The wind blowing from outside the window was strong and violent, carrying the unique heat of the western desert area. The sensitive skin was occasionally hit by sand wrapped in it, and it felt like it was stabbed by a thick and blunt sharp weapon. Close the window, through the glass that had been ground on the surface, and finally glanced at the civilians who were working in the depths of the hot wind. Huang Bin slowly turned around and turned his eyes to the officers standing in the office and waiting for his orders.

Those who are qualified to enter this room are all his confidants. Except for a brigade general who served as the chief of staff of the division headquarters, the rest are all school and lieutenant-level officials.

"The guard has been assembled and can set off at any time.

"A tall and thin colonel with a cold and cold look in his eyes walked up and bowed slightly. There was a hint of urgency in his tone of speech.

Like Chi Ling, the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment, Huang Bin, the commander of the 34th Division, also has an elite unit composed of medium and high-level psychics. In contrast, the latter guard has more personnel, more well-equipped, and naturally stronger combat power. This phenomenon of separating powerful psychics from ordinary people into an army alone is not unique to the Red Republic Bureau or the Third Army, but has become a common phenomenon among all institutional forces in the wasteland world. After all, from the time when strength and physique differentiate in the radiation environment, humans have split into two completely different groups of strong and weak races.

Huang Bin didn't say anything. He slowly walked to the sofa next to the closet and sat down. The gaze flashed slightly deep in his eyes, indicating that he was hesitating and thinking about something at the moment.

The Chief of Staff, standing diagonally opposite, walked forward a few steps, pulled a chair from the corner of the wall and sat down, and said calmly but ruthlessly: "I know, you are still worried about that guy's identity as a political supervisor.

But you should understand that the person being killed is not an ordinary soldier or an insignificant subordinate officer, but a commander of a main regiment. There are only so many people in the 34th Division, and there are very few people who are qualified to stand in this room and become the core decision-making level. No matter what the cause of the conflict is, "our people die, even the Political Supervision Committee must give a reasonable enough statement.

Killing someone to pay for his life is the easiest and most basic truth.” “Things are not as simple as they seem.”

Huang Bin shook his head gently and said in a serious manner: "The looting of the logistics warehouse is a serious crime of rebellion, and it is unreasonable to use any reason as a premise. You are too impatient and act without my permission. Things have developed into what they are now.

It’s no longer as simple as just talking about it on the surface.”

"So what should we do? Could it be that our people died in vain?"

A short and strong lieutenant colonel clenched his fists and roared indignantly.

Huang Bin, who was irritated, stood up from the sofa, walked back and forth in the office for a few times, suddenly stopped in front of the closet, staring at the gray and yellow wilderness outside the window, his brows gradually locked, and said word by word: "I will post a document to Xinjing and the Army Headquarters to report the causes and the whole process of the conflict. A higher-level power entanglement is not a level that we can participate in, but no matter what, we must first grasp enough voice. Mobilize the three main regiments and the direct guards of the division headquarters to surround the Second Infantry Regiment."

Speaking of this, Huang Bin turned around, and his voice suddenly became deep and cold: "Remember, the order I gave was to surround, not to let you attack or shoot. I don't want any incidents of changing or violating the order without authorization. No matter what the reason is, if anyone still disobeys the order, I will make him die very ugly~"

..

The confrontation within the logistics warehouse is still ongoing.

Compared with half an hour ago, the number of looters from other regiments has been greatly reduced.

It's not that they are willing to take the initiative to put down their weapons or are forced to gather away, but that they are far more numerous than they are. Under the threat of gunfire, the soldiers affiliated to the Second Infantry Regiment have to raise their hands, hold their heads, and be detained in an empty warehouse with a huge area.

Not everyone was willing to surrender to the core of the encirclement. There were still more than ten officers surrounded each other, with guns facing outward, staring at the slowly surrounding him with a nervous expression and grief, with an increasing number of opponents.

The colonel's body no longer moved, the blood gushing from the broken neck was gradually solidifying, the skin surface at the edge of the wound was slightly dry, catalyzed, and the yellowish subcutaneous fat began to turn white. All this shows that the body has completely lost its signs of life. In a few hours, the large-scale dead cells will become cold and solidify, and the muscles and epidermis are no longer soft, but are as stiff as brick embryos coated with thick clay on the surface.

Almost all the looters showed varying degrees of anger. However, this fanatical will, which once burst into flames and stabbed the brain into a state of madness in an instant, was ready to use life as the price of the well and shoot at the warehouse guards to fight to the death, gradually became cooler and weaker as time went by minute by minute.

No one fired, and after the most violent lieutenant was controlled by his companions, the restless air inside and outside the warehouse became almost suffocating. The order of the army was down, and the two majors naturally became the decision makers among the looted officers and soldiers. However, the only thing they could do was to order their soldiers who were ready to resist to death to maintain restraint.

The colonel in charge is dead.

Obviously, the guy opposite who had the same face as the hero in the textbook was far colder and cruel than the rumors. He did not care about any consequences, nor did he consider any issues such as the right to survive in a living person. He simply used words such as pursuing rebellion and rebelling against fate as the criterion.

The murdered colonel is the best proof.

This kind of person is much more terrifying than the mutant beasts deep in the ruins.

His standards of conduct were simple and stubborn, and there was no possibility of comfort and softening. In addition, the situation on the scene had changed, and all advantages were on the side of the Second Infantry Regiment who had arrived after hearing the news, resisting and fighting,

Everything in the fight became meaningless, let alone any ruthless words like revenge.

The two majors have sufficient reasons to believe that Lin Xiang will not hesitate to order heavy weapons placed on the commanding heights around to open fire, shooting everyone surrounded by people on the spot. The political and supervisory committee has the power to kill life and death at all times. Instead of dying for nothing under impulse and fanaticism, it is better to calm down and surrender temporarily and wait patiently.

The division headquarters and his team will definitely not give up. At that time, all the problems will be thrown to higher-level officials to consider. The only thing I can do now,

Just keep it as rational as possible.

The logistics supervisor's office has become Lin Xiang's personal lounge.

The house is very wide and the furniture is very simple. There are only two alloy folding chairs, plus a wooden table that is obviously made of scraps. There are more than ten assault rifles neatly placed on the horizontal bars of the walls, and more than twenty half-new and old military crates are placed high at the corners of the house. Through the open box mouth on the surface, you can see dense bullets inside. In addition to these, you can also see scattered rice residue, bran, shriveled wheat grains and other things from time to time. It is precisely because of their existence that the air in the room has been in a very strange mixing state. Some of the mildew of plant seeds, the thick oil, and the strong smell of gunpowder.

It is not so much an office, but a warehouse that has been vacant but has also served as a place for various materials.

The cigarette butts sandwiched between their fingers drifted out the chaotic white smoke, diluting the itchy air that pierced the nasal mucosa. The ventilation fan installed at the height of the wall slowly rotated, but Lin Xiang, who was sitting on the chair, did not feel any comfort or freshness. Only the constantly rotating paddles swept across the circular window in turn, and the large golden sunlight surface projected on the ground left a series of shaking dense shadows.

He leaned against the back of the chair and silently stared at the ground trying to block the dark shadow of the sun forever.

Colonel Death's face full of surprise and confusion could have become a picture that remained deep in Lin Xiang's heart before his head burst, which was enough to become an eternal memory.

He doesn't want to kill, but he has to kill.

With a long sigh, a mysterious and miserable smile slowly emerged from the corner of Lin Xiang's closed mouth.

He finally understood that even in the Red Republic Army, he could not avoid the survival rules of the wasteland world far away. Be a good person honestly. "He is destined to be just a beautiful bubble full of beautiful dreams, and death and fighting will always be the omnipresent demons in this world. Even if he just wants to see a small little girl like Qi Yue without attracting the attention of others, it is natural to see Qi Yue.

The attempt to do so also requires life at the cost of it.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

He suddenly remembered Zhongnanhai, where the capital was at the core of power in the old era. Ordinary people could never go there." Just like now, if they really wanted to get close to or attract the attention of big names in the country, there would always be countless obstacles and restrictions, and they might even be killed on the spot on the charge of "striking state organs".

A superior person can never be equated with an ordinary person.

Although, they are all raised by parents.

Although, they are also combinations of sperm and eggs.

Although, they will also be born, old, sick and die, and will age and die in the face of metabolism and time.

The people are always the people.

An official is always an official.

If you want to truly attract the attention of senior officials, you must do some shocking and extraordinary things.

Applying for the Second Infantry Regiment to supplement the materials that he had never had before, he interrogated among officers with great fanfare, and the colonel who had just died under his gun was enough, which was almost enough. If Qi Yue was not a walking corpse manipulated, and if he was really qualified to be regarded as a key surveillance target by the Political Supervision Commission, he would definitely be aware of all that he had done. What he did next was to sit here silently for a few hours, or a few days of difference.

The radiation generated by the nuclear particles can interfere with all substances in the bo spectrum range. This non-contact conduction, which can be carried out even in a vacuum, has lethality and damage that cannot be observed by the naked eye. The acoustic signals passing through the bo spectrum range are also inevitable. In order to circulate information in a short time, the only method of confrontation is to establish a large number of signal relay stations in areas with dry and weakened radiation.

With "receive"

"Forward" and "Receive"~

The form of "forwarding" repeats itself over and over again.

In this way, confidentiality is obviously greatly reduced, and the information transmission time also increases exponentially. However, no matter what, it is much faster than the original era when relying solely on humans and animal foot strength to circulate.

Whether advanced technology or backward humans, they must first obey the environment.

While the 34th Division's combat troops were dispatched on a large scale, the two telegrams with exactly the same content also traveled rapidly in the east and west directions between the electric bo and the void. The code form was translated into neatly spaced text and placed in front of the highest decision-makers who needed to be delivered.

Tens of thousands of armed soldiers surrounded by armored vehicles and tanks painted with gray-yellow desert colors, surrounding the logistics supply base from all directions. From besiegers to be surrounded, many people could not adapt to this change in identity at all. They watched in a daze, and the panic gods on their faces were flowing out of their faces. They didn't know which direction the weapons they should point to. They could only mechanically obey the orders of familiar officers like puppets.

The defense circles stationed inside the logistics base are getting smaller and smaller. Cooperating with heavy chariots that cannot be blocked by flesh and blood, the armed forces of tens of thousands of people have already broken through the fragile defense line of the Second Infantry Regiment in less than half an hour. There was no expected that the battle might be encountered in the fierce battle, and many of the soldiers and officers are familiar with each other. When the rank of lieutenant colonels with higher military ranks appear one by one, even the general-level figures such as division commanders and chiefs of staff appear within sight range, they resist stubbornly, mihuo, at a loss, all chaos and resistance disappear in an instant like boiling water melting snow.

More than 20 political and supervisory committee members belonging to the Second Infantry Regiment, together with more than 50 officers and soldiers who swore allegiance to the committee, used simple tools and materials to build a weak line of defense outside the logistics supervisor's office. No one expected that the situation would be completely reversed in a short period of time. Both sides firmly believed that they were the one who truly stood on the rightful standpoint. No one opened fire, but just kept silently watching within the range that could reach both eyes and range.

Four heavy chariots appeared at the ends of several intersections. They kept approaching, pushing down the wooden triangles wrapped in barbed wire and crushing them completely with heavy and thick metal tracks. Nearly a hundred fully armed soldiers followed him, and the harsh engine roar and the vibration from the ground hit the hearts of every defender like a heavy hammer, tearing the little fragile bottom line deep in their hearts.

All the passages outside the warehouse office had been set up on both sides of various weapons. Countless dark muzzles were aimed at the doors and windows. After everything was arranged, Huang Bin, the commander of the 34th Division, slowly walked out from the depths of the crowd under the escort of the adjutant, seven and eight officers, and stood in the passage indifferently for a few minutes towards the empty office gate.

The visitor was so close that he did not need to aim. One bullet was enough to make everyone die on the spot. However, like Lin Xiang, a political supervisor major belonging to the Second Infantry Regiment, who was responsible for the defense of the ring fortifications, held the "Special Sixth Change" pistol full of bullets tightly, aiming at Huang Bin who was getting closer and closer, trembling all over his body, gritting his teeth tightly, but not pulling the trigger.

His forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

At this point, the matter has completely lost control. Although the arms and vehicles that looted the personnel were confiscated, they were angry with the rest of the 34th Division because of the murder of the colonel. It was impossible to solve the dilemma simply by threatening or being gentle in the name of the committee. They could not resolve the dilemma. They fought stubbornly and had no reinforcements to rely on. As for the open shooting of a major general-level division commander at this time, they wrote an extremely clear word "death" on their foreheads.

Thinking of this, the corners of the major's eyes suddenly twitched, and the muscles on his face trembled involuntarily. The political and supervisors had the power to conduct political review of anyone. However, the power of general-level officers to kill people must be approved by the committee. What's more, this is the Western Military Region.

Time cannot be suspended because of fierce ideological struggle. Several close guards following Huang Bin rushed forward and quickly disarmed many guards, including the political supervision major, and condemned all the captured people in the corner of the back wall. He glanced at the black-clothed major in a cold look. The division commander Huang Bin hummed lightly, without saying a word, and walked towards the office more than ten meters away.

Just as his toes were just passing by the major, a circular sandy slat built on the wall of the warehouse suddenly stood up four fully armed figures. Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the crispness,

The impact of the harsh pulling the bolt also came a low, slightly fearful and nervous sound.

"Stop! Who dares to take another step forward? I, I'm going to shoot."

That was a woman.
Chapter completed!