The First Observation Station, originally intended for surveillance and observation, is now overcrowded.

After a chaotic night, everyone reached a consensus.

It looks like Mr. Lin won't be back for a while.

There was no way to confirm whether Mr. Lin had an accident, so no one could act rashly. They quickly sent someone to pick up Queen Qinghe, Shi Zhen'er. When Mr. Lin was away, if he needed to go out in public, Shi Zhen'er would take his place.

Mr. Lin’s news cannot be spread outside. Although many people know about it now, they are only limited to the top leaders of several major countries, so the news still needs to be blocked from the outside world.

Duke Longqiu of Yan led his troops back to Dawn City. The leaders of the various factions, having already finished their meeting, needed to take a good look at the scenery in the empty Dawn City and appreciate the cultural landscape of the city, which had yet to be built... In short, no one was allowed to enter or leave...

Chen Xu and Cheng Guorong jointly ordered the First Division of the Qinghe First Army to join Gao Chong's cavalry and stand guard in the western part of the Abyss.

Of course, the most important thing, and the basis of the above agreement, is that the heads of state of Liang, Chen, Cambodia (the Xinyuetu tribe) and Xia are not allowed to leave. They must stay here and wait for news to prevent those who leave from doing some unknown tricks.

These clauses seem very detailed. In fact, anyone with the most basic political sensitivity will know that there is a problem and where the problem lies, but no one dares to mention it.

That’s where the “timeliness” lies.

In other words, everyone is waiting for Mr. Lin, but when will they stop waiting?

We cannot confirm whether Mr. Lin is dead or alive. So how long does Mr. Lin have to be missing to be considered dead?

The heads of state of those smaller factions being held captive in Dawn City wasn't a big deal; they were dead, and they couldn't cause any trouble. But the heads of state of the major powers couldn't always reside at the First Observatory, could they? Nor could the military remain on alert here forever.

Of course, these issues will have to be discussed sooner or later, but not now.

At this critical juncture, everyone must maintain the utmost confidence that "Mr. Lin will definitely return safely"! Anyone who lacks confidence has a problem and will be attacked by everyone!

Of course, the actual situation is not that bad.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning pierced into the observer's eyes through the high-powered telescope mounted on the observation tower, the observer Gao Ming, who was already a little dizzy after watching all night, rubbed his eyes hard. He felt that he must be too tired. If he had known earlier, he would not have shown his love for his job and dedication in front of those emperors. Otherwise, he might not get the benefits, but his eyesight might be ruined.

After all, who would have seen a car so early in the morning... well, it should be a car, right? But it didn't even have wheels... floating down the small hill at the end of the sight.

"Bang the gong, beat the gong quickly."

Gao Ming shouted loudly after confirming again.

In the sentry box behind him, Gao Jue, who had just taken out the warmed dry biscuits from his pocket, heard his shouting very alertly. Fortunately, Gao Jue's hearing has always been good, otherwise who would listen to the yelling outside while eating breakfast?

As the gong sounded, the observatory issued the first alarm of unusual movement in the abyss.

Although according to the instructions of several heads of state the night before, if any unusual movement was discovered, the gong should be sounded immediately, and the signal fire should not be lit first - who would you be showing it to? The heads of state were all present.

But the entire First Observation Station was instantly thrown into chaos, and the success of the crisis plan exercises over the past few days was wiped out.

In fact, it cannot be said that it was wiped out. After all, the original staff of the observatory still operated according to the plan completely - except that they did not light the beacon.

But what they could do was actually very little and very simple. For example, the plan required them to report to the nearest garrison as soon as possible after lighting the beacon fire, which was a double insurance for information transmission. Gao Jue rushed down the observation tower while beating the gong, and immediately met Cheng Guorong who rushed over anxiously to ask about the situation. Hey, you see, the transmission of information from the observation station to the military was completed with extremely high efficiency.

As for Cheng Guorong, well, he turned around and ran less than a hundred meters to Xia Junao's carriage, so the information flow reached the end.

Under any circumstances, it couldn't be faster than this, even faster than the optimal solution when Lin Hai designed this crisis plan.

But it didn't work.

The only thing Cheng Guorong could do was to let the soldiers quickly enter the fortifications - even though construction was still going on inside.

Xia Junao ordered his mobile palace to retreat quickly, at least to get away from the front line of the firefight.

As for those civilians running around in a mess... who can take care of them now? If it really doesn't work, they will be pushed to the front when they can't hold on any longer, so as to buy time for the leaders to make a strategic shift.

The above things happened too fast.

When Gao Jue rushed down from the observation tower for the second time, hoping to find someone to report that only one vehicle had emerged from the abyss, and that there really wasn't the large army following behind as everyone had imagined, he couldn't find anyone—Cheng Guorong was in the bunker, clutching a firebomb, ready for a desperate fight, while the leaders' carriages had already run at least two miles...

Lin Hai, who had just gotten off the car, looked back at the hovercraft that was leaving a trail of dust, and then looked at Gao Jue who boldly walked to the edge of the cordon and looked at him. He already had a rough idea of ​​what had happened.

"Well, give me half of that pancake in your hand."

Mr. Lin, who had only been away for a day and a night, said so.