Chapter 1052: Locked in the dark room again...
Xihai Town, Qinghai Province, Western Theater Command Underground Command Center, high-level video conference room.
The conference room is buried deep underground, with a heavy lead alloy door tightly closed, isolating all noise from outside. The air is filled with the faint hiss of circulating wind and the faint smell of ozone emitted by instruments and equipment.
The pale light was evenly distributed in the conference room, shining on the walls inlaid with radiation-proof materials, reflecting a cold and hard luster.
In the center of the room, next to a large oval conference table, General Wei Jingfang, commander of the Western Theater Command, sat in the main seat. He was dressed in a straight dark green general's uniform, and the three stars on his epaulettes sparkled under the light. Although his face still showed fatigue, his eyes had regained their usual calm and sharpness, like a wolf lurking in the snow.
On his left and right, several core members of the Standing Committee, including Director of the Joint Political Work Department Zhang Shouzheng, Deputy Commander Zhou Yifeng, and Chief of Staff Dong Ping, sat upright with solemn expressions and notebooks spread out in front of them. The atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.
On the wall facing Wei Jingfang, a huge, slightly blurry encrypted display screen lit up. The screen was clearly divided into two parts:
The left part is the latest picture taken a few hours ago by a high-altitude reconnaissance plane flying over the edge of the new province: on the vast and slightly barren land, there are several large oil field facilities scattered around, the pumping units (kowtow machines) are working slowly and steadily, the oil storage tanks reflect a silver-grey luster in the sun, and an armed patrol team that obviously belongs to the Construction Corps is cruising along the oil pipeline.
Although the clarity of the picture is extremely poor, one can still clearly feel the richness of the new province!
The right part is a real-time video window.
Inside the window was a general who was also wearing a military uniform, about the same age as Wei Jingfang, and had a three-star wheat ear title.
The admiral had a rugged face, his skin dark and rough from long-term outdoor work, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes sharp and cautious, with the calmness and faint sense of alienation unique to those who had lived in a place for a long time and held great power.
Behind him is a simple and efficient office, with a map of the new province and a production schedule vaguely visible on the wall.
This person is the new commander of the New Province Construction Corps: General Qin Yue!
The video connection has now been established, but neither side spoke immediately. A brief silence spread over the encrypted line, like two rivers testing and assessing each other's strength and intentions.
Finally, Wei Jingfang was the first to break the silence. His voice came through the audio equipment, and because of the strong interference, it was as noisy as the northwest wind and sand:
"Captain Qin, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend this urgent consultation." It was a standard opening statement, polite and considerate, but it omitted all unnecessary greetings.
Qin Yue on the other side of the screen nodded slightly and said in a loud voice: "Commander Wei, you are too polite. Qin naturally takes the urgent invitation from the Western Theater Command's Supreme Command seriously."
His response was equally direct, neither enthusiastic nor rude, maintaining just the right distance.
Wei Jingfang didn't beat around the bush. He stared directly at Qin Yue on the screen with a sharp gaze and got straight to the point:
"This situation is urgent, so I won't waste any more pleasantries. Commander Qin, I'm sure you understand our predicament. The living environment in the northwest is becoming increasingly severe. Energy, especially fuel, has become the biggest bottleneck restricting our survival and development."
He paused briefly to let the weight of his words sink in, then changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious:
"But I'm contacting you today not just to complain. I'm telling you that the situation has changed significantly for the better!"
"Our Western Theater Command has established a formal strategic cooperation relationship with the Central Plains Theater Command!"
"Zhongzhou War Zone?!"
When Wei Jingfang clearly and solemnly uttered the four words "Zhongzhou War Zone", on the other side of the encrypted display screen, the face of General Qin Yue, commander of the New Province Construction Corps, was instantly occupied by a pure and unpretentious huge confusion.
The noise from the video signal seemed even more piercing, but what was clearer at this moment was the drastic change in Qin Yue's expression.
His rough brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "川" character, and his sharp eyes were filled with incredible confusion.
He subconsciously tilted his head slightly, as if there was something wrong with his hearing, trying to distinguish more accurate information from the noisy sound of electricity.
"'Zhongzhou'...war zone?" He repeated it almost subconsciously, his voice thick with doubt and scrutiny, his eyes fixed on Wei Jingfang on the other side of the screen.
"Which 'Zhongzhou'? Commander Wei, are you referring to...'Central War Zone'?" His tone quickly changed from initial confusion to an eagerness to verify.
You must know that the Central Theater Command represents the capital, the core of the country, and is a well-deserved royal guard and general reserve force!
In his understanding, there was no such thing as a "Zhongzhou War Zone". The only possibility was that Wei Jingfang had made a slip of the tongue...
The next moment, a shocking possibility struck his mind like lightning!
If...if it really is the Central Theater Command?! What does that mean?!
In an instant, the confusion on Qin Yue's face was like sand and dust swept away by the wind, and was instantly replaced by extreme shock and uncontrollable excitement!
His eyes suddenly widened, his pupils contracted due to the huge impact, and then dilated due to the rush of hot blood!
"Central Theater?!" His voice suddenly rose, even cracking slightly from his excitement, almost drowning out the noise on the line.
"Commander Wei! Are you saying...Shenjing?! The imperial court... The central government... Has there been any news?! They... They've rebuilt it?!?!"
When asking this question, Qin Yue, the commander of the New Province Construction Corps, leaned forward suddenly, almost hitting the camera. At this moment, his weather-beaten face was full of eagerness, desire and an excitement that was almost like a pilgrimage.
All the previous calmness and alienation disappeared, replaced by a kind of ecstasy and disbelief as if finding a backbone!
He seemed to have seen the scene of the flag of Shenjing being raised again and the central government being rebuilt. This meant order, orthodoxy, and that their isolated power in the frontier would finally no longer be the wild children that no one cared about!
"This...this is really...huge news!" Qin Yue's voice was obviously trembling. The huge joy hit him so hard that he even forgot to think about the details for a moment.
"Great! This truly is... God's mercy! The core is still there!!"
He repeated it excitedly, as if he wanted to confirm this "great good news" in this way.
At this moment, energy negotiations and the difficulties in the Western war zone seemed to be temporarily overwhelmed by the shock and ecstasy brought about by this "blockbuster bomb".
Qin Yue, commander of the New Province Construction Corps, was completely immersed in the huge impact and endless reverie brought about by the reappearance of the "Central Theater".
How could someone who could sit in his position be a mediocre person? How could he not understand the dangerous situation of hoarding food while his neighbor hoarded guns?
But what can we do now that we know it?
Who can't ask a question? Any online enthusiast with a few drinks can discuss anything, but the real question is how to solve the problem...
And now, the news coming from the Central Theater Command undoubtedly made him see a solution!
As long as there is the deterrence of the central government, the end of the world will be less than a year away. He does not believe that the Western War Zone will be so wild as to risk the world's condemnation and provoke him!
What General Qin Yue, the head of the New Province Construction Corps, did not expect was that in the next second, Wei Jingfang, the commander of the Western Theater Command, who was sitting opposite him, poured a basin of cold water on him, chilling him to the bone!
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