District 9

It's about six o'clock in the morning.

More than a hundred air force pilots from the 129th Brigade of the Fifth Air Force Division of the Eighth District were called to the smallest airport on the edge of Yanbei City.

After the team leader Han Jingzhong finished the meeting with everyone, he allowed everyone five minutes of free time to use the base phone under the supervision of the communications corps.

At the entrance of the warehouse, Han Jingzhong chewed gum and took out his personal phone from his pocket several times, but in the end he did not choose to use it.

The deputy came over from a distance and whispered to him: "Ready, we can leave now."

"Let's gather when the time comes." Han Jingzhong nodded.

"...Why don't you make a call?"

"No, my family hasn't gotten up yet." Han Jingzhong smiled, reached out and patted his comrade on the shoulder: "...let's go."

"Um."

The five minutes of free time passed quickly. One hundred and ten airmen gathered, boarded the helicopter at the small airport, and then flew to the No. 1 Air Force Base in Fengbei, District 9.

…

at the same time.

Fengbei, Changji, and Songjiang in the Ninth District each urgently dispatched a city defense brigade and rushed to Beifengkou for support, with a total force of less than 20,000.

On the Lu District battlefield, Xiang Zehao also led the Wu faction's main force of more than 20,000 troops to return to the north wind outlet, marching very quickly.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, the Beifengkou area was already in chaos, and a large number of people were notified to evacuate. But there were too many people to leave, and there were very few troops responsible for assisting in the evacuation, so the situation in various regions seemed very chaotic. Moreover, many businessmen with properties in Beifengkou are somewhat resistant to this evacuation, and the cadres of the autonomous association still have to do ideological work.

A large number of factories and stores were forced to close. The roads were crowded with pedestrians and vehicles, and riots broke out in some areas.

No matter what age or situation, there are always some bad guys who take advantage of the chaos to make trouble for their own selfish desires, making the already difficult situation even worse.

But fortunately, most of the people in Beifengkou are rational and understand that the Wu clan is currently in a difficult situation. They also know that the evacuation is for everyone's benefit, so they are more cooperative.

Wu Tianyin made three public speeches early in the morning through the Wu clique's media, calling on the public to support the work of the troops and evacuate in an orderly manner, and assured them that there would be specialized troops and government organizations to settle everyone in Erlonggang. Ensure their daily necessities.

On the street, Wu Tianyin was sitting in a military vehicle, looking at the chaotic crowd and the bustling commercial street, wishing he could tear Zhou Xingli into pieces.

This is the place where he was reborn. It is no exaggeration to say that every public infrastructure here was planned, invested and built by his people. Now, overnight, these efforts may have come to nothing.

Wu Tianyin is no longer young, his temples have turned gray, and the wrinkles on his face have become more obvious. Time has brought him calmness, and he is not as cynical as before, but the character engraved in his bones can never be changed.

In addition to Qin Yu, Lin Yaozong personally called Wu Tianyin twice since last night, asking him to evacuate to a safe place first and hand over the forward positions to the command of the military chief, but Wu Tianyin refused both times.

…

District six.

In an air force base near the no-man's land of Xibo, a blond, blue-eyed, one-armed man with a military coat draped over his shoulders stepped down from the helicopter, followed by seven or eight personal guards.

He was Kirill Kang Barov who had been imprisoned in the Sichuan Mansion for a long time. After this man was rescued by the Zhou Clan, he returned to the Sixth District and was regarded as a national hero. The local media have been promoting all day long how he suffered cruel abuse from his enemies during his captivity, but he stuck to his faith and never betrayed his party and so on.

Because Kirill is the core child of the Barov family, with this resume and publicity, he has rapidly risen in position after his return. He is currently a major general and is the executor of the plan to attack Beifengkou. one.

In the air force base, the waiting officers lined up to welcome him and saluted Kirill collectively.

With a smile on his face, Kirill waved his hands to everyone, and then followed the senior officers of the air force base into the main building with rapid strides.

Ten minutes later, in the conference room, Kirill spoke concisely to the generals at the air force base: "We have just received news that the Wu faction has been transferring a large number of people at Beifengkou. This means that they have received it and we need to attack in advance. The news. Therefore, the upper management held an urgent meeting to discuss and decided to advance the plan again and officially launch an air attack on the north wind outlet tomorrow night."

Everyone listened quietly without interrupting.

"The specific locations for air strikes and bombings are all on the plan map." Kirill continued: "In addition to the enemy's military units, we also need to bomb the areas where people gathered to evacuate. Because this can involve the Wu faction's troops to protect The people...are favorable to our army's attack on the North Wind Pass."

…

On the march outside Lu District.

Xiang Zehao also dialed his wife's phone number and asked her in a low voice: "Are you leaving?"

"We left by plane together with the military officer's family group, and we have arrived in the ninth district." My wife asked urgently: "How is the situation over there?"

"I'm on my way back to Beifengkou." After Xiang Zehao replied concisely, he immediately comforted him: "You don't need to worry about me. Just stay well in District 9. We will talk on the phone later..."

"Husband, I heard that Free Chan is very determined to attack Beifengkou this time. You must pay attention to your safety."

"It's okay, I know what's going on."

"You are passing by District 9, can we meet?"

"I'm not taking the route to the edge of District 9. We have to take a detour and go quickly. We probably won't be able to meet him." Xiang Zehao frowned and replied, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"Okay, call me when you have time."

"Um."

After saying that, the couple ended the call.

…

It's about one o'clock in the afternoon.

In a boarding and lodging shop in the Songjiang Waidai planning area, a drunk man woke up and sat by the window on the second floor of the shop, eating his meal.

While eating, the drunk man noticed a large number of military vehicles passing by outside and many helicopters flying, so he asked his familiar boss, "What's going on? Why is there suddenly so much tension here?"

"It seems that there is going to be a war at Beifengkou. I heard that many people have been evacuated to Erlonggang, and our troops from District 9 have also set off." The boss sat on the table next to him, smoking a cigarette, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Dog. Japan’s freedom is so fucking unworthy...!”

"Are you going to fight Liberty?" the drunkard asked.

"I heard it is."

"...Oh." The drunk man nodded and said no more.

Ten minutes later, after the meal was finished, the drunk man sat at the window and drank a cup of tea. He suddenly said to the boss: "I... let me check out."

"Why can't you stop?"

"I want to go somewhere else."

"Fine."

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the drunk man checked out of the room. Wearing dirty clothes, he walked to the entrance of the living village. He asked a driver who was slugging his feet, "Master, are you going to Beifengkou?"

"Are you crazy? How far away is this? Why don't you talk about going to the moon?"