Late at night, in the Nanhu office building of the first advance army of the Chen family, Chen Zhongqi sat on a chair in the office and looked at the video conference video on the computer and said: "...Zihui, come to the east, let's open the skylight and talk. If Chen Jun has already moved the commander-in-chief, what shall we do?"

"How likely is this if it is?" Chen Zihui, the deputy commander of the advance army, frowned and asked.

"...You think it's a fact that Chen Jun led the army to rebel. Then everyone else has entered Nanhu. If the commander-in-chief was not moved by him, why didn't you stop him and let him go?" Chen Zhongqi frowned Said: "In short, there are a lot of details like this, in addition, there is another very critical point."

"What's the point?" He Donglai asked.

"That's because we can't afford to gamble." Chen Zhongqi said hoarsely: "Even if the commander-in-chief is only 10% likely to be moved, as long as it happens, it will be fatal to us. Once Qin Yu's soldiers are not bloody. If you want to take Nanhu, you must kill people when you enter the city. It is estimated that the core generals of our first advance army will be very hard to escape."

In the video, the absolute leaders of the two advance forces looked at each other with unpleasant expressions.

"...We can't afford to take this risk."

"Do you mean rebellion?" Chen Zihui asked directly, "Aren't we the same as Shen Wanzhou and the others?"

"No, I don't want to rebel. As long as the commander-in-chief orders troops to clear Chen Jun's rebels in front of everyone, then we are definitely willing to accept his leadership." Chen Zhongqi said bluntly: "...I am not Shen Wanzhou, let alone end up. A soldier admonishes his elder brother's reputation. Zihui, Donglai, we just want to protect ourselves."

"The Nanhu city is all the direct line of the commander-in-chief. Let's go to the meeting, how can you force the commander-in-chief to order?" He Donglai asked.

"I have been in the General Staff for so long, can I still have this card?" Chen Zhongqi said in a low voice: "Some people were brought in, and the venue was blocked during the meeting. These people directly kneeled to the commander-in-chief to issue an order to suppress the rebels. Order, and then the Navy and the Zhou family will cooperate. Eat Chen Jun and cook the raw rice for mature rice. This way... the position of the commander-in-chief will not change, and everyone will be safe. To put it another way, it’s not good, even if we If you fail, you will end up with the reputation of being a loyal minister, not a rebellious general."

Chen Zihui pondered for a while: "...Now it's hard to ride a tiger, I agree with you."

…

At about one o'clock in the morning, in the headquarters of the Nanhu Chen Department.

Chen Zhongren sat cross-legged on the bedding, drinking rice porridge while looking at the chessboard on the table.

On the opposite side, a middle-aged general was sitting cross-legged on the flat with a nervous expression, wiping his cheeks with a tissue. He didn't know if it was hot or because he was too fat. In short, he was awkward to sit on the bedding, his face was full of sweat.

While drinking the porridge, Chen Zhongren asked faintly, "Pharaoh, what do you think of the current situation while moving the chess pieces on the chess board?"

The middle-aged raised his head when he heard the sound, and replied with a bright smile: "...Commander-in-chief, this battle broke out in the interior. Our navy has never participated in the war, so all the information comes from battle reports and data analysis. But it's only on paper. When talking about the current situation, I can only catch a glimpse of the leopard. I really don’t know how to judge..."

"Xiaojun came to me. He persuaded me to open the Nanhu city gate and welcome the coalition forces into the city, so as to clear up the suspicion with Chuanfu and the Eighth District. But when he just left, Zhong Qi also looked for me. I can tell from his words. Many people don't want to tie their hands to Qin Yu." Chen Zhongren sighed and said, "Ah, I am also very contradictory now. Just like this chess board, I can see the chess path clearly, but I just can't make a move. The desired result is difficult."

The middle-aged Wang wiped his sweat again, and immediately echoed his reply: "...to grasp the overall situation is what your commander-in-chief should consider, and for the generals, I only need to do my best to execute your orders, and I personally believe... ."

"This is too oily." Chen Zhongren interrupted directly: "I want to hear your true thoughts."

The middle-aged Wang was silent, his face pale.

"Do you support Zhong Qi's proposal, or do you think Xiaojun's proposal can also be considered?" Chen Zhongren pressed.

The middle-aged surname Wang clenched his fists and said in a low voice again: "I support the commander-in-chief’s judgment. No matter which plan you choose, all combat units in our navy will follow your order and the plan you make will prevail. Goal."

Chen Zhongren didn't raise his head. He still bowed his head and drank the porridge, looking at the chessboard, while the middle-aged Wang, who surnamed Wang, didn't dare to move at this moment, and just sat in silence.

Chen Zhongren moved the Chess on the chessboard and prepared to play the game: "Hehe, Pharaoh! My son has betrayed...Ah, do you think I can believe you?"

After hearing the sound of the middle-aged Wang, he stood up suddenly, saluted and shouted: "I will wait for the admiral to swear to support the leader."

Chen Zhongren put down the bowl and looked up at him: "I don't want to ask about those things about you in the past, but you can't make the wrong move anymore with this move."

The middle-aged Wang stunned for a moment, and replied again: "I remember the teachings of the commander-in-chief!"

"Can you eat something? I think you are hungry and thin recently." Chen Zhongren got up, patted the opponent's shoulder vigorously, and then decisively left.

Five minutes later, in the corridor, a staff officer asked Chen Zhongren: "Look at him...?"

"Available." Chen Zhongren replied concisely.

…

Inside Chen Jun's camp.

"I will buy some casual clothes right away, enough for three regiments." Chen Jun sat in a chair and said: "People will be transferred out, secretly leave the camp, secretly gather, and you will manage it yourself."

"Understood!" the chief of staff asked after nodding, "when?"

"Tomorrow, the gun will sound." Chen Jun replied.

"Got it."

After the two discussed, Meng Xi rushed to sit in Chen Jun's office and asked with a smile: "Brother Jun, what can I do for you?"

"Did you come with a sword or an amnesty?" Chen Jun intervened and asked.

Meng Xi thought for a while and replied: "You tell me, there are all."

"... Refreshing!" Chen Jun nodded slowly.

"Can you move it?" Meng Xi asked bluntly.

"Try it!" Chen Jun replied.

…

Lu Huai, UU reading www.uukānshu.com In the nursing home, Xu Hancheng lay on the hospital bed and asked in a low voice: "Did Commander Zhou agree to Chen Zhongqi's plan?"

"Yes, the Luhuai troops will come forward to cooperate." The officer next to him nodded in response.

"Fuck, this Chen Zhongqi is a shit-cutter." Xu Hancheng shook his head and commented: "When they and Chuanfu hadn't torn their faces, this **** rushed to the top of the Chen family to **** us. Later, when he split, he He also advocated Ganchuan Prefecture, Ganba District...Now, in turn, he is going to be a big brother....Life is penetrated by a dry word, but he does not understand any of them!"

The officer groaned for a while and replied: "I heard that he didn't want to do anything to Chen Zhongren, but just wanted to force him to pay Chen Jun, and show his resolute attitude."

"...This is to fool a three-year-old child." Xu Hancheng replied with a curl of his lips: "His mouth is similar to the working pipeline of the watch. As long as the interests are right, it can do anything."

This was too sharp, the officer did not dare to answer, and he muttered in his heart, saying that after Commander-in-Chief Xu returned from Jiujiang, his speaking style had changed, and his words were called quatrains.

Bring a bit of grievance, a bit of radicality, and a bit of imbalance...