Qin Yu scratched his head and asked, "Is there any reward for merit and deeds? If not, I won't go back."

"Then don't go back, maybe not." Feng Ji thought for a while and replied.

"Uncle Feng, in fact, I don't care whether our World War II Command will give me any rewards, really." Qin Yu is often shameless at such moments: "But our group of people fought so hard on the Northwest Line and did not see the performance of our mixed brigade, which is equivalent to denying the passion you shed on the Northwest Line. This is unfair. I am your soldier, and they did not respond until the mixed brigade battle was reduced by half. Then I think they completely ignored the feelings of our command!"

"Then just turn the table up and turn against them." Feng Ji blinked his eyes and said, "You have experience in doing this in Songjiang. Let's drive the troops back and start military negotiations directly."

"Uncle Feng, I am your soldier. Even if you just ask me to drink pesticides now, I won't ask why." Qin Yu was in good condition today and answered quickly.

"You...you are really a fucking talent." Feng Ji couldn't help but curse with a smile.

"I was not successful before I came. Once I arrived here on the Northwest Line, I would become successful immediately."

"Don't fuck it." Feng Ji couldn't speak much about Qin Yu, and only said softly: "You go back with me. The Second World War Zone may adjust the defense zone on the Northwest Line, and you... will have a little surprise."

"Uncle Feng, I just said, it's right to follow you!"

"Okay, don't praise me. You come to the command center tomorrow and we will take a helicopter back."

"good."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

...

Because Qi Lin was injured and the troops were still stationed here, early the next morning, Qin Yu left with Daya, Cha Meng and others, leaving behind the task of temporarily managing the troops in Li Zhan.

After about ten hours of flight, everyone arrived in Fengbei, District 9 at around 6 o'clock in the evening.

When getting off the plane, surrounding media gathered, and the welcome team was over 1,000. Qin Yu was wearing military uniforms and looking at the direction of the special zone wall, and even saw the slogan "Welcome the Northwest Front Office Officers to Triumph".

At this moment, Qin Yu felt a strong sense of honor in his heart inexplicably, which was a psychological feeling that he did not have when doing medicine lines, railways, and other businesses.

After the interview and the welcome ceremony lasted for more than an hour, Qin Yu saw that the time was almost right, so he secretly asked Feng Ji: "Sir, isn't it the meeting the day after tomorrow? If nothing happened, I will go back to Songjiang first?"

"Okay, go back, come on time the day after tomorrow." Feng Ji nodded.

"Okay." Qin Yu responded, turned around and exchanged a few greetings with his comrades-in-arms officers on the Northwest Front, and then left quietly.

As soon as he entered the city, Qin Yu met Wu Di, Laomao, Zhu Wei, Ma Laoer, Lin Nianlei and others.

These people all saw the tragic tragedy of the Northwest Line in the news. Although they had not seen Qin Yu for only more than a month, they met again at this moment, but it seemed like they were a different life.

Ma Lao Er asked in a low voice to Qin Yu with his hands behind his back, "How did you do it on your face?"

"The wind over there is too hard, it's blowing." Qin Yu grinned: "Oh, it's a blessing to be able to come back alive."

"Just come back!"

Several brothers rarely showed their behavioral emotions, reached out and hugged each other, and remained silent for a long time.

"Oh, let's go, go home, relax." Qin Yu greeted and held Lin Nianlei's palm.

"The first time I feel like I admire you, why is that?" Lin Nianlei turned her head and looked at Qin Yu: "You seem different."

Qin Yu touched her hair: "I have been there personally, but it will not be different."

"You are so handsome!" Lin Nianlei said seriously.

Qin Yu lay in her ear: "Then do a big fight tonight!"

“…!”

...

At a certain airport in Fengbei, Chen Jun secretly got off a humble transport plane and was led by people from the Military Supervision Bureau of the Ninth District.

About two hours later, Chen Jun met Wu Di's father in a secret office of a Military Supervision Bureau in Fengbei City.

"Hello, Chief Wu." Chen Jun stretched out his palm politely.

"Hello, Xiao Chen, sit down!" Wu's father greeted.

Chen Jun sat on the sofa with a loose body and asked with a smile: "Director Wu, are the people from District 8 coming?"

"Here, I've met them." Wu's father handed Chen Jun a cigarette. He did not choose to sit in the desk, but sat on the sofa with him and said, "The meaning of District 8 is similar to ours."

"Yes." Chen Jun nodded.

"The fifth district has sent people to negotiate with the party and government, asking us to lift economic sanctions on them and want the major general Pu Ming to go back." Wu's father said lightly, smoking a cigarette.

"I heard that I arrested a major general and a colonel, right?" Chen Jun asked.

"Yes, 197th Brigade Commander Pu Ming, Chief of Staff Jin Keshan." Wu's father nodded and responded.

"I have secretly investigated Pu Ming. He is very important in the Pu Army. Although he is a brigade commander, he is the rank of major general. Moreover, his 197th Brigade has amazing combat capabilities!" Chen Jun frowned and said, "We are using wheel battles here to destroy his troops. So what conditions can the opponent give if he wants such a person to go back?"

"The war compensation is 100 million yuan." Wu's father shot the ashes: "And signed a Northwest Line military convention, with a deadline of ten years. To be honest, they wanted to promise that they would no longer cause trouble in ten years."

"Haha." Chen Jun smiled: "What's the use of such a shit convention? Before the war started, the Asian League wanted them to withdraw their troops in accordance with the convention, but in the end it didn't work. If you want to fight, you still fought."

"Yes." Director Wu nodded.

"What is the attitude of the party, government, and military and government to exchange Pu Ming?" Chen Jun asked.

"The Shen family wants to talk, but will put forward more stringent conditions, such as increasing war reparations, deducting the convention rules, etc.," Wu's father replied truthfully.

"This Shen family has always been corrupt." Chen Jun sneered: "Releasing war criminals means insulting and blaspheming all the officers and soldiers who died on the front line!"

"This proposal should not be passed." Wu's father turned his head and looked at Chen Jun: "Xiao Chen, the upper class has secretly instructed us. We must give strong counterattack and retaliation to the Pu Legion and the fifth district maliciously provoking military conflicts on the northwest line."

"Do you kill someone?" Chen Jun asked.

"I want to kill a lot of people." Director Wu nodded with a serious expression.

"That's how it should be. Tens of thousands of dead souls float on the northwest line. How can you vent your anger if you don't kill them?" Chen Jun responded domineeringly, obviously agreeing with the decision of the highest level of District 9.

...

In the fifth area.
Chapter completed!