September 30th, 12 noon.
Sixtieth hour after the battle began.
Yun stood horizontally above the leaden clouds, head bowed, focused on the screen of his mobile phone.
At this moment, his baby face, which always had a smile on it, was solemn.
After the video finished playing, he swiped his fingers a few times, flipped through the text report attached to the back, and then threw the phone to Li Guitang beside him.
Li Guitang reached out to catch it and pressed the play button.
On the screen was a silent surveillance video.
In the picture, a man with the rank of major is pacing back and forth in the office.
The resolution is very high, and you can see that he looks very anxious.
He walked for about three minutes, then suddenly clenched his fists, as if he had finally made up his mind.
Then the man sat back in the chair behind his desk, leaned back, and slowly closed his eyes.
The picture seemed to freeze.
But the time numbers that kept jumping in the corner of the screen proved that the image was still continuing.
After another two or three minutes, the frequency of the string of numbers suddenly increased.
The video was fast-forwarded.
In the picture, the major remained in a backward-leaning position, motionless.
It was not until more than three hours later that a dark shadow flashed in the office and the rapid fast forward stopped.
A lieutenant tentatively walked slowly to the major's side and patted his shoulder.
Seeing no response from the other party, the lieutenant pushed him again.
After still failing to wake up the major, the lieutenant's movements and expression became panicked, and he turned and ran out.
Soon, many people rushed into the office and hurriedly carried the major out of the scene.
The video ends here.
Li Guitang glanced at the three Arctic Alliance knights guarding the other side several thousand meters away.
As soon as he thought about it, an invisible barrier quietly unfolded, covering him and Yun Heng.
"It's the same situation as before?"
"Yeah." Yun Heng nodded. "Just like before, the soul is annihilated, clean and clear."
Li Guitang's brows knitted together. "What's going on? The situation inside Tianxu hasn't calmed down yet?"
"Who knows." Yun Heng shrugged, a little annoyed.
In the past few days, he has been contacting his "good eldest son" through secret channels.
As a result, that guy also knew nothing about anything.
Yunsheng is also an incompetent guy.
It hadn't been long since he left, but the family business he had managed had become such a mess.
Previously, he had told himself that the "savior" had been born and he had to focus on cultivating him.
Pooh!
What kind of "savior" can his crappy organization produce?
A powerful martial immortal who doesn't believe in himself but believes in the so-called "savior"?
Is it him Yunsheng who is crazy, or is it me Yunheng who is crazy?
If there really is a "savior" in this world, he's probably in Xinjiang, having fun down there...
What is the quality of your Yunsheng Jiajia wine?
Can I have the discerning eye of an “old father” like me?
Hehehe~
Yun Heng thought of this, crossed his arms over his chest, and felt very satisfied.
But after a moment of pride, he remembered another thing and his mood suddenly turned gloomy. "It's not just this major, Liu Songming is also problematic."
"Huh?" Li Guitang was stunned.
The Chief of the General Staff of the Defense Forces, the current supreme commander of the Western Xinjiang Theater, also has a problem?
"What happened to him?"
"I've been observing him these past few days..." Yun Heng said slowly, "Ever since Yang Siwen's accident, he's become a little neurotic, a little hysterical, and looks like he's in a state of panic all day long."
"For the past three days, he has locked himself in his office. He hasn't shown up once, nor has he issued any instructions."
Li Guitang was stunned. "Who is in charge now?"
"Let the staff discuss this together," Yun Heng said nonchalantly. "Does the Western Frontier war still require any more brilliant command?"
Li Guitang was born into a military family, and he would not turn a blind eye to such things like Yun Heng.
He was very angry and said, "You just let him do this? Why don't you just remove him from his position?"
"Retreat?" Yun Heng sneered, "Wouldn't it be a good deal for him if we retreat?"
"In a few days, 'The Brawl' will start, and I'm counting on him to fill in the gaps."
Li Guitang froze for a moment before he reacted.
He remembered the secondary purpose of Yun Heng in launching this campaign - to use the hand of sadness to kill the high-level combat forces of the aristocratic families.
Clear the way for the next round of alliance reform.
If Liu Songming was withdrawn now, with the power of the Liu family, they would most likely find a way to get him out of Western Xinjiang.
If we try to stop it by force, our intention will be too obvious and may easily alert the enemy.
But if we don't intervene, wouldn't we be letting a big fish get away in vain?
After figuring this out, Li Guitang nodded solemnly.
Then think about what Yun Heng said about Liu Songming's strange behavior.
He suddenly understood. "You mean, Liu Songming is also from Tianxu, and he was frightened by Yang Siwen's death?"
"It's almost certain." Yun Heng said confidently, "Besides, he and Yang Siwen, Zhou Ding and the others are most likely from the same faction."
He raised his chin towards the rock fortress below.
"Director, look at his current expression. Doesn't it seem like he's mourning the death of a rabbit or the grief of his own kind?"
Li Guitang nodded silently.
His first reaction was to closely monitor Liu Songming and see if he could find out Tianxu's weakness through a master.
However, thinking of the countless failed attempts before and Tianxu's memory erasure mechanism, he gave up.
Just a dying man.
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