Yamen.

In the command of the Zhou regiment, Li Bokang was watching a new round of defensive reports from the frontline positions. A staff officer stepped over and whispered to report: "General Staff, Westbrook Command has sent a transfer order, asking us to draw a division to redirect Hongdan Airport to coordinate with the Feng regime to defend the attack of the enemy's First Army in the Lu District and the 122nd Army in the Sichuan District."

Li Bokang looked up and frowned and asked, "Has the Feng Sect communicated with us?"

"Not yet!" The staff officer shook his head: "Feng Ji has left, and the person in charge is his chief of staff. I guess they will contact us immediately after the order is issued."

Li Bokang was confused when he heard this: "Where has Feng Ji left? Where have he gone? Has he been transferred back to the front battlefield?"

"No, he's back to Xia Island."

"Ah???" Li Bokang looked at the staff officer in confusion and asked, "He went back to Xia Island to dry chicken feathers!"

"It is said that he was slightly injured on the frontier battlefield, and our battlefield hospital in Inner Harbor was full, and the camp was crowded, so he took the retreated wounded soldiers to go back to Xia Island to rest." The staff officer replied with a sneer: "To put it bluntly, Feng Ji found an excuse. Because he was beaten too hard by the Sichuan army on the side battlefield, he couldn't hold on, so he got a chief of staff here to hold on. If there is anything wrong, he has room for maneuver! Haha, Feng Ji and Westbrook... are also hiding their minds."

When Li Bokang heard this, he stood up: "Damn, is he brain-sick? Why did he go back to Xia Island?!"

The staff officer didn't understand why Li Bokang was so excited. He thought the other party was angry because Feng Ji ran away, so he advised him: "General Staff, don't be angry. The Republican is in a worrying situation now. Let's not say it's nice... Whether it is the Zhou army or the Feng army, they are all thugs on the front battlefield. At this time, everyone was a little scheming in their minds. That's normal. After all, no one wants to fight in the Yemen battlefield until they are out of ammunition and food. Westbrook has lost his troops. Looking back, the Military and Political Department in the first district can make up for them, but our troops are exhausted. Who can make up for us?"

Li Bokang waved his hand: "I'm not talking about this!!"

"What is that?" the staff officer asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid something happens to Feng Ji's return to Xia Island!" Li Bokang walked around the house anxiously: "What is the attitude of the upper class towards him? You don't know what kind of attitude is?"

The staff officer was stunned for a moment and immediately guessed what Li Bokang meant, so he replied with a smile: "You are too worried about this. Feng Ji brought eight or nine thousand people when he went back this time. Although many of them were wounded soldiers, there was a number of people after all. And the people from the Marine Corps in the European Zone 1 will definitely follow some of them. There is no one in Xia Island at present... The upper class has ideas and will not do it at this time because they have no capital."

Li Bokang looked at him: "You know what a fool, when I left..."

The staff officer looked at Li Bokang in shock, not understanding what he meant. Li Bokang said halfway, but stopped talking and did not continue.

"I think you are too worried. The situation of the Republican is not very good now. It's all pointing to the Yemen battlefield. The upper class is looking down on Feng Ji, so I probably won't take any action at this time..." The staff advised him again.

"You don't understand. If the Republicans are in good condition now, then maybe the upper class will not have any ideas. At worst, they will do what they should do when the war is over, but now they are balanced, or even against the wind!! The upper class may consider the issue of re-supporting the civil affairs department, and Feng Ji has not had many people at his hands. At this time...!" Li Bokang said this, and felt even more uneasy, and directly changed the topic and issued an order: "Call the headquarters immediately, I want to talk to Commander Zhou."

...

Summer Island.

Zhou Xingli sat in the conference room, inserted his hands, and looked at Yan Hu and other confidants with expressionless face.

"Commander-in-Chief, General Staff Li's phone number!" A communication officer lay in Zhou Xingli's ear and said.

Zhou Xingli looked back at him: "Tell him that I'm in a meeting and I'll be back later."

"Yes!" the communications officer nodded.

After thinking for a while, Yan Hu looked at Zhou Xingli in a low voice and said, "Commander-in-Chief, I don't think you have to worry about it. I have conflicts with them at the battle at Hongdan Airport, which is well known to everyone."

"Yeah." Zhou Xingli nodded slowly, and didn't say anything more. He just watched everyone communicate and discuss with Yan Hu.

...

On a transport ship in Europe one.

Feng Ji sat in the single room, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette.

"Commander, I think the battle of Yemen is not so easy to turn the tables." The staff officer wore a military uniform and whispered to Feng Ji: "As far as I know, many people in the upper class of the Republicans suggested a ceasefire, and the Chief Executive of the District 1 was also very hesitant... but in the end, he listened to Westbrook's words and chose to continue fighting here. But have you ever thought about it? If Yemen was defeated... what would the political pattern be like later?"

Feng Ji took a sip of cigarette: "Westbrook, get out of class may be dismissed."

"The get out of class will definitely be dismissed." The staff officer said without hesitation: "If you are defeated, the first commander will definitely come out to take the blame, and he is our biggest backer at present! Without him, the Chinese armed forces will be the one who has the biggest fists. We have fought in a row for a while, with more than 20,000 injuries and more than 10,000 people directly reduced our combat power. At present, less than 20,000 people are available. What about the Zhou Dynasty? The number of people is almost twice ours. They have no right to speak at this stage. That's because Westbrook is in power... Do you understand what I mean?"

Feng Ji thought for a while: "Do you think the He family can be reliable?"

"I don't think it's reliable. He Chong is a guy who changes his mind. He joins us because he is fighting against the Zhou clan. But if he can't fight one day... then his position is hard to say." The staff officer replied bluntly.

Feng Ji took a deep breath of cigarette: "I understand what you mean, don't be anxious, go back first!"

"Just have a clear idea in your mind." The consultant ended.

In fact, Feng Ji was also very depressed. His corps was a consumable that could not be supplemented. After leaving the three major areas, Zhou Fenghe was like a lonely ghost who had lost his roots. The death of a single person in the army meant that there was no way to supplement it, and this was also the reason why they were afraid of big wars.

One day when the corps is consumed, the Feng faction will have no use value.

Feng Ji sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette in a restless mood, and suddenly the scene of Drakken corpses all over the ground appeared in his mind.

...

Not known in a certain place.

Jiang Xiaolong's plane landed in a dilapidated airport. He took the people around him and quickly walked towards the car, preparing to meet CSS's friend.
Chapter completed!