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The front-line command center of the Demon City.

Office of the Commander-in-Chief.

As soon as Young Master Chu walked in, Xie Yunting and Xu Lingchuan followed in and closed the door.

"Mr. Chu!"

There was a slight tremor in Xu Lingchuan's voice. He tried to keep his tone calm, but he couldn't hide his nervousness and worry no matter what:

"We must consider all possible consequences. The intentions of the Chicken-Foot Basin Joint Fleet are unclear. If we allow them to intrude into our territorial waters, it will be a disaster... How will the people see us? The joy of just regaining our homeland on the plateau has not yet faded. We cannot let the territory of Daxia suffer any loss.

Even if only one shell lands on Daxia’s land, none of us can bear such responsibility…”

"Yes, Mr. Chu, think twice before you act!"

Xie Yunting also advised earnestly: "Now we have the ability to keep the enemy out of the country, why bother to take such great risks and let the enemy in..."

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Young Master Chu picked up his teacup, drank the already cooled tea in one breath, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"I'm tired of the bad neighbors hanging around my house for no reason.

You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to guard against a thief in a thousand days.

This time, if the chicken dares to come, I will definitely give it a slam dunk and no return."

Young Master Chu gritted his teeth and said, then waved his hand impatiently: "You guys go outside and watch first. I need to think carefully for a while."

Xu Lingchuan and Xie Yunting looked at each other, their eyes full of worry and complicated emotions, but facing Young Master Chu's determination, they knew that no amount of persuasion would help.

They nodded silently, then turned and left the commander-in-chief's office, leaving Young Master Chu sitting there quietly, lighting a cigarette and thinking.

"Old Xie, Mr. Chu is young and full of vigor. You and I are too inexperienced to persuade him. We must report this matter to the capital."

Xu Lingchuan invited Xie Yunting to his office, closed the door, gave him a cigarette, then looked at Xie Yunting with a serious look in his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"This matter involves too much. Once the troops are mobilized, the Eagle Sauce aircraft carrier group will be behind the Chicken Foot Basin Fleet. Moreover, once a firefight occurs, the Eagle Sauce air force stationed in South Korea and Chicken Foot Basin can provide support in a very short time. The pressure we face is extremely huge."

Xie Yunting took out the lighter from his pocket, lit Xu Lingchuan's cigarette first, then lit his own cigarette, took two deep puffs, his eyes looking even deeper in the smoke.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded: “You are right.

We cannot ignore the chain reaction that this conflict may trigger. This is not just a contest between Daxia and Jiaobenji, but may also involve the stability of Eagle Sauce and even the entire East Asian monster house. "

He paused and continued, "We must report the situation here to the capital so that higher-level decision-makers can weigh the pros and cons and make the most appropriate decision. We are only commanders on the front line. Our mission is to execute orders and protect the country's security, not to make decisions that may affect the overall situation of the country."

Beijing, military headquarters building.

Zhao Zhigang, Zhang Guojin and Yan Jinsheng, who rushed back to Beijing overnight, were meeting in the conference room to listen to the latest military intelligence report.

Suddenly, the secretary pushed the door open anxiously, walked quickly to Zhao Zhigang, lowered his head and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhao Zhigang's face changed instantly. He stood up quickly, strode out of the conference room, came to his office, picked up the phone on the table, and said loudly: "This is Zhao Zhigang, report the latest situation immediately."

"Director Zhao, I'm Xu Lingchuan, there's something I must report to you..."

Xu Lingchuan reported to Zhao Zhigang on the latest situation of the frontline headquarters in the Magic City, including the tough attitude of Mr. Chu and the possible movements of the joint fleet of Foot Basin Chicken. He emphasized the complexity of this conflict and the international impact it may cause, especially the potential conflict with the Eagle Sauce.

The more Zhao Zhigang listened, the more solemn his expression became. He hung up the phone, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Given Young Master Chu’s current status and position, once he has made up his mind about something, even if the chief gives an order, it is estimated that it will not have any effect…Now in Daxia, perhaps only his godfather can make him stop in his tracks.

……

"report!"

Wu Qingzhu's voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in!"

Hearing Wu Qingzhu's voice, Young Master Chu woke up from his thoughts.

Wu Qingzhu pushed the door open, walked in front of Young Master Chu, saluted, and then reported: "General Singh of the White Elephant Asan Kingdom replied that no news unfavorable to Daxia has been received so far, and the territorial handover between the two sides is proceeding step by step.

In addition, the latest news is that the Chinese fleet has appeared in the 80 nautical miles waters of Shanghai, but the American aircraft carrier formation has stopped about 150 nautical miles away from Shanghai.

At present, everything is normal at the Eagle Sauce's bases in Jiaobenji and South Korea, with no abnormalities at all."

Young Master Chu opened the laptop on his desk, pulled up the location map of the three fleets, and gestured carefully.

"Notify the main force of the East China Sea Fleet to move 30 nautical miles north to avoid contact with the Foot Basin Chicken Fleet and wait for my order."

"Notify the Baidi fighter fleet to continue monitoring the Foot Basin Chicken Fleet..."

Young Master Chu then lit a cigarette, frowned, and with the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, he slowly paced back and forth in the room.

His pace was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes he even stopped in his tracks, his eyes were sometimes firm, sometimes confused...

Wu Qingzhu, who saw Young Master Chu so hesitant for the first time, stood aside with nervousness in his eyes. As Young Master Chu's figure turned, he held his breath and waited quietly for his next instruction.

As time went by, Young Master Chu's pace gradually slowed down and his eyes gradually focused, as if he had found the answer.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his mouth and asked a simple question that puzzled Wu Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, what month and day is today?"

Hearing Young Master Chu's question, Wu Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, but then quickly replied: "Today is April 4th, Qingming Festival." There was a hint of confusion in her voice, but she still answered Young Master Chu's question quickly and accurately.

Young Master Chu nodded, as if confirming something, then took a deep breath again and slowly said, "Qingzhu, do you know the meaning of Qingming Festival?"

Wu Qingzhu was moved when he heard this, and nodded. Just as he was about to answer, he heard Young Master Chu say softly:

"Qingming Festival is a day to honor our ancestors, remember history, and remember sacrifices." Young Master Chu's voice was filled with deep respect:

Snow covers the setting sun, ice covers the cold mountains, and the iron bones stand proudly against the wind.

Laugh at the foolishness of the Japanese slaves, their vain tricks;

A man is determined to restore his country.

Smoke and clouds in South Manchuria, beacon fires in Songjiang,

The cavalry is galloping across the country.

You must come tomorrow to see the sorghum and soybeans, the fields are all yellow and red.

Baishan raised his head to the sky and looked at the vast forest.

The lush green is the ancient pine. Ask where the heroic spirit is,

Can the younger generation remember: the heroic days back then and the calm days that day?

Looking back again, the poem is written in blood,

This should be the focus of the great world's attention.

Don't forget, there are still ghosts worshipping ghosts, and the clouds are thick on the sea.

Young Master Chu finished reading General Yang Jingyu's "Qinyuanchun" in a low voice, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he ordered in a deep voice:

"Notify all troops that without my order, even if the Chicken Foot Basin Fleet arrives in the Magic City, you are not allowed to open fire first."