The third infantry division of Xilong opened the way in front. Huang Jingyuan got on the car again and wandered all the way to the temporary headquarters of the third infantry division.

Looking at the well-trained Xilong soldiers outside, Huang Jingyuan sighed softly: "Xilong is a little poor, but with the support of western countries, it is in the absolute forefront of the world in terms of equipment and military training."

"Isn't it, the turtles and grandchildren of the west?" the chief of staff scolded angrily. "Otherwise, with the small area of Xilong, they dare to compete with us for decades? They can starve to death if they don't eat or drink and fight a knitting war."

Huang Jingyuan blinked: "therefore, Xilong is also roasted on the fire and can't get down. If they don't pick things in Longxi, the western countries won't give material assistance, and domestic riots are easy to occur. But the more they fight, the more serious the damage to the domestic economy and agricultural system will be, and the more they rely on the assistance of western countries. This is a dead circle."

With a sigh, Huang Jingyuan glanced at the chief of staff: "you are a smart man. You know what I'm talking about."

The chief of staff nodded, "how long do you mean it will be peaceful this time?"

Pondering for a moment, Huang Jingyuan raised his hand, stretched out three fingers and said, "three years at most."

The chief of staff couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth: "if you say so, director Zhong made a big circle. It doesn't make any sense at all."

Huang Jingyuan tutted and squinted at the chief of staff: "Why are you so superficial? Should I change the chief of staff?"

"I..." the chief of staff was slightly stunned. "What did I say wrong?"

"Nonsense." Huang Jingyuan rolled his eyes. "Do you really think Zhong Ruoxi risked his life for the common people in Longxi? Don't daydream."

"What does she want to do?"

"It's no need to ask." Huang Jingyuan shouted angrily, "the ancient Bailing River negotiation incident is a fatal blow to the commander-in-chief's political career, and he may not be able to turn over all his life. But now, Xilong has taken the initiative in peace talks, and the commander-in-chief's status has been elevated all of a sudden, and he has suddenly become a meritorious Minister for promoting peace between the two countries. Who else cares about his responsibility?"

The chief of staff frowned and thought for a moment. He couldn't help nodding: "that's really the case. No one has made a profit except the commander-in-chief. But... What's Zhong Ruoxi's picture? She just cares about the friendship of the attendants under the commander-in-chief in the past?"

"Shit! You came from the grass-roots level. Of course, you don't know the number of ways here." Huang Jingyuan moved his body and changed a more comfortable posture. "I was sent from the central military headquarters. I've heard a lot of news from our commander-in-chief."

After a pause, Huang Jingyuan leaned forward slightly: "I heard some old things from the military headquarters say that commander-in-chief Qin's wife, surnamed Zhong."

"Surname Zhong?" the chief of staff looked surprised. "Oh, I see. There are relatives between the two..."

"Why don't you say you're superficial? Think deeply. Even if Zhong Ruoxi has the ability to work hard by herself, can she reach the rank of brigadier general at the age of 20?" Huang Jingyuan coaxed. "Can there be someone surnamed Zhong among the older generation above?"

The chief of staff stared round his eyes and looked suddenly enlightened. He opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, but Huang Jingyuan suddenly waved his hand and then made a silent gesture: "just understand in your heart. Don't say it. It's not good for you and me."

With a cold heart, the chief of staff quickly shut his mouth and nodded again and again.

The car stopped slowly. Huang Jingyuan looked at the chief of staff, then opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"What does that beard mean?" yelled Huang Jingyuan, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.

The interpreter trotted over and said nervously, "Sir, Mr. Gu amo, please go over."

"Well, what's the trick?" Huang Jingyuan looked around, strode forward with the chief of staff, and soon arrived at a row of low farm houses.

The Xilong soldiers who came in and out of the house seemed quite busy. Huang Jingyuan glanced at them casually and understood that this should be the temporary headquarters of the third infantry division.

"What a pity." Huang Jingyuan suddenly shouted without a head.

The chief of staff nearby was stunned: "what?"

"The defense is so loose that a strengthened company can take it off." Huang Jingyuan said carelessly, which made the chief of staff look blue.

Gu amo, the commander of the bearded division, led the way in front, and Huang Jingyuan slowly followed. The chief of staff took the opportunity to whisper: "the third infantry division governs three combat brigades, of which the seventh infantry brigade is stationed in the direction of the west field, and the other two brigades are stationed along the shaping line, which are strategic places of Xilong."

"HMM." Huang Jingyuan nodded without trace and gathered together with the chief of staff. "If Zhong Ruoxi and Shi Yinghui's action team escape from Yao Town, the greatest possibility is to go up the Yao River and enter the west field. In this way, it happens to have a positive encounter with the seventh Infantry Brigade. I had ordered the third head to advance to the west field. At present, there is no problem with the overall direction."

Gu amo, the division commander with beard in front, stopped, and Huang Jingyuan's conversation with the chief of staff had to come to an end.

At this time, the party had come to the yard behind the row of farm houses. Huang Jingyuan looked up and saw a bloody man nailed to the column in the center of the yard. His head hung down, his chin against his chest, and he didn't know whether he was dead or still alive.

Gu amo stood in the yard with his back and stared at Huang Jingyuan and began to speak. The interpreter quickly translated Xilong language into national language and told Huang Jingyuan: "Mr. Gu amo thanked the officer for coming to Xilong for help."

"Mr. Gu amo said that this man was caught during a sneak attack on a stronghold in shaping. He seems to be a mute. Because he tried his best, he didn't let him speak a word. He wanted the chief to help identify whether he was from the Longxi army."

Huang Jingyuan smiled and waved his hand again and again: "the Longxi army has never sent an action team to sneak attack on the shaping stronghold. It can't be our people. There's no need to identify it. I heard that the religious disputes in Xilong are very serious. Many folk armed forces organize spontaneously and even attack the army. I suggest Mr. Gu amo to start from this aspect and pick up the lice on himself first."

The translator translated Huang Jingyuan's words. Gu amodang stared at Huang Jingyuan and then opened his mouth.

"Mr. Gu amo asked the officer to come to him."

"Come with me..." Huang Jingyuan's face changed slightly. He immediately took a step and walked to Gu amo with a smile.

Mr. Gu amo with big beard looked at Huang Jingyuan and the man tied to the column covered with blood. He winked at his men.

A soldier came over with a bucket of cold water and threw it directly on the man's face. The latter was shocked and woke up.

Gu amo gently opened his mouth and stared at Huang Jingyuan with a smile.

The interpreter followed Huang Jingyuan closely and translated in a low voice: "he asked the officer if he really didn't know this man?"

Huang Jingyuan slightly raised his head and intertwined with the man's line of sight on the column. He immediately lowered his eyes, smiled and shook his head, but the smile on his cheek was inexplicably stiff at the moment.

Gu amo smiled and nodded. Then he pulled out the pistol at his waist and loaded it. While talking, he handed it to Huang Jingyuan.

"Mr. Gu amo said that since the Longxi army sent an officer to help, we should help him solve the prisoners of war first."

Huang Jingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and stared coldly at Gu amo. He didn't pick up the pistol: "you tell this bastard that I'm a soldier, not an executioner."

The interpreter translated Huang Jingyuan's words, and then said, "he said that if the officer didn't do what he said, he would ask us to go back. He couldn't believe us."

Huang Jingyuan stared: "shit, I'm used to something wrong with him! Go back as soon as you go back. Who's so rare!"

As soon as he turned around, Huang Jingyuan looked up slightly and saw the chief of staff frowning and shaking his head slightly at him.

Huang Jingyuan was stunned for a moment. He was also quite clear in his heart that Qin Zhenyu sent him to Xilong this time, which was not just to express his attitude to the international community. The fundamental reason is for Zhong Ruoxi!

No matter what the price, Huang Jingyuan, commander of the 49th army, will meet Zhong Ruoxi here and bring her back to Longxi safely. Moreover, the 24-hour time limit will arrive in the blink of an eye, and Huang Jingyuan has no time to delay here.

"Hehe, hehe, ha ha." Huang Jingyuan suddenly laughed, turned and took the gun in Gu amo's hand, took two steps forward and put the muzzle of the gun against the man's chest.

Huang Jingyuan stared at the young but bloody cheek, the empty hand touched the blood on his body, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

No one spoke, but the young man seemed to have an epiphany. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

"The Longxi army will remember you, the 49th army will remember you, and I Huang Jingyuan will remember you..." Huang Jingyuan said silently and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out and the young heart finally stopped jumping.

The sky was overcast and everything was calm.

Turning around, Huang Jingyuan grinned and patted the pistol in Gu amo's hand: "we have shown enough sincerity. I hope we can help with this incident and eliminate the misunderstanding between the two sides."

Gu amo listened to the interpreter translate Huang Jingyuan's words to himself, then nodded, took the gun back, patted Huang Jingyuan on the shoulder, said a word, and then walked into the room.

The defense whispered: "Mr. Gu amo said that he needed the help of the officer very much. Please follow him to the conference room to discuss the response plan."

Huang Jingyuan's face was a little blue: "OK."

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