The train driver in the courtyard

"Uncle Aiguo, why did you come back just now? An enemy warship exploded outside just now, didn't you see it?"

Li Aiguo returned to the cabin, and Xiao Qi felt sorry for Li Aiguo for missing the exciting scene.

Xiao Si held Li Aiguo's arm and said, "Uncle, just now you mentioned that the driver uncle came to the sea, what happened afterwards?"

On this rough sea.

In a quiet cabin, Li Aiguo was tightly surrounded by two children.
He paused for a moment and then spoke slowly, "This train driver... He caught a big spy and blew up the enemy's warship to pieces."

"Wow, the driver uncle is awesome!" Xiao Qi and Xiao Si got so excited that their faces turned red and they clapped their hands vigorously.

"Okay, the story is over, you should go back and have a good sleep." Li Aiguo clapped his hands and said when he saw the two children were so sleepy that their eyelids began to fight.

Xiao Qi nodded vigorously: "Uncle, I want to grow up quickly and catch bad guys like the driver uncle in the story."

"What I just told you is just a story. If you encounter an enemy in the future, you must be careful. Take care of your own safety first, then tell the adults immediately, and don't act rashly."

Li Aiguo thought about it for a moment and still felt it necessary to give some advice.

Liu Fang was listening at the side. Although she felt that the second half of Li Aiguo's advice was a little different from what was usually promoted, she did not object.

I just wondered in my heart, the story I told before...is it really just a story?
Walking onto the deck, Liu Fang took the two children to look at the surging sea, and suddenly shook her head with a wry smile.

"Capturing Big Diet and blowing up the warship is not something that ordinary people can do. Liu Fang, you are too worried."

The night gradually deepened, spreading slowly like ink, shrouding the entire world in darkness.

Late at night, the island seemed to be tightly wrapped by a huge and heavy black curtain.
The darkness was so thick that it seemed like insoluble ink, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

Inside the Shilin official residence in Zhongzheng District, there was an absolute silence.

As we all know, the man in power, who is known as a "micro-management expert", has been in a very bad mood recently.

Recently, people sentenced to death have been beheaded every day at the bloody execution ground in Baba-cho. It is said that the queue waiting for execution is so long that it is chilling.

At this moment, he finally got a chance to rest. Who would have the courage to disturb his already fragile and irritable nerves?

However, there are some people in this world who are extremely daring.

Ding-ling-ling... A quick and sharp telephone ring, like a sharp blade, suddenly broke the suffocating silence.

The secretary on duty quickly picked up the phone. As soon as he answered the phone, his face turned pale as paper. His originally calm eyes were now filled with fear and panic.

"Understood, I will report the situation immediately." The secretary on duty said with a trembling voice, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.
He staggered towards the most central and confidential place in the Shilin official residence.

The situation was tense, with fully armed guards on duty at the door.
Seeing the secretary rushing over, a guard quickly stretched out his arm to block him and shouted, "What are you doing!"

"Get out of here! Something terrible has happened! The sky is falling!" The secretary on duty was often troubled by these guys who took chicken feathers as their orders. At this moment, he took the opportunity to vent his anger.

The guards wanted to stop them again, but at this moment, the captain of the guards arrived after hearing the news.

He pulled the secretary on duty aside and said in a low voice, "The gentleman is resting now. He has not been sleeping well recently. If you have anything to say, please let me report it."

In the Shilin official residence, people of different identities have subtly different ways of addressing the "micro-manipulation master", and the title "Sir" can only be used by the closest people.

The chief guard's words were actually a secret warning to the secretary on duty to be aware of his own identity and status and not to act recklessly.

"This matter is too big and cannot be delayed!" The secretary on duty refused to give in.

"Okay, okay... I'll let you in first, but if..."

The captain of the guards wanted to say more, but the secretary on duty had already rushed over like an arrow, pushed open the door and rushed in.

Several guards saw this and wanted to chase in, but the captain of the guards raised his hand to stop them. "This matter is very strange, and there may be a disaster. You all should pay close attention to the surroundings."

The captain of the guards had a solemn expression, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

Being able to serve as the chief guard in the Shilin official residence where the situation is ever-changing and turbulent, he is certainly no ordinary person. At this moment, he is also keenly aware that the seriousness of the situation may be far beyond his imagination.

however.

The captain of the guards ultimately underestimated the severity of the storm.

Soon, angry curses that were almost roaring and highly feminine were heard from the room.

When the cursing subsided a little, the "Micro-Manipulation Master" seemed to have barely regained some sanity and calmness.

"Damn it, a state-of-the-art warship is gone just like that? Who sent the An Yang out?"

"It's Comrade Jianfeng."

"."

The micromanipulation master was silent.

After a while.

He sighed heavily, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness: "Go, call Jianfeng to me!"

Comrade Jianfeng received the notice and rushed over.

After he understood the current situation.

The calm and composed expression of the past disappeared in an instant, replaced by a face full of panic and anxiety.

"Father."

The micromanager kicked Comrade Jianfeng down the stairs, pointed at his nose and cursed: "It's a national shame, a family shame, and only I am ashamed of you!"

Jianfeng got up from the ground in a panic, lowered his head, and remained silent for a long time.

He suddenly raised his head, a sly and resolute look flashed in his eyes, and he made a bold and risky suggestion: "The destruction of the Anyang, doesn't it mean that they have already taken the initiative to attack?
According to the defense agreement we reached with Xiaomei's family, Xiaomei's family has the obligation to intervene in this matter.

Perhaps, I can take this opportunity to realize my father's ambition with the strength of Xiaomei's family."

When the "Micro-Manipulation Master" heard this, the anger on his face froze instantly.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing contemplation and hesitation as he carefully weighed the feasibility of the plan.

Jianfeng saw that his father's expression was wavering, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Father, time is running out! Over the years, all the people we sent over there have returned empty-handed.

Compared with that side, we are like ants, while that side is like a giant elephant.

As time goes by, the advantages there will become more and more obvious.

If we miss this opportunity, we may never be able to return there."

Jianfeng knew clearly in his heart that the destruction of the warship was undoubtedly a heinous crime.

But if he could successfully persuade the Xiaomei family to intervene and restart the war, then he would not only be able to atone for his sins, but would also be able to achieve unprecedented merit.

Faced with the huge temptation of benefits and the pressure of severe situation, he made a desperate attempt to turn the tide.

The "micro-control master" hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

He slowly walked towards the phone, stretched out his slightly trembling hand, and asked the duty room to transfer the call to Admiral Alan Kirk, commander of the Seventh Fleet.

The phone call lasted for half an hour.

During this time, Jianfeng paced anxiously outside the door, veins bulging on his forehead and his clothes soaked with sweat.

He felt like an ant on hot pot, anxious and uneasy.

When the "Micro-Manipulation Master" finished the call and slowly walked out of the room, Jianfeng couldn't wait to go up to him and asked anxiously, "Father, how many fleets are Xiaomei planning to send to participate in the war this time?"

The “Micro-Manipulation Master”’s face was as pale as a pig’s liver, and his eyes revealed deep disappointment and anger: “Alan Kirk rejected our proposal.

During the call, he claimed that the battle took place on the west side of the median line, and that it was the Anyang that crossed the median line without authorization to carry out combat missions, and that we had violated the defense agreement.

"No, that's impossible! When I gave the order, I specifically reminded you not to cross the center line."

Jianfeng's face changed drastically, and his brows twisted into a knot. "It has only been three hours since the battleship was destroyed. Even if Xiaomei's family launched an investigation, it is impossible for them to draw a conclusion so quickly. They are..."

"It seems that you have also figured it out. Xiaomei's family does not want to go to war with them.

The so-called warships crossing the median line is just an excuse they made to shirk their responsibility for breach of contract.

Damn, these guys are really unreliable."

The "micro-control master" had a gloomy expression, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He slumped in the chair like a puddle of mud, staring ahead with empty eyes.

Jianfeng still did not give up, and asked with a confused look on his face: "Father, didn't Xiaomei's family always shout that as long as they dared to make a rash move, they would not hesitate to take action? Why did they back off this time?"

"You are still too young. When Xiaomei's family says you have a chance to make a breakthrough, you better really make a breakthrough."

Master Micromanagement sighed: "Anyway, now Xiaomei's family can no longer be relied upon, we can only rely on ourselves to clean up the mess."

"The news of the destruction of the Anyang will spread throughout the island and even the world tomorrow... By then, the enemies hiding in the dark will surely take the opportunity to stir up trouble. Jianfeng, do you know how to deal with it?"

"Father, don't worry, I will go back and arrange manpower immediately." Jianfeng turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the "Micro-Manipulation Master", his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and reluctance, and asked in a low voice: "Father, how should Wu Jingzhong's family be dealt with?"

"Let's send it to Babacho."

The micromanipulation master said expressionlessly.

"As for those who knew that you were the one who mobilized the warships, they and their families will all be sent to Baba Town!"

"Since we have already taken action, don't take any more chances. Send the family of the An Yang's main commander in as well."

"The search and rescue team will set out tomorrow morning. I hope those elites from the United States who fell into the water can hold on for a while longer."

The "micro-management master" slowly walked to the flower pot, picked up a pair of scissors, and started cutting the beautiful blooming peony flower.

The crisp clicking sound echoed in the silent study, giving Jianfeng goose bumps all over his body and a chill to his heart.

"Yes……"

Jianfeng's heart trembled, then he slowly turned around and walked out of the house backwards.

The fate of the soldiers on the battleship has been determined and cannot be changed.

The people who handled this matter were all Jianfeng's trusted subordinates. They were loyal to Jianfeng and were willing to serve him wholeheartedly.

However, in order to get rid of the responsibility, Jianfeng had to kill them and push them to their death.

Jianfeng looked up to the sky and sighed, then resolutely rushed into the endless darkness.

Tonight is destined to be a long and bloody sleepless night, and countless blood is about to flow.

The micro-control expert opened the window and watched Jianfeng's back disappear into the darkness, his heart full of doubts.

He was well aware of the strength over there, otherwise they would not have allowed the warship to be transferred away.

How did they sink the battleship?
At this time, we are at the base in Keelung.

The senior staff of Xiaomei's family were also holding a tense meeting.

"The Anyang is our most advanced warship, but it has been sunk. Do they have some powerful weapon?"

"We have to find out."

"At the same time, in order to avoid worrying our allies, we must also respond accordingly."

"Hold a military exercise, equip more ammunition, and build up momentum."

"But one thing must be kept in mind: it is only for show, and any substantive conflict is strictly prohibited."

Alan Kirk hurriedly ended the meeting and flew off the island to the Pentagon to report on the situation.

He was becoming increasingly confused about the situation in the mainland.

Large vacuum tube computers, new steam locomotives. A while ago, a rocket launcher capable of shooting down airplanes appeared, and now it has blown up the Anyang.

The strength demonstrated by the mainland in the past two years has far exceeded expectations.

Alan Kirk knew the old men in Congress all too well.

Don't be fooled by their fierce words.

But the most courageous.

Those who were taken care of by them were all weak people.

If you show a little strength, they will back off.

and so.

It is absolutely impossible to go to war under such circumstances.

It's just that those people in Langley are just good-for-nothings.

After two full years, we still haven't figured out what's going on.

Alan Kirk came up with a good idea. Langley could not shirk his responsibility for the destruction of the Anyang.

cough cough.

Successfully passed the buck.

The next day.

The news of the destruction of the An Yang spread throughout the world.

Major international newspapers published this news on their front pages.

Western European AFP newspaper: "The destroyer Anyang is the first destroyer to be destroyed after World War II, which means that war may start again."

The Associated Press newspaper: "Strongly condemn the act of destroying the warship, and advise some people not to shoot themselves in the foot!"

Reuters Newspaper: "Listen to Big Brother"

German newspaper Le Monde: "Listen to the big brother +1"

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The eastern camp has a different style.

The newspaper of Big Brother TASS: "Shock! The Anyang destroyer is vulnerable, which indicates that the Benson-class destroyer has a fatal flaw"

The Russians focused their reports on the attack on the Benson-class destroyer and mainly analyzed the shortcomings of the Benson-class destroyer.

Then the indicators and parameters of the country's most advanced missile destroyer, the Kotlin class, were attached.

They just short of writing the slogan "My products are good, in large quantities and at low prices, come and buy them!" directly in the title.

The little brothers in Eastern Europe celebrated one after another.

《Ecstasy, those who do evil will die!》

"It's a relief that the troublemaker finally got his comeuppance"

"The destruction of the Anyang destroyer means the failure of the enemy's conspiracy"

Bakr of Iraq even wrote a press release in his own handwriting, "Strongly Request Xiaomei's Family to Get Out of Other People's Homes"

Only the newspapers on the island were silent.

Because the editors-in-chief of those newspapers were receiving help from spirit infusion sticks in a small dark room.

Of course, there were also some troublemakers who held up slogans.

As a result, he was beaten with six sticks in one second.

You ask why you can only swing six sticks per second.

That’s because Comrade Jianfeng gave too much, but there were only six people next to them.

If the news is nothing but verbal battles and verbal exchanges with saliva flying everywhere.

Then the mobilization of ships would be a real fight with real swords and guns, and the situation would be tense.

Xiaomei's warships came out in full force and launched a seemingly grand exercise with great fanfare.

My goodness, that was quite a big scene, costing a full two million US dollars in exercise funds. The artillery shells were fired as if they were free, thousands of tons of them, and what was the result?
In the end, we harvested 500 kilograms of fish and a turtle.

The turtle was brought to the deck, and when it saw that Xiaomei's family was not paying attention, it spread its legs and ran away, as fast as the wind.

He ran to the side of the ship and turned back to spit at the soldiers. His expression seemed to be saying, "What can you get out of all this trouble?"

Then it slowly dived into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

The teams on the southeast coast were also quickly mobilized.

The joint defense team assembled urgently, and warships left the port one after another and rushed to their respective posts.

Even Li Yunlong, who was about to go to the border to take up a post, was temporarily transferred over to lead the team on guard.

"Fuck it, Xiaomei's family isn't coming either. This is going to be boring."

On the ship, Li Yunlong sat leisurely on a recliner, playing with the Red Star RPG.

In the current situation, everyone knows what is going on clearly and they are just playing along with their opponents.

We know in our hearts that the other side is acting, and the other side also knows that we are bluffing.

In this case, the chance of conflict is pitifully small.

Only some people on the island really thought that Ye Dad would help them.

The deputy was really worried that Li Yunlong would not be able to sit still, so he drove the boat forward and fired at him.

In the past, they used homemade cannons, which were complicated to operate, and Li Yunlong sometimes couldn't help but fire a shot.

Now that he has the Red Star RPG, Li Yunlong likes to have sex even more.

Whenever I hear there's movement somewhere, my first reaction is to have sex.

So now that group of bad guys don’t dare to pass through Li Yunlong’s defense line.

The deputy thought that Li Yunlong's attention should be distracted a little.

He asked quietly, "Commander, what exactly are we going to do by moving our troops to the border this time?"

This question is not just a puzzle in the deputy's mind, it is a common concern of all officers, soldiers and commanders of the C Army.

Army C is an elite force, and that's why they were sent to guard this coastline.

Now he is being transferred to the seemingly peaceful plateau. Anyone would think there is something fishy going on.

In particular, this time not only the C Army, but also the A Army, D Army and the Second Artillery Corps were pulled to the plateau.

Moreover, the gathering of these teams was carried out in secret.

Take Army C for example. In name, it is still stationed on the southeast coast, but in reality, most of its main forces have been quietly transferred there.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that something big was going to happen.

Li Yunlong blew his beard and glared: "How should I know? When you get there, go ask Zhao Gang. That guy is now the teacher's confidant."

Zhao Gang is now serving as the group army's staff officer, and his rank is firmly above Li Yunlong.

The deputy smiled secretly, thinking that Old Li is already old, but he is still like a child.

"Commander, you can go to the front line, but Zhao Gang can only stay in the rear, right?"

"Hey, I like what you said, kid."

Li Yunlong was immediately delighted when he heard this: "After this performance, we will be transferred. I have to go to Beijing for a meeting. You should find a way to prepare some local specialties."

"Commander, have you also learned to give gifts?" the deputy was surprised.

"Don't put too much blame on me. This is for a younger generation."

Li Yunlong squinted his eyes and looked at the undulating sea surface, muttering softly: "If it weren't for that kid, Zhao Gang and I would never have fought together in this life. Maybe we can avoid the strong wind this time."

Li Yunlong seemed reckless, but he keenly noticed some clues.

"clear."

"By the way, we need tiger whips, get a few more of them. That kid likes tiger whips." Li Yunlong seemed to remember something and reminded again.

Deputy: “.”

How weak must the body of Li Yunlong's young man be?

"One, two, four, ninety-nine. One hundred"

At this time, on the deck of the Cross, a young man in a train driver's uniform was doing push-ups.

Next to him, an old man with a slicked-back hair squatted there and helped him count.

When the number reached one hundred, the young man stood up straight.

Li Aiguo did 100 push-ups in one breath without even breathing heavily, only a little sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wu Jingzhong was amazed and said, "You just said you were a train driver. I didn't believe you at first, but now I have to believe it a little."

As he spoke, Wu Jingzhong handed Li Aiguo a towel.

They were both very friendly, even affectionate.

No one could have guessed that the two of them almost had a fight last night.

Captain Liu had been watching from the side and still found it hard to believe.

According to the plan, after Wu Jingzhong was captured, he should be handcuffed and locked in the cabin.

Li Aiguo stopped Captain Liu and said that people like Wu Jingzhong were very aware of the current affairs and he would never have any improper thoughts.

Moreover, if you want Wu Jingzhong to cooperate, you have to give him some hope.

How could an enemy of Wu Jingzhong's level, who had received special training and sworn an oath, surrender so easily?

Captain Liu felt that Li Aiguo underestimated the enemy, but according to the content of the telegram, he had to carry out the order.

Captain Liu did not let his worry go and personally led his men to keep a close eye on Wu Jingzhong.

The results confirmed Li Aiguo's prediction.

Although Wu Jingzhong was granted "freedom", he never contacted the crew on the ship during the past two days, and would report in advance every time he wanted to do something.

Wu Jingzhong even took the initiative to find Captain Liu and asked Captain Liu to handcuff him at night to prevent him from being mistakenly thought to be escaping and shot when he went to the toilet.

These are not “enemies” at all; they are clearly “surrenderers”!
"Driver Li, I am truly surrendering. If I hadn't been kidnapped from the airport by Ren Feng, I would have surrendered already."

Wu Jingzhong took advantage of the time when Li Aiguo was reading and came close to him again to whisper.

Li Aiguo raised his head and smiled: "Old Wu, I actually think you are a very pure person."

"what?"

"Your goal from beginning to end is to make money, lots of money.

Then go to a safe place to retire. As for the above tasks, delay them if possible, and fulfill them if possible.

As long as it does not affect my position and money-making activities, I will turn a blind eye to everything else."

Li Aiguo paused for a moment, stared into his eyes and said slowly: "You worked hard to save so many gold bars. Now tell me, did you want to surrender?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Jingzhong's face suddenly became solemn.

He stared at Li Aiguo for five full minutes before he sighed, "I didn't expect there is someone in this world who knows me so well."

"So, Old Wu, let's not play those fancy tricks. Look, I don't treat you as a prisoner, shouldn't you be more aware of it?"

Li Aiguo's words shattered Wu Jingzhong's last glimmer of hope.

There is nothing more terrifying than being seen through, which means everything you do is a flaw.

This old fox, who had joined the enemy organization during the Renaissance Society period and held the rank of major general, felt for the first time that he had become a prey.

He then wisely chose to cooperate and told everything he knew.

Li Aiguo held the confession in the materials and sighed in his heart.

If the enemies captured this time were young and of lower status, it would probably take some effort to get them to cooperate.

After all, those young people do have faith in their hearts.

People of Wu Jingzhong's level have long forgotten their faith.

But he still had a problem.

"Old Wu, you were once the stationmaster of a 160-person staff. Why would they send you here for such a dangerous job? Even if they did, you, an old fox, would definitely find a way to avoid it."

When talking about this, Wu Jingzhong became furious and recounted his experience on the island.

"Those guys are just jackals! Those were the gold bars I saved with great effort, and they extorted them all away."

Hearing this, Li Aiguo almost laughed out loud.

In the past, Wu Jingzhong was a jackal in the mainland.

Once on the island, the resources available are limited.

People of Wu Jingzhong's level became prey.

(End of this chapter)