Chapter 1090 Arriving in the Northwest

On the Western Theater Command side, Wei Jingfang quickly exchanged glances with Zhang Shouzheng, Zhou Yifeng, and Dong Ping.

This requirement undoubtedly touches upon the Western Theater Command's intention to act as the "only middleman" and take control of the cooperation. Allowing the Corps to directly contact Zhongzhou will increase variables and may weaken the influence of the Western Theater Command.

Thinking of this, the brain of Wei Jingfang, commander of the Western Theater Command, was working rapidly.

A complete rejection? Having just forced the other side to accept the core conditions, another rift over a "right to participate" would not only be counterproductive, but would also make the Western theater appear overbearing and potentially provoke a stronger backlash from the other side.

Moreover, it is unknown whether the Zhongzhou War Zone is willing to contact through only one channel.

So in the end, Wei Jingfang raised his eyes and looked at Qin Yue, with a smile on his face that seemed generous but actually contained deep meaning:

"Commander Qin is thoughtful and this request is reasonable. Energy cooperation concerns the interests of all three parties. As the owner and producer of resources, the Construction Corps deserves a corresponding voice and right to be informed. We agree that future specific contacts can be jointly participated by the three parties."

But the agreement was conditional. Wei Jingfang changed the subject and his tone became serious:

"However, since we are three parties working together, on certain principled issues, especially when facing the Central Plains Theater, I hope that our Western Theater and the New Province Construction Corps can maintain coordination, especially in areas of non-core interests, and maintain a consistent position as much as possible."

"After all, unity is mutually beneficial, while division is mutually detrimental. Any one of us would be too weak to face the Central Plains theater alone. Only by uniting can we secure more favorable conditions."

These words were both a reminder and a warning. He agreed that the Corps could "come to the table", but he required that the Corps must sit next to him at the "dining table", or at least not disrupt his performance.

This is to clarify the dominant position and warn Qin Yue not to try to bypass the Western Theater to make small moves.

Qin Yue was a man of such stature that he immediately understood the hidden meaning behind the words. He sneered in his heart, but nodded solemnly on the surface.

"Commander Wei is absolutely right. Facing the Central Plains Theater, we are naturally allies and should advance and retreat together. Maintaining consistency on non-core interests will help maximize overall interests. We have no objection to this."

He agreed readily because he also knew that in front of the powerful Central Plains Theater, the Western Theater and the Construction Corps were already the weaker party. If they continued to fight against each other internally, they would only be defeated one by one, and no one would benefit.

Temporary union and mutual support are inevitable choices. As for the definition of "non-core interests", there will naturally be room for negotiation in the future.

At this point, a video conference full of tension and strategic games finally reached a preliminary and crucial consensus.

Under this new and delicate three-party structure, the energy lifeline of the Northwest will begin to provide blood transfusions to the distant Central Plains war zone, and will also profoundly change the fate of every participant on this land.

“So happy to work together!”

“Happy cooperation!!!”

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Noon, Xihai Town, Qinghai Province, Xihai Field Airport.

This field airport, which was urgently expanded after the apocalypse, has a bare gray concrete ground. On both sides of the runway are simple guard towers and air defense positions covered with camouflage nets.

Although it is a bit simple, it is fully functional and exudes a sense of firm pragmatism against the backdrop of the desolate Gobi Desert.

The sun was blazing brightly in the sky, and the heat wave distorted the scenery in the distance.

To show their importance, General Wei Jingfang, commander of the Western Theater Command, personally led all the standing committee members of the theater command, including Zhang Shouzheng, Zhou Yifeng, and Dong Ping. The group, dressed in regular uniforms, stood solemnly in the temporary reception area at the end of the runway.

Their figures were particularly eye-catching in the empty airport. Behind them was a standard-bearing company that was on duty as a guard of honor. The officers and soldiers stood upright with their guns in hand, their military postures strict, but everyone's eyes were invariably cast towards the blue sky, with an indescribable expectation and solemnity.

Without any warning, the first thing that came was a low but very penetrating hum, like thunder coming from the distant sky.

The sound quickly came from far away and became clear and oppressive.

"Here it comes!" someone whispered.

At the end of the horizon, a few fast-moving silver dots appeared in the azure sky. They cut through the sky with an elegant and resolute posture, and their wings reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"It's the J-16!" Zhang Shouzheng, director of the theater's joint political work department, said in a low voice with sharp eyes.

As one of only two people in the entire Western theater who had close contact with the J-16, he was obsessed with Zhou Bang's first fourth-generation aircraft and was confident that he would never make a mistake.

A total of four J-16 heavy fighter jets, in a strict escort formation, like loyal falcons, first came into view, and their powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire airport.

Immediately afterwards, an even louder roar came from the sky like rolling thunder!

Huge shadows began to appear, their outlines quickly becoming clear—they were Y-20 strategic transport aircraft! One, two, three… a total of 12 enormous Kunpeng aircraft, arranged in a spectacular flight formation, slowly descending towards the airport with a steady and majestic momentum.

Their huge bodies almost blocked out a small area of ​​the sky, and the shadows they cast seemed to cover the entire airport. The roar of the four engines gathered into a terrifying torrent of power, shaking the ground so much that it seemed to tremble slightly.

Faced with the overwhelming steel wings, even the members of the Western Theater Command who had been mentally prepared could not hide the shock on their faces.

Deputy Commander Zhou Yifeng subconsciously held his breath, Director Zhang Shouzheng's pupils shrank slightly, and even the calmest Wei Jingfang unconsciously clenched his hands behind his back.

Is this a strategic transport aircraft? So huge, so oppressive, each one like an island pressing down from the sky!

In the end times, the ability to organize such a large and modern fleet for cross-regional transfers, the significance behind it, made every senior general present feel deep awe and oppression.

Soon, under the guidance of the tower, the fleet began to align with the runway one by one. A huge shadow slowly passed over the sky above the welcoming team, and the airflow it brought swirled up the dust on the ground.

Wei Jingfang took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the waves in his heart, straightened his collar, and looked firmly at the Y-20 special plane that was slowly landing.

He knew that with the landing of this plane, the chess game in the northwest had entered a new stage dominated by the Central Plains Theater.

And he, and the entire Western Theater, must adapt to this new reality.