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At this moment, inside the military building of Baixiang Asan Kingdom, an unprecedented change is quietly unfolding.

The originally solemn and dignified corridor was now occupied by a group of strange yet familiar figures.

They wore the same uniforms as the White Elephant soldiers, but from their taut muscle lines, determined eyes and skillful movements, it could be seen that these people were not ordinary soldiers.

They are the elites of the Babayang Special Forces, a special force sent by Daxia to support the Dimo ​​coup.

"Quick, quick...guard all the people in the military building."

A Babayang officer who seemed to be the leader issued short and excited orders in a deep voice.

Although his voice was small, it was full of unquestionable majesty. Upon hearing this, the other team members immediately took action, divided into several combat teams, and quickly and orderly dispersed to various floors and departments.

In the corridor, the footsteps were hurried but not disordered, showing the extremely high professionalism and tacit understanding of these special forces members.

The doors of offices were violently opened, and the defenseless White Elephant military staff, under the black muzzles of guns, very wisely stayed in their seats, waiting for the judgment of fate.

……

At this moment, the generals who were summoned from all over the country by Singh in the conference room were shrouded in deep uneasiness.

The news reached their ears that the rebels had occupied the military building without firing a single shot.

Everyone sat in their own seats, some whispering to each other, some with their heads down and eyes closed in deep thought.

"What exactly is going on?"

"The chief hasn't shown up yet, so he won't be killed."

"These Northern troops are simply abominable."

"what should we do?"

"..."

"Bang..."

Suddenly, the heavy door of the conference room was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, causing the temperature in the room to drop sharply. Everyone's eyes were focused on the door, and their heartbeats accelerated involuntarily.

Chief Singh, dressed in military uniform, walked in with a stern look on his face, surrounded by a group of soldiers armed with live ammunition.

Singh's appearance seemed to ease the tense atmosphere in the conference room. His originally tense nerves relaxed a little, but his eyes still flashed with vigilance and confusion.

Surrounded by soldiers, Singh strode onto the podium.

He did not speak immediately, but stood quietly for a few seconds, his sharp eyes slowly scanning the entire audience.

Then, he cleared his throat, calmed down his excitement about taking control of the entire country, and said loudly:

“Generals of the White Elephant Asan Kingdom, I know you are all confused, or scared, as to why something like this happened tonight.

Let me tell you now... all this is caused by Prime Minister Dimo's desire to clean up the military.

In order to appease the anger of radical elements in the country, Prime Minister Dimo ​​is prepared to sacrifice the interests of our military.

He asked me to carry out major reforms of the three armed forces, cut the military budget, canceled many of our important equipment procurement projects, and even tried to deprive our military of its independence.

These actions have undoubtedly caused great harm to the interests of all of us.”

"He has made all of us here scapegoats, and now the Inspectorate is reviewing every weapons purchase we've made over the past decade...

These actions by Dimo ​​are undoubtedly weakening the combat effectiveness of our army and making our soldiers frustrated and disappointed. Many of them have begun to wonder where our country will go if they continue like this.”

Singh's tone became a little heavy when he said this:

"That's why something like this happened tonight. Some soldiers from the Northern Army could no longer tolerate such treatment, so they decided to take action to fight for their rights. They blocked the capital and occupied the military building in order to make us face up to the demands of the entire military."

Minister Singh paused here, as if he was organizing his thoughts, and then continued:

"Generals, the actions of these soldiers are just. They want to restore our army to its previous state and get our country, the White Elephant, back on the right track."

Singh's eyes moved from one general to another, and his tone became more and more firm:

"Now, I declare that due to the murder of Prime Minister Dimo, our country is at a time of great change. As the chief of the armed forces, I have no choice but to set up a temporary military control committee to take over the national power. I believe that only in this way can we restore order as soon as possible and protect our country."

The generals in the conference room looked at each other, their expressions different.

Some generals had anger and dissatisfaction in their eyes, but more of them were helpless and silent.

After Singh's speech, the conference room fell into a brief silence.

However, there are always those who are not afraid of death and jump out.

After a while, a general named Bayar broke the silence: "General, although Prime Minister Dimo ​​encountered misfortune, the military is not allowed to interfere in politics, why not hold a general election."

Singh's eyes suddenly sharpened and his face turned gloomy. He stared at Bayar and was silent for a while. The air was filled with tension.

After a few seconds, he said coldly: "Bayaer, I forgot that you are a dog sent by Dimo ​​to spy on the military. Now that your master is dead, you should follow him."

"guard!"

Two fully armed soldiers responded and walked to Bayar in neat steps.

Singh looked at the soldiers with a cold gaze and ordered: "Take this general to meet Dimo."

After playing the trick of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, Singh's eyes swept over the people in the room again.

"Gentlemen, I hope this is just a minor incident. We are running out of time, and we must work together to weather this storm. Any behavior that hinders me from achieving my goals will be regarded as a betrayal."

Singh's cold words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the hesitation in the conference room.

"Mr. General, you are the leader of our military. Your decision is our will. I firmly support you taking over the national power."

"Yes, Mr. General has taken great care of us..."

"I firmly support the Minister..."

In this world, the majority of people are those who go with the flow.

What's more, when one's life is threatened.

The heroes in the field are all smart people.

No matter what, looking at the current situation, it is estimated that the entire capital is now under Singh's absolute control.

For the sake of their own future and financial prospects, they have expressed their support for Singh to lead the White Elephant India to a bright future.