Outside the Drakken Mountains, the Feng system is inside the camp.

Feng Ji sat on the chair with a dazed look, his cheeks pale and shaped like a sculpture.

Next to him, a staff officer was holding Feng Lei’s death notice and the death report from 103 Hukou. He wanted to open his mouth to report it several times, but he ended up holding it back.

After a while of consideration, the staff officer placed the notice and report on the table, saluted and shouted: "Commander, our personnel have taken back the bodies of the sacrificial soldiers and officers, and are currently returning to the frontline positions."

"Go out... go out." Feng Ji stuttered.

The staff officer turned his head and looked at the people next to him, winked at the other generals, and everyone left together.

Everyone left, and the combat room of the headquarters seemed very deserted. Feng Ji sat alone on the chair. After nearly two or three minutes of silence, he suddenly felt a violent vomiting in his stomach. He suddenly stood up, covered his abdomen, and spit out the filth in his stomach on the ground with a whistle.

Feng Ji had no tears, nor even the feeling of wanting to cry, but only the strong physiological reaction caused by extreme sadness.

He vomited for a long time, sat on the ground holding the chair, his eyes red, and blood slowly flowed out of his nostrils.

From a famous patriotic general in the three major regions to today, he has no father, brother, and many relatives. Now he has no son...

He looked at the empty room in a daze, the cold door of the big barracks, as if the walking corpse whose soul had been pulled away in an instant, sitting motionless.

Feng Ji's situation today may make people applaud, or it may also make Feng's family members and Feng's generals feel distressed, because in their hearts, after Feng Chengzhang's defeat and death, the only one who protects everyone was this war criminal, a traitor, who treats war passively or is living on the battlefield. Feng Ji just wants to protect the interests of the family and faction.

But if you think about it carefully, will Feng Ji’s situation today also have another ending for many people?

If Xiang Zehao did not choose to join the coalition, nor did he choose to stick to his beliefs, but instead chose to take the team family, what would he have today?

There are also Gu Yan, Chen Jun and others. If they choose the second path, what will happen?

In this era, every person standing in the wind and a decision may affect the second half of the life and the future of many people.

Many things have been dug out and crushed and explained in detail. Who can really explain right and wrong and determine right and wrong?

That night, Feng Lei's body was transported back to the camp. Feng Ji stayed with him in the corpse tent overnight. The next morning, he lit a military incinerator and cremated his body.

Light it with your own hands!!

...

On a small island about 2,000 kilometers away from the Fourth District, Jiang Xiaolong's plane landed here.

Because this island is too small, it has no name on the map after the first year and only has geographical numbers, so it is very unfamiliar and unknown to ordinary people.

However, for the military and security departments in some major regions, this place is very eye-catching and famous because there is a group of private armed forces who do more extreme things, called CSS.

Jiang Xiaolong came here today to help Keke talk to this organization about something. The acquaintance between the two parties comes from the old friends teahouse, and he is also very famous in the circle, and has had a regular cooperation with this CSS in the EU.

Jiang Xiaolong was wearing a straight suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very handsome and graceful as he got on the off-road military vehicle on the island.

The convoy rushed to the main base on the island. Jiang Xiaolong looked down at his cell phone and frowned.

"Has Drakken finished the battle?" the assistant asked tentatively.

"The fight is over, but the situation is not very good." Jiang Xiaolong frowned and sighed, "If this trend continues, if it doesn't make a good deal, I really have to play a role."

"Mr. Jiang, there is something I have never understood." The assistant was silent for a while and couldn't help but say, "...You said that we were originally doing business. Although we will inevitably deal with some political and political parties because of some business expansion, but... I personally think there is no need to get involved so deeply."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Xiaolong asked with a smile.

"I just think that Mr. Yu's strategic structure is a bit too big. He has completely tied the entire capital to the political chariot. I am afraid that many things will lose control in the future." The assistant sighed and said, "I'm even more afraid, you can't help it."

Jiang Xiaolong inserted his hand, turned his head and looked out the window, and replied in a plain manner: "Before he decided to completely support Tengba's army, Keke asked me to talk to you once."

"What did you say?"

"She advised me to withdraw my shares, liquidate my funds, leave my old friends, and not to get involved in a deeper political game. To put it bluntly, she was afraid of implicating me." Jiang Xiaolong replied truthfully: "Later, I encountered that attack and was seriously injured. She talked to me again and prepared more than a dozen private accounts in various regions to refund the funds I should have, but I did not agree."

The assistant was a little puzzled: "Mr. Jiang, why didn't you agree? The rise of the nation and war are what the political F should do, not the responsibility of commercial institutions! We should do a good job in the economy and bring money to our hometown, so we are considered a conscientious entrepreneur."

"Haha." Jiang Xiaolong grinned and looked at him and said, "I think District 4 is an opportunity, a good opportunity."

"I don't believe it." The assistant curled his lips and replied: "Before joining an old friend, you didn't care about money and career, and you never like to get too close to politics and F..."

"You're talking too much." Jiang Xiaolong looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If you can figure out what I think, you'll be the boss long ago."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaolong's expression was serious, the assistant shut up helplessly and did not speak.

After a long time, the convoy stopped in front of the headquarters of the fourth district of CSS. More than 30 men in military uniforms were holding guns and organizing armbands hanging on their arms, lined up to welcome them.

This group of people has all skin colors and looks very messy, but from the perspective of weapons and equipment, it can be seen that they are very rich.

"My friend, long time no see!" A white man in his thirties stepped forward and extended his palm to Jiang Xiaolong with a smile.

"Hello!" The two sides met.

...

Summer Island.

Zhou Xingli was also very depressed because he was very unfortunate recently. Not only did Roger lose him, but Feng Lei was also killed by his breasts.

Feng Lei's entire army's order of commendation was less than two days apart from Feng Lei's death notice!

Destiny, why do you have to torture Commander-in-Chief Zhou who is suffering from gastrointestinal level again and again!!

Zhou Xingli frowned and sat in the office. After a long silence, he said, "I posthumously awarded Feng Lei as a lieutenant general and the second full-army commendation. Let the financial department draw a portion of the compensation for military expenditure, increase the amount by 30%, and allocate it to the Feng Corps... Oh, by the way, I ordered the fourth district to hold a funeral for Feng Lei, which will make the key points. The main generals must be present to mourn except for combat missions."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!