Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 567 Closure
In Jiaorong, at the Jibei Dao command post, telegrams were coming and going frequently. The person in charge, Qiao Weiting, was standing in front of the battle map looking at the troop movement markings on it.

At this time, a liaison officer stepped forward and handed over a report: "Report, half an hour ago, we found that the old imperial army had unusual movements."

Qiao Weiting took it, took a look, and asked in a serious tone, "Private soldiers of the nobles?"

Ever since the split of the Central City, their main task has been to contain the army of the old imperial family.

Under such pressure, even if the old imperial family deployed troops towards the central city, their efforts would be limited.

But it is hard to say much about the private soldiers of the nobles. They are very independent and have a co-governance relationship with the old imperial family. Unless the scale of the war rises to the scale of a national war, they usually do not participate in the battles on both sides.

And now it actually moved, which is extremely abnormal.

He said: "Immediately let our insiders try to find out the situation."

"Yes!"

Qiao Weiting waited here for about ten minutes. The adjutant and the liaison officer who had just left hurried over with a telegram in their hands. Qiao Weiting asked in surprise, "So fast?"

The adjutant said to him, "Our insider sent it later." He handed over the telegram, "One of their auxiliary generals was killed at the front."

Qiao Weiting was startled, and reached out to take the telegram, saying in surprise: "We didn't fight with them..." Then he realized, "Fissure?"

"Yes!" said the adjutant. "They found a rift leading to the central city, but encountered strong resistance there. An auxiliary general fell there."

"Are you sure?"

"confirm!"

The adjutant was a little excited. They had been fighting with the old imperial family for so long, but such results were still relatively rare.

Such titled generals were usually protected by a large number of troops, and they were strong in their own strength, so they could usually withdraw even if they could not win a direct battle. But now he was killed in the battle. If the news was passed to all the garrisons, it would be enough to boost the morale of the army.

After reading the telegram, Qiao Weiting thought for a while, "So, this is the reason why those nobles' private soldiers were called up? Or..."

"Report, urgent telegram from the rear!"

Another liaison officer came in, saluted, and quickly handed the telegram to Qiao Weiting, who took it immediately with a serious look.

After reading it, his expression became more serious than ever before. He raised his head and said, "Immediately inform the Ministry of Defense and the Central City Government Office of this news and the corresponding situation, and ask them to find a way to defend, and it must be quick!"

"Yes!" the liaison officer responded loudly and ran out immediately.

Qiao Weiting looked at his watch and said, "I hope I can make it in time."

Inside the crack, Chen Chuan glanced outside. He knew that even if he and Chen Bi Tong joined forces, they would not be a match for a martial artist. He said, "Teacher Chen, it's not too late to leave now."

Chen Bitong shook his head and said in a firm tone: "Captain Chen, I said that I will fight here until the last moment and I will not go back."

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and punched Chen Chuanbang, with a faint light flickering on his fist.

Chen Chuan reacted instinctively, pushing his palm forward, and his fist and palm collided instantly.

The next moment, a force surged up and pushed him backwards, and at the same time, a spiritual force brought in many things.

He retreated all the way to the outside of the crack before he stood still. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of eyes full of expectations and some kind of reliance.

"Captain Chen, go back."

After saying that, he saw Chen Bitong turn around and stride towards the front of the crack.

When Chen Chuan heard his last words, he stopped and did not go in, because he knew that this was Chen Bitong's own choice and he respected the latter's choice.

At this moment, an extremely strong airflow blew outward, causing the ends of his hair to float backwards as well.

He watched Chen Bi Tong's figure walk out of the crack and disappear in the mist and light. After a while, the entire crack flashed sharply a few times and then closed completely.

He looked at the large open space in front of him. Across from it was a flowing river, and the sound of the flowing water was particularly clear at this moment. He looked down and saw the half-face mask that Chen Bitong had dropped at his feet, and underneath it was the large flag that had just been blown out.

He bent down, reached out, picked it up, and wiped the dust off it with his hand.

"Captain Chen?" Chen Chuan turned around and saw security personnel standing dozens of meters away. Behind them were dug trenches, barbed wire and roadblocks. These people should be the response force sent here to block the area.

These people were looking at him with admiration.

They saw that Chen Chuan's military coat was torn in many places, with traces of smoke and fire, and there was blood on his clothes and hat. It was obvious that he had been through a very fierce battle.

Chen Chuan looked outside and saw that the scabbard of the Xuejun Sword was also blown out by the airflow. So he didn't need to order another one. He was about to walk over when he saw Fang Zhixin walk over, take the scabbard and hand it over, but there was a questioning look in his eyes.

Chen Chuan looked at him calmly, and the latter's eyes were dim. After he took the scabbard, he walked away. At this moment, several people wearing windbreakers and top hats came up, "Assistant Fang, can you come with us now?"

Fang Zhixin took one last look at the direction of the crack, nodded, and let the men handcuff him, then followed them away.

At this moment, another person walked to the front, saluted Chen Chuan, and presented something with both hands, "Captain Chen, this is what Commissioner Liang asked us to give to you."

Chen Chuan took a look and saw that it was a tube of recovery potion. He took it and looked at the sky above. The blood-red glow was still lingering above. It was obvious that the split of the mother shrimp had not yet ended.

In the lower city area, a heavily armed convoy of the United Front was traveling through it.

But here, unlike in the city, the road conditions and environment are very complicated. Sometimes you can't travel the shortest distance and you need to keep turning and taking detours. Sometimes you even need to stop and negotiate with others.

This was because most of the tunnels in the lower city were controlled by gangs and groups. Everyone was wary of such a heavily armed convoy passing by, and some forces that had actually negotiated with them earlier changed their minds and rejected them.

Che Gaoyi had a sullen look on his face. Although he was not happy with this, he knew that he could not choose to use force here, because once he did, all subsequent roads would be full of obstacles, and no one would believe them anymore, and they would definitely try their best to stop them.

They were here to escort things away, not to fight. Being dragged here was definitely not a good thing, so they chose to take a detour every time.

But this only made their journey longer.

He knew that if time continued to drag on, once the wave of division above was over and the people from the processing bureau withdrew their hands, they might be blocked here.

After driving intermittently for more than an hour, he looked at a seat on the side, where a middle-aged fat man in an imported suit was sitting. He asked, "Mr. Pan, how long will it take for us to get out?"

Mr. Pan's head was covered in sweat, and he didn't know whether it was because of anxiety or the heat. When he heard the question, he quickly replied: "Mr. Che, at most half an hour. The people occupying the road ahead are my old brothers. They will never stop us."

He did not speak nonsense, and the rest of the journey went smoothly. The forces along the way let them pass for a mile without any further trouble.

After walking a little further, Mr. Pan looked outside and said excitedly, "Mr. Che, it's right in front. There's an exit in front. Go out from there and you'll be out of the central city."

Che Gaoyi was not as excited as he was. He calmly said a few words to Jieping, and immediately a sentry car drove out. After a few minutes, an urgent voice came from Jieping: "Mr. Che, there is a checkpoint of the Processing Bureau at the exit ahead. They said that this exit has been blocked and we can't pass through."

Che Gaoyi's expression darkened. "People from the Processing Bureau? How could people from the Processing Bureau be here?" As he spoke, he glanced coldly at Mr. Pan.

Mr. Pan was also panicked for a moment. He hurriedly explained: "Mr. Che, I don't know. It's none of my business. This road is a safe passage opened by the senior executives of our Iron Fist Club and Lutong Logistics over many years. It is impossible for the processing bureau to know about it."

Che Gaoyi knew in his heart that someone had secretly leaked the information. He did not dwell on why this problem had occurred. He only knew that he had to ship the things out.

He looked into the boundary and asked, "Can we get through?"

Jie Ping replied solemnly, "Mr. Che, we have checked. There are third-level fighters guarding there. Although we can force our way in, it will definitely alert the handling bureau, and we may not be safe even after we get out."

Che Gaoyi narrowed his eyes. At such a tense moment, every bit of strength of the processing bureau had to be used in double part. However, there was still a third-level fighter guarding here. It was enough to show that they attached great importance to this place and must have accurate intelligence.

He thought for a moment and asked again: "I remember you said there is another way besides this one?"

Lao Pan quickly said, "Yes, there is another one that is further underground, but it is close to the Plague Cult's territory, so it may be a little dangerous."

Che Gaoyi had heard of the Plague Cult, but he didn't care. Everyone of them wore protective clothing and masks. He said, "Then let's go there."

The entire convoy immediately changed route, and after a dozen minutes, it turned towards a tunnel located deeper underground.

Che Gaoyi looked around at this time. This place was indeed different from other places. There was no sun vine and there was almost no light. When the car lights shone over, he saw densely packed pictures on the walls. They looked like some messy graffiti, but after he took a few glances, he inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)