Chapter 567 Closure

In Jiaorongdi, at the Jibei Dao command headquarters, telegrams were frequently exchanged. The person in charge, Qiao Weiting, was standing in front of the battle map and looking at the troop movement markings on it.

At this time, a liaison officer stepped forward and handed over a report: "Report, half an hour ago, an unusual mobilization of the old imperial army was discovered."

Qiao Weiting took it, took a look, and said in a serious tone, "A noble's private soldier?"

Since the split of the Shimu clan in the central city, their main task here has been to contain the army of the old imperial family.

Under such pressure, even if the old imperial family deployed troops towards the central city, their efforts would be limited.

But it is difficult to say much about the private soldiers of the nobles. They are very independent and have a co-governance relationship with the current old imperial family. Unless the scale of the war escalates to the scale of a national war, they usually will not participate in the battles on both sides.

And now it actually moved, which is extremely abnormal.

He said, "Immediately have our insiders try to find out the situation."

"yes!"

Qiao Weiting waited here for about ten minutes. The adjutant and the liaison officer who had just left hurried over, holding a telegram in their hands. He said in surprise, "So soon?"

The adjutant said to him, "Our insider sent it later." He handed over the telegram, "They have an auxiliary general who was killed at the front."

Qiao Weiting was startled. He reached for the telegram and said in surprise, "We didn't fight them..." Then he realized, "Rift?"

"Yes!" the adjutant said, "They found a rift leading to the central city, but encountered strong resistance there. An auxiliary general fell there."

"Are you sure?"

"confirm!"

The adjutant was a little excited. They had been fighting with the old imperial family for so long, but such results were still relatively rare.

These titled generals were usually heavily protected by the army, and were formidable in their own right. Even if they couldn't defeat an enemy head-on, they could usually retreat. But now, he was killed in battle. If this news reached all the garrisons, it would be enough to boost the morale of the troops.

After reading the telegram, Qiao Weiting thought for a moment, "So, this is the reason why those nobles' private soldiers were mobilized? Or..."

"Report, urgent telegram from the rear!"

Another liaison officer came in, saluted, and quickly handed the telegram to Qiao Weiting, who took it immediately with a serious expression.

After reading it, his expression became more serious than ever before. He raised his head and said, "Immediately inform the Ministry of Defense and the Central City Government Office of this news and the corresponding situation. Tell them to find a way to defend themselves. Quickly!"

"Yes!" the liaison officer answered loudly and ran out immediately.

Qiao Weiting looked at his watch and said, "I hope I can make it in time."

Inside the rift, Chen Chuan glanced outside. He knew that even if he and Chen Bitong joined forces, they would not be a match for the martial artist. He said, "Teacher Chen, it's not too late to leave now."

Chen Bitong shook his head and said in a firm tone: "Captain Chen, I said I will fight here until the last moment. I will not go back."

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and punched Chen Chuanbang, with a faint light flickering on the punch.

Chen Chuan reacted instinctively, pushing his palm forward, and his fist and palm collided instantly.

The next moment, a force surged up and pushed him backwards, and at the same time, a spiritual force brought in many things.

He retreated all the way to the outside of the crack before he stood still. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of eyes full of expectations and some kind of reliance.

"Captain Chen, go back."

After he finished speaking, he saw Chen Bitong turn around and stride towards the front of the crack.

When Chen Chuan heard his last words, he stopped and did not go in again, because he knew that this was Chen Bitong's own choice and he respected the latter's choice.

At this moment, an extremely strong airflow blew outward, causing the ends of his hair to float backwards.

He watched Chen Bi Tong's figure walk out of the crack and disappear in the mist and light. After a while, the entire crack flashed sharply a few times and then closed completely.

He looked at the large open space in front of him. Across from it was a flowing river, the sound of the water particularly clear at this moment. He looked down and saw Chen Bitong's fallen half-face mask at his feet, and underneath it was the flag that had just been blown out.

He bent down, reached out, picked it up, and wiped the dust off it with his hand.

"Captain Chen?"

Chen Chuan turned around and saw security personnel standing dozens of meters away. Behind them were dug trenches, barbed wire fences and roadblocks. These people should be the response force sent here to block the area.

These people were looking at him with admiration.

They saw that Chen Chuan's military coat was torn in many places, with traces of smoke and fire, and there were bloodstains on his clothes. It was obvious that he had been through a very fierce battle.

Chen Chuan looked outside and saw that the scabbard of the Xuejun Sword was also blown out by the airflow. So he didn't need to order another one. He was about to walk over when he saw Fang Zhixin walk over, pick up the scabbard and hand it over, but there was a questioning look in his eyes.

Chen Chuan looked at him calmly, his eyes dimmed. After he took the scabbard, he walked away. At this moment, several people wearing windbreakers and top hats came up. "Assistant Fang, can you come with us now?"

Fang Zhixin took one last look at the direction of the crack, nodded, and let these people handcuff him, then followed them away.

At this moment, another person walked to the front, saluted Chen Chuan, and presented something with both hands, "Captain Chen, this is what Commissioner Liang asked us to give to you."

Chen Chuan took a look and saw that it was a tube of recovery potion. He took it and looked at the sky above. The blood-red glow was still lingering above. It was obvious that the split of the mother shrimp was not over yet.

In the lower city, an armed convoy of the United Front was passing through.

But here, unlike in the city, the road conditions and environment are very complicated. Sometimes you can't travel the shortest distance and you need to keep turning and taking detours. Sometimes you even need to stop and negotiate with others.

This was because most of the tunnels in the lower city were controlled by gangs and factions. Everyone was wary of such a heavily armed convoy passing through, and some factions that had previously agreed to allow them to enter changed their minds at the last minute and refused them entry.

Che Gaoyi had a cold expression. Although he was not satisfied with this, he knew that he could not choose to use force here, because once he used force, all the subsequent roads would be full of obstacles. No one would believe them anymore and they would definitely try their best to stop them.

They were escorting things away from here, not coming here to fight. Being dragged here was definitely not a good thing, so they chose to take a detour every time.

But this only made their journey longer.

He knew that if they continued to drag on, once the wave of division above ended and the people from the processing bureau withdrew their hands, they might be trapped here.

After driving intermittently for more than an hour, he looked over to one side of the seat. There sat a middle-aged, fat man in an imported suit. He asked, "Mr. Pan, how long will it take us to get out?"

Mr. Pan's head was covered in sweat, whether from anxiety or the heat. He heard the question and quickly replied, "Mr. Che, at most half an hour. The people blocking the road ahead are my old brothers. They will never stop us."

He did not speak nonsense. The rest of the journey went smoothly. The forces along the way let them pass for a mile without any further trouble.

After walking a little further, Mr. Pan looked outside and said excitedly, "Mr. Che, it's right up ahead. There's an exit right up ahead. If we go out that way, we'll be out of the central city."

Che Gaoyi wasn't as excited as he was. He calmly spoke a few words to Jie Ping, and immediately a van drove out. A few minutes later, an anxious voice came from Jie Ping: "Mr. Che, there's a checkpoint from the Processing Bureau at the exit ahead. They say it's blocked and won't let us through."

Che Gaoyi's expression darkened. "People from the Processing Bureau? How could people from the Processing Bureau be here?" As he spoke, he glanced coldly at Mr. Pan.

Mr. Pan was also panicked for a moment. He hurriedly explained, "Mr. Che, I don't know. It's none of my business. This road is a safe passage that the senior executives of our Iron Fist Club and Lutong Logistics have spent years to open up. It's impossible for the processing bureau to know about it."

Che Gaoyi knew in his heart that someone had secretly leaked the information. He did not dwell on the reasons for this problem, he only knew that he had to ship the things out.

He looked towards the boundary and asked, "Can we get through?"

Jie Ping replied solemnly, "Mr. Che, we've checked. There are third-level fighters guarding there. While we can force our way in, it will definitely alert the authorities, and we won't be safe even after we get out."

Che Gaoyi narrowed his eyes. At such a tense moment, every bit of strength of the processing bureau had to be used twice, but there was still a third-limit fighter guarding here. It was enough to show that they attached great importance to this place and must have accurate intelligence.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "I remember you said there was another way besides this one?"

Lao Pan quickly said, "Yes, there is another one that is further underground, but it is close to the Plague Cult's territory, so it might be a little dangerous."

Che Gaoyi had heard of the Plague Cult, but he didn't care. Everyone was wearing protective clothing and masks. He said, "Then let's go there."

The entire convoy immediately changed route, and after a dozen minutes, it headed towards a tunnel located deeper underground.

Che Gaoyi looked around at this time. This place was indeed different from other places. There was no sun vine and there was almost no light. When the car lights shone over, the walls were covered with dense pictures, which looked like some messy graffiti. But after he looked at it for a few times, he inexplicably felt a sense of discomfort in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)