In the fusion place, in the Jibei Road command station, telegrams were exchanged frequently. The person in charge, Qiao Weiting, was standing in front of the combat map and looking at the troop mobilization signs on it.

At this time, a liaison officer came forward and handed over a report: "Report, half an hour ago, an abnormal movement of the old imperial army was discovered."

Qiao Weiting took it, took a look at it, and couldn't help but said in a solemn voice: "Your private soldier?"

Since the split in the Central City, their main task here is to contain the army of the old imperial family.

Under this pressure, even if the old imperial family invests troops in the direction of the central city, it will be limited.

But it is hard to say that those noble private soldiers are very independent. They have a co-governing relationship with the old imperial family. If the scale of the war does not rise to the scale of a national war, they usually will not participate in the battles between the two sides.

But now it is actually moving. This situation is very abnormal.

He said: "Let our insiders try to figure out the situation immediately."

"yes!"

Qiao Weiting waited here for about ten minutes. The adjutant and the liaison officer who had just left hurried over, holding a telegram in their hands. He was surprised and said: "So fast?"

The adjutant told him: "It was sent from our inside line later." He handed over the telegram, "One of their auxiliary generals died on the front line."

Qiao Weiting couldn't help but was startled, reached for the telegram, and said in surprise: "We are not at war with them..." Then he realized, "Crack?"

"Yes!" the adjutant said, "They found a crack leading to the central city, but encountered strong resistance there, and an auxiliary general fell there."

"Are you sure?"

"confirm!"

The adjutant was a little excited. They had been fighting against the old imperial family for so long, and such results were still relatively rare.

This kind of titled general is usually located under heavy military protection, and he has strong military force. Even if he cannot fight head-on, he can usually retreat. But now he is being killed in the front. If he passes the message to each station, it will be enough to boost the morale of the army.

After reading the telegram, Qiao Weiting thought for a moment, "So, is this the reason why those noble private soldiers were deployed? Or..."

"Report, emergency telegram to the rear!"

Another liaison officer came in, saluted, and quickly handed the telegram to Qiao Weiting. The latter looked solemn and took it over immediately.

After reading it, his expression became more solemn than ever before, and he raised his head and said: "Immediately inform the Ministry of Defense and the Central City Government Affairs Office of this news and the corresponding situation, and let them think of ways to defend themselves. We must be quick!"

"Yes!" The liaison officer responded loudly and ran out immediately.

Qiao Weiting looked at his watch and said, "I hope I can make it in time."

Within the rift, Chen Chuan looked outside. He knew that even if he and Chen Bitong joined forces, they would not be a match for a fighter. He said, "Teacher Chen, it's still too late to leave now."

Chen Bitong shook his head and said in a firm tone: "Captain Chen, I said that I will fight here until the last moment and I will not go back."

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and punched Chen Chuan, and there was a faint light floating on it.

Chen Chuan instinctively reacted and pushed forward with his palm, and his fists touched each other instantly.

The next moment, a force surged up and pushed him backwards. At the same time, a spiritual force came in with many things.

He retreated to the outside of the gap before standing still. When he raised his head, he met a pair of eyes full of expectation and some kind of sustenance.

"Captain Chen, go back."

After he finished speaking, he saw Chen Bitong turn around and strode towards the front of the fissure.

When Chen Chuan heard his last words, he couldn't help but stand still and did not go in again, because he knew that this was Chen Bitong's own choice, and he respected the latter's choice.

At this moment, an extremely strong air flow blew outward, causing the tips of his hair to flutter back.

He watched Chen Bitong's figure walking out of the crack and disappearing into the mist and light. After a while, the entire crack flickered sharply for a few times before completely closing.

He looked at the large open space in front of him. On the opposite side, there was a flowing river. The sound of running water was extremely clear at this moment. He lowered his head and glanced. At his feet was the half-face mask that Chen Bitong had dropped, and underneath it was the

The big flag was blown just now.

He bent down and reached out, picked it up, and wiped the dust off with his hands.

"Captain Chen?"

Chen Chuan turned around and saw security personnel standing dozens of meters away. Behind them were dug trenches, barbed wire fences and roadblocks. These people should be the response troops sent to block this place.

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These people were looking at him with reverence.

They saw that the military coat on Chen Chuan's body was cracked in many places, and there were traces of smoke and fire, and there were blood stains on his clothes and hat. It was obvious that he had gone through a very fierce battle.

Chen Chuan looked outside and saw that the scabbard of the Xue Jun Dao was also rolled out by the airflow. There was no need to order another one by himself. He was about to walk over when he saw Fang Zhixin walking over and taking the initiative to remove the scabbard.

He picked it up and handed it over, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Chen Chuan looked at him calmly, and the latter's eyes were filled with sadness. After he took the scabbard, he walked down. At this moment, several people wearing windbreakers and top hats came up, "Assistant Fang, can you follow me now?"

Shall we go?"

Fang Zhixin took one last look at the direction of the crack, nodded, allowed these people to handcuff him, and then followed these people away.

At this moment, another person came forward, saluted Chen Chuan, and presented something with both hands, "Captain Chen, this is what Commissioner Liang asked us to give to you."

Chen Chuan took a look and saw that this was a tube of recovery potion. He took it and looked at the sky above. The blood-red glow was still lingering above. This time, the division of the scorpion mother was obviously not over yet.

In Xiacheng District, an armed convoy of Lianwei Chongyu is passing through here.

It's just that here is not like in the city. The road conditions and environment are very complicated. Sometimes you can't travel the shortest distance, you need to keep turning and detouring, and sometimes you need to stop and negotiate with others.

This is because most of the tunnels in Xiacheng District are controlled by gangs and groups. Everyone is wary of such a heavily armed convoy passing by, and there are some forces that have actually discussed with them before.

But he changed his tune temporarily and rejected them.

Che Gaoyi looked cold. Although he was not satisfied with this, he knew that he could not choose to use force here, because once force was used, all subsequent roads would be full of obstacles. No one would believe them anymore, and they would definitely try their best to stop them.

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They are escorting things out of here, not here to fight. Being dragged here is never a good thing, so they always choose to take a detour to avoid it.

But as a result, their whereabouts became longer.

He knew that if time continued to drag on, they might be stuck here as soon as the splitting wave above ended and the people from the processing bureau took action.

After driving intermittently for more than an hour, he looked at the seat on one side. There was a fat middle-aged man wearing an imported dress sitting there. He asked: "Mr. Pan, how long until we can go out?"

Mr. Pan's head was covered with sweat, and he didn't know whether it was due to urgency or heat. When he heard the question, he quickly replied: "Mr. Che, for half an hour at most, the person squatting on the road in front is my old brother.

They will never stop us."

He didn't lie, and the rest of the journey went smoothly. The forces on the road let them go for a mile without any difficulties.

After walking for a while, Mr. Pan looked outside and said excitedly: "Mr. Che, it's right in front. There is an exit in front. If you go out there, you will go out of the central city."

Che Gaoyi was not as excited as him, and calmly said a few words to Jie Ping. Immediately, an outpost car drove out. After a few minutes, urgent voices came from Jie Ping: "Mr. Che, are you in front of me?"

There is a checkpoint from the processing bureau at the exit, saying that the exit has been blocked and we will not be allowed to pass."

Che Gaoyi's expression dropped, "People from the handling bureau? How could the people from the handling bureau be here?" As he said that, he glanced coldly at Mr. Pan.

Mr. Pan was panicked for a moment, and he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Che, I don't know, it's none of my business. This road is a safe passage that our Iron Fist Association and Lutong Logistics executives have spent many years developing.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the Bureau to know.”

Che Gaoyi knew in his heart that someone had secretly leaked the news. He didn't bother to think about the reasons for this problem. He only knew that he had to transport the things out.

He asked Jie Pingli, "Can I get through?"

The other end of Jie Ping solemnly replied to him: "Mr. Che, we have taken a look. There are third-level fighters guarding there. Although we can forcefully break through, we will definitely alert the processing bureau, and it may not be safe after we get out."

Che Gaoyi narrowed his eyes. At such a tense moment, every bit of strength in handling the situation must be used in two ways, but there is still a third-level fighter guarding here, which shows that he attaches great importance to this place, and there must be someone there.

obtained exact information.

He thought for a while and asked again: "I remember you said that there is another way besides here?"

Lao Pan quickly said: "Yes, there is another one that is further underground, but it is close to the territory of the Plague Order, but it may be a bit dangerous."

Che Gaoyi had heard of the Plague Cult, but he didn't care about it. Each of them wore protective clothing and masks. He said, "Then let's go there."

The entire convoy immediately changed lanes, and ten minutes later, they turned towards a tunnel deeper underground.

Che Gaoyi looked around at this time. This place was indeed different from other places. There was no sun vine, and there was almost no light. When the car lights shone through, the walls were covered with dense paintings. It looked like

It was just some messy graffiti, but after looking at it for a few times, he felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

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Chapter completed!