intercepted a weak pulse signal lasting only 0.8 seconds.

"It's the Beidou military emergency beacon! The frequency and encryption method match! It's our Firefly protocol!"

A major with a face covered in grease paint growled into the microphone.

Second minute.

“锁定信号源！方位3-5-7，坐标东经118.43，北纬32.07！”

"'Sky Eye' image zoomed in! The target area is an abandoned quarry!"

"Thermal imaging signals show seven life signs in the area! One independent, six clustered together!"

On the big screen, a high-definition satellite image was quickly enlarged, and an independent heat source signal marked with a red circle was in a dilapidated shed.

Opposite him, six stronger heat source signals formed a semi-encircled formation.

last minute!

"Coordinates confirmed! Target locked!"

In the ward, Zhou Shoujing handed a military tablet to Zhao Yuanchao.

On the screen was the real-time image of the command center.

Zhao Yuanchao looked at the lonely red dot and was very excited.

"Good boy."

Zhao Yuanchao's fingertips tapped lightly on the cold metal frame of the tablet. Just one tap, but it was the first muffled sound of a war drum, echoing in the silent ward.

His eyes never left the lone red dot representing Gaocheng, surrounded by six heat sources.

That's not a soldier, that's his soldier.

He is the soul of the 7th Steel Company and the troublemaker brought out by Zhao Yuanchao himself.

Damn it, you dare to touch my Zhao Yuanchao’s soldiers?

"Zhou Shoujing."

He spoke, his voice eerily steady, without any ripples, like a dead sea about to burst into huge waves.

"exist!"

Zhou Shoujing straightened his back like a javelin.

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze finally moved away from the screen and fell on Zhou Shoujing's face. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, able to penetrate the bone marrow.

"Order, 20th Army Aviation 'Thunderbolt' Assault Battalion, deploy at full strength."

Zhou Shoujing's heart suddenly sank.

'Thunderbolt', that's not a squadron, not a detachment, but an entire battalion.

Twenty-six Z-10 attack helicopters are the 20th Army’s sharpest air fist.

Deploying an entire brigade of armed helicopters to carry out a rescue mission is simply unheard of in peacetime.