Zu Shouhai opened his mouth and said: "Chief Chief, the news should be true, you have to seriously consider the aftermath!" In this battle, the Northern Army collapsed in Guqian Town, Zhao Futing was killed in battle, and the Northern Army was bound to burst into flames, and we have no way to guess what they will do next. We must take into account the sentiment of the Northern Zhao Lord, and as soon as the Northern Army is defeated, there will be no friendly troops on the flank of our Central Army! Not only us, but even the west side of the Eastern Legion is completely exposed to the zombies and undefended. In short, the process of the Panshan operation has reached a moment of crisis, and you must show your determination. ”

Long Yuanyang sat back in the chair, and quickly calmed down, the mind of a generation of think tanks is not comparable to ordinary people, even if there is a temporary loss of consciousness, it will quickly self-regulate and recover, calm emotions are a necessary quality for doing great things.

Long Yuanyang's fingers tapped on the table, and his mind quickly began to think.

"Yes, we have to organize and coordinate immediately, do a good job of dealing with the aftermath, Shouhai, you go and call the heads of all departments in the headquarters to come to the conference room in ten minutes, and we will have an emergency meeting."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

……

Northland, the wind and snow are endless.

In Devil's Spine City, yellow paper is flying on the cold streets.

In the Beiwang Villa, there is a piece of vegetarian.

The vast open area of Devil Ridge Mountain was originally used by the Northern Army Corps to teach martial arts, but now, the martial arts field is already crowded with people, and these people are all wearing black military uniforms, all of whom are officers of the Northern Army without exception.

Today, the elite of the Northern Army gathered here, just because the lord Zhao Junyi sent troops to the battle!

The officers present were wrapped in white cloths in their hands, and their expressions were solemn. The younger officers were fine, but they deliberately controlled their emotions and showed seriousness, but some of the older officers showed real pain.

The news came back from the front line, and the legion of the Northern Army that was specially dispatched to fight in the mountains suddenly encountered a surprise attack by zombies, and almost the entire army was wiped out!

Moreover, Zhao Futing, the general of the Northern Army who led the army to fight in Panshan, was killed!

Perhaps in other regions, the name Zhao Futing can only be worthy of a thunderous reputation, but in the north, the meaning of Zhao Futing is completely different.

Outside the Tiger Hall of Beiwang Villa, several men with vegetarian bodies stood solemnly outside the door, all with sad faces.

In the tiger hall, a good golden silk nan wood coffin is placed, but the coffin is empty except for a set of military uniforms. However, it is an empty coffin, but all the generals who are qualified to enter the Tiger Hall must unanimously bow three times to the empty coffin, and then bow respectfully to the altar and bow again, after that, the generals gently persuaded several members of Zhao Futing's direct family members who wore linen and filial piety in the mourning hall before entering the conference hall.

In the conference hall, more than a dozen generals were already sitting at the table.

On the right seat of the long oval table, there are two generals, an old man and a young man.

The old general was dressed in a plain suit and his beard was white, and his aging face looked extremely depressed, and he was sitting on a chair and drowsy, if it weren't for the old man wearing a three-star general's military uniform, no one would think that he was a famous general.

As for the young general, he also wore a general's uniform, and the epaulettes of the three gold stars were shining. The young general had a heroic face with a Chinese character, and at this moment he was looking directly at the generals present with his blazing eyes. It is also strange to say that under the direct gaze of the young general, none of the generals present dared to look at him, and sat upright one after another.

This old general is none other than the only remaining elder of Zhao Valve, Zhao Futing's eldest brother Zhao Fuyuan.

And next to Zhao Fuyuan is the young lord Zhao Junyi.

"Grandpa, everyone is almost here." Zhao Junyi whispered in Zhao Fuyuan's ear.

Zhao Fuyuan woke up from his pretended sleep, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the people seated, and said, "Wait a little longer." ”

As soon as the words fell, a person walked in outside the conference room, who had white hair in sunglasses and a fluttering demeanor, it was Xiao Tianjue.

When the generals saw Xiao Tianjue, they all got up and saluted, and Xiao Tianjue sat down very calmly in front of Zhao Junyi.

"It's time to go." Zhao Fuyuan nodded at Xiao Tianjue.

Zhao Junyi immediately said loudly: "The meeting starts now. ”

……

The Yangtze River, the white water is choppy.

At the head of Longmen City, there are also two generals, an old man and a young man, sitting opposite the city tower and looking at the other side of the Yangtze River.

On the other side of the Yangtze River, hundreds of millions of zombies are stopping at the river.

The old general's face was ruddy, with a crane-haired and childish face, his eyes were deep and focused, and a pair of Maitreya big ears were particularly eye-catching.

And the young general looks like he is thirty years old, with a round face and big ears that are exactly the same as the old general.

"Father, the Northern Army marched alone and was tragically destroyed in Guqian Town, and I heard that Zhao Futing was killed in battle." The Major General spoke.

"I can't imagine that Zhao Futing Rongma has lived all his life, but in the end he died in Panshan, which is really sad and lamentable." The old general spoke.

"Father, please mourn, the general died in a hundred battles, and it is the fate of my generation of soldiers to be able to die in battle and the horse leather shroud on the battlefield, and the old general Zhao fought all his life, and finally died on the battlefield, which can be regarded as a well-deserved death and fate." The major general spoke.

The old general looked at his son and sighed: "Hong Qian, my son, you are only in your early thirties, why are you so old in your heart." ”

It turned out that this old general was Hong Guochou, the ruler of the Eastern Army, and the major general was Hong Qian, the commander of the Second Eastern Army.

At this time, hearing Hong Guochou ask himself, Hong Qian opened his mouth and said: "Father, it's not that I'm aging inside, it's just that I've experienced too many battles and witnessed too many deaths over the years. ”

Hong Guochou sighed and said: "My son, it's just that your other two brothers have died in battle, and my Hong family's territory needs you to defend it, otherwise I won't let you witness so many killings." ”

Hong Qian shook his head and said, "Father, you are too worried, as a soldier, he is made of iron and blood, and killing is inevitable. ”

Hong Guochou looked at the other side of the Yangtze River, and said: "Zhao Futing and I have always had a friendship, although each side has fought separately over the years, but it is indispensable to have private contact, originally Zhao Futing also planned to marry his granddaughter to you, but I didn't expect him to be gone all of a sudden." ”

When Hong Qian heard this, he was silent and did not answer, he was in his early thirties, but he still had no marriage match, and his father was in a hurry. It's just that Hong Qian only has Xiao Jingya in his heart, even if he is Zhao Futing's granddaughter, can he tolerate it in his heart?

"Qian'er, the Northern Task Force has been defeated, and the flanks of our Eastern Corps fighting in the Panshan area have been completely exposed. Ruan Chenhao has always been good at fighting tough battles but neglected to take precautions, I am worried about the safety of the tens of thousands of horses left in Panshan, you immediately lead the Second Corps to the south, gallop to the front line of Guqian, be sure to hold Ruan Chenhao's flank, do not seek merit but seek no fault. Hong Guochou explained.

Hearing his father's explanation, Hong Qian's heart was cold, and he said: "Father, the current battle situation on the front line of the Yangtze River is unstable, and those mutated zombies with supernatural abilities among the zombies on the north bank are suspected of having wisdom, and the Yangtze River has been inexplicably broken for a short time five times, and the zombies on the north bank have not gone south once or twice. Now that the Second Corps is being transferred away, I am worried that I will not be able to hold the line with only the few troops left! ”

Hong Guochou looked at his own Hong Qian and said, "I am also vigilant about what you are worried about, and I also let Tang Jingzhi start to investigate a few days ago." But you must know that among the three major armies in the east, the Nian Maniac Division has always been a system that does not listen to the announcement, and now half of the main force of the First Army is in the Panshan Theater. If we lose most of this legion, our strength will become weaker and weaker, and we will not even be able to suppress the men and horses of the Nian Maniac, and these troops must be preserved. ”

Hong Qian replied: "But father, can you really send the corps south?" ”

Hong Guochou said: "The territory of the Panshan Theater of Operations does not seem to be large, but the terrain is extremely complex, and the zombies are also dense, and the risk of fighting is very high. Take the 31st Division as an example, the slightest carelessness will lose more than half, and now the Northern Army is even more defeated in Panshan Guqian, such a battle is really unexpected, I absolutely cannot let the troops of the First Army Corps be buried in Panshan! ”

"Father, the Northern Army has always been known for its good fighting, but it was completely wiped out in Guqian Town, and the danger of Panshan is definitely not as assessed by the Central Army, if the Second Army folds into it again, how can we be good?" Hong Qian worried.

Hong Guochou looked at the Yangtze River and said, "Qian'er, if we can't take the Panshan area and can't get energy replenishment in the second half of the year, do you think we will survive the next winter?"

Hong Qian was silent.

Yes, in the current situation, the whole league is like a gambler who has lost at the gambling table, and he has lost all the money he borrowed from a loan shark, if he stops gambling at this time, he is already bankrupt, it is better to borrow usury to make a turn, if he can't turn it over, the situation will not be worse than now.

If you can't take the Panshan area, the Yangtze River will be frozen in the coming year, and the zombies along the thousands of miles will pour south, and the end of the alliance will really come.

So, all or nothing!

Hong Qian figured this out and gritted his teeth and nodded: "Father, I will definitely bring the legion back!" ”

East China Sea, roundabout, island pasture.

Jiang Dingwu was sitting at his desk sorting out the copywriting.

Although the Battle of Panshan had been going on for several months, the Round-Island Independence Army did not participate in it, because the current center of gravity of the Round-the-Island Independence Army was not on the mainland at all, but on the former Fuso Island State.

At present, the East China Sea Fleet of the Round-the-Island Independent Army has arrived in the Kyushu region of Fuso Island and is beginning to sweep up the zombies on Kyushu Island.

……

Jiang Dingwu looked at the briefing from the alliance, and couldn't help but say to himself: "The Northern Army was completely annihilated in the Panshan area, and Zhao Futing was killed in battle. Hey, I said earlier, there will be no hope for the mainland in the end, there were too many people in the mainland back then, and the number of zombies far exceeded the surviving population due to the outbreak of the X virus. Under such a base, the competition between humans and zombies, human beings really have little chance of winning. Fortunately, my father was far-sighted and formulated a policy for the development of Fusang Island, so that the independent military around the island was able to transcend its position. ”