The guard captain nodded slightly upon hearing this, ordered his subordinates to open the gate, and then called out to Feng Zhengyang, "Commander, Deputy Commander Liang requests your presence."

"Heh, Liang Zheng really has a lot of influence! The commander came to guide our work, and he didn't even personally greet him," Yu Wenxing sneered.

"Isn't this Staff Officer Yu? We meet again so soon." An officer smiled at Yu Wenxin. "Commander Feng, our Commander Liang has been working tirelessly these past two days and has caught a bit of a cold. It's not convenient for him to go out. What do you think...?"

"It's alright. Liang Zheng is my subordinate. He fell ill on duty. If I put on airs, it would seem like I don't care about my subordinate," Feng Zhengyang said calmly, his words seemingly reminding the other party who the real boss was.

However, the other party ignored it completely.

He extended his hand to Feng Zhengyang and said, "Commander Feng, please!"

Without further ado, Feng Zhengyang ordered the driver to drive the sled into the grain depot.

Seeing that only Feng Zhengyang's vehicle entered the grain depot, the opposing officer asked with some surprise, "Staff Officer Yu, it's freezing outside, what are you planning to do...?"

Faced with the other party's doubts, Yu Wenxing snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid some people won't welcome us, so let's forget about it."

"It seems Staff Officer Yu has a lot of complaints about us! Fine, since you insist, I won't force you." The officer said, ordering his men to close the gate.

He was initially worried that things would get complicated if a fight broke out, but now that Feng Zhengyang and his group were courting death, he was naturally more than happy to see them get hurt.

In his mind, as long as Feng Zhengyang was dealt with, these people outside would be no threat.