"I've gotten familiar with me and started to be naughty, right?" Qin Yu pointed at Meng Xi and said seriously: "Now there is a life-long task to you..."

"Okay, I was wrong, Commander-in-Chief." Meng Xi immediately surrendered and replied with a smile: "I talked to Lao Ye for a while, and found that Qian Jinli was actually quite anxious. He was anxious for us to beg them."

"Well, you continue." Qin Yu bent down and sat on the chair.

"In the six districts, the political weight of the forward stakes is incomparable to that of the free stakes. They have no support from the EU and have always been at a disadvantage." Meng Xi replied in a low voice: "If we can unify the regime and maintain good relations with them... that will be a good thing for them."

"But now they are pretending to be B with me." Qin Yu emphasized.

"They are also accurate. We don't want to give up Beifengkou. We want to fight back with lost ground. That will cost a lot, and it's a big price to do so. And whether we can succeed is just a matter of time." Meng Xi continued: "We must have to cut our flesh and borrow their strength, but how much we cut now depends on the operation."

"It is impossible to hand over the land, and I cannot let future generations dig my ancestral tomb." Qin Yu replied bluntly.

"Commander-in-Chief, let me say something offensive! What do you think of your nickname? That's Qin Laohei. There is no need to make a great character for yourself in diplomacy." Meng Xi was very tempted: "... Although we can't really hand over the land, we can make a fuss about the terms signed! Now the Qianjin-Chief has already determined in our hearts that you are the actual leader of the Qin-Gulin coalition forces of the three major regions, so we can rent some land to the other party from the perspective of Sichuan Mansion and let them run it themselves. It will take ten or twenty years. When the war in the three major regions is over, we will stand up completely, and then there is no need for them to restrain the freedom. When your father-in-law, Commander-in-Chief Lin, comes to power, whether he recognizes this clause depends on his mood."

Qin Yu's eyes lit up, and he was quite satisfied when he looked at his dog-headed military advisor.

"The terms signed in the chaotic era, just count it, and if they don't count it, then it's waste paper." Meng Xi continued, inserting his hand, "Of course, all the worst results I've said. If we go forward and enter Hucha, we want to cause trouble in military and political terms, then we can curb him and deal with him in minutes. But if they just want to get some resources, then they will give it, after all, they have helped."

Qin Yu thoughtful and said in a concise manner: "Importing foreign capital in to build a factory, support the enemy's enemies, and let them restrain each other... Is this the intention?"

"That must be." Meng Xi nodded immediately: "This is your wisest decision as a leader."

Qin Yu blinked, pointed at Meng Xi and said, "If the war really ended smoothly, I will let you be the first land official in Hucha, who is responsible for managing the rent of land. If there is a problem, I will look for you."

"...Commander, don't do this! Lao Ye and I are friends, I can't do anything that I'm sorry for him."

"It's you." Qin Yu made the decision and immediately stood up and said, "But this matter has to be a little oppressed by the other party. If you do this, contact Brother Yin immediately and tell him to make a move at the Beifengkou. The talk with Qianjinzi has collapsed, and he will immediately cover the evacuation of the people. At the same time, he notified the Ninth District to dispatch some city defense troops to gather in Erlonggang, and act like he was covering the evacuation of Wu... First, scare Qianjinzi."

"Gao, our commander-in-chief is indeed a tiger with a chest and a good plan in his belly!" Meng Xi gave a thumbs up.

"We need to be strong in our own way. We cannot put all our hopes on outsiders." Qin Yu looked down at Meng Xi: "The war in the eight districts should end as soon as possible. How are you contacting the card I gave you?"

"He said he would wait a little longer because he was fighting for many neutral generals." Meng Xi replied.

"Since that's the case, let Lin Cheng's army, Da Ya army, and Huo Zhenghua's army continue to attack Gu Taixian's northeast front and completely defeat the fantasies of these neutral officers." Qin Yu said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes!" Meng Xi nodded.

...

The eighth day of the war begins, around 7 o'clock in the evening.

Near Hefengzhuang, Lu District, a company soldier had just returned to the camp from the front line. After the group of people came back, their faces were not good-looking, just like a group of gamblers who owe usury, lined up to enter the cafeteria.

The recent battles are difficult to fight. Xiang Zehao's troops, Xiaobai's troops, and the main forces from the Lao Triangle are constantly advancing from the front and oppressing the peripheral defense zone. Units like He Dachuan and the New First Division, which are not very strong in combat, are constantly rushing over the people in the Lu District, attacking the Zhou Dynasty defensive strongholds, and running away after the battle, and no one can find them.

Therefore, the soldiers on the front line are under great psychological pressure. They will take at least ten hours to defend themselves. They stay outside in the snow and ice, and are frozen, and cannot eat a bite of hot food. They are at risk of being attacked or sneak attack at any time.

The soldiers were very tired of war. After a day of trouble outside, they returned to the camp and wanted to take a break soon and didn't like anyone else. There were often people inside who fought and even used swords and guns because of quarrels.

In the cafeteria.

After the soldiers of the defense replacement company lined up to play, they sat on the dining table and started eating supper silently. They communicated very little with each other, and they seemed to have no strength to speak.

After a quiet time, a platoon leader sitting in the front row suddenly stood beside the water tank and shouted: "Damn it, where is the hot water? Why is the hot water gone?!"

When everyone heard the shouts, they all raised their heads and looked at the platoon leader.

"Where are people? Where have they died?" The platoon leader yelled again, holding a big tea jar.

In the meal place, a cooking officer from the logistics department walked out of the gap and looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why is there no water in the water tank?" asked the platoon leader.

"There are too many people and it's useless. Our people are letting water out. You can wait a while. We're ready to cook and supply it!" The cook officer replied softly.

When the platoon leader heard this, he smashed the big tea jar on the water tank and scolded in a very upset: "Damn it, we have been freezing outside for a day. Can't we even drink some hot water when we come back? What's the use of raising you bullshit logistics soldiers? What are you doing every day?! It's time to eat, can't we get water?"

"What are you scolding people?! Do you know how many people eat in this cafeteria?" The cook officer replied unhappily: "We must not work little by little, right?"

"Do you do a damn job!"

A burly soldier stood up and directly pressed the rice on the table: "When it's time, you have to prepare the hot water!!"

"No more eating, no more eating!"

A company of soldiers stood up inside the house.

The long-term war has tortured people to the extreme. Not only does this kind of thing exist, but also in the Sichuan Mansion, but the situation there is a little better than here. After all, they are currently in the battlefield in Shandong.

Many people were in trouble, and the logistics department could not suppress them at all. After hearing the report, the battalion commander rushed over immediately.
Chapter completed!