Chapter 1105 Operation Qinglang (End)
A few minutes later, the senior leaders of the Qixia Mountain gathering place, led by Sun Deming, Lei Bao, and Professor Liu, passed through a chaotic shantytown crowded with terrified survivors and finally arrived at the inside of the gate.
Through the slowly opening crack in the door and the battlements of the wall, they could truly see the full picture of the army outside the door. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but gasp and froze in place!
Just now, when I looked down from afar in the conference room window, I just felt that the convoy was huge and the dust was flying.
Only when they watched it up close did they understand what generational fear was. The overwhelming, tangible feeling of oppression almost suffocated them!
In the various vehicles outside the door, the silent soldiers sat as steady as rocks.
The goggles and tactical masks they wore obscured most of their expressions, and the equipment they wore was so sophisticated that it was dazzling. In the eyes of Sun Deming and others, it was no less than African natives seeing American special forces.
From camouflage to guns, from helmets to combat boots, every detail exudes a highly professional aura of killing that they cannot understand.
What made their pupils shrink even more was the two crystal warriors standing next to the armored vehicle, their bodies covered in matte black heavy-duty 'Dragon Spine' exoskeleton armor!
The streamlined armor, the hydraulic devices at the joints, and the slightly raised power unit on the back make them look less like humans and more like killing machines from the battlefield of the future!
In addition to their firearms, each man also carried a uniform, long, Tang-style heavy sword on his back. The red tactical rope attached to the target undulated in the dust rising from the convoy, creating an indescribable, solemn aesthetic that blended classicism with technology.
In addition, the wheeled assault guns crawling beside these mecha warriors are also eye-catching. The thick 105mm gun barrel seems to be pressing against their foreheads.
The fear that thermal weapons have engraved into the genes of carbon-based life is like someone pressing their finger between their eyebrows at close range, which makes them instinctively feel physically uncomfortable, with tingling scalp, dry mouth, and pounding heart.
They had no doubt at this moment that the military force they had taken so much pride in when ruling the gathering place and suppressing nearby small groups would not last even three seconds against this steel behemoth...
He could even imagine the tragic scene of artillery shells bombarding the simple fortifications on Qixia Mountain.
At this moment, Sun Deming's calves were completely weak, and he could only stand steadily by holding on to the goalpost next to him.
All his previous calculations—power, resources, fear of liquidation—became ridiculous and insignificant the moment he saw this army with his own eyes.
It's like an elephant trying to plot against an ant. This is a force they can't contend with at all!
This even exceeded his understanding of the "army"!
"Is this the fucking army?? What army is this from?? An army straight out of a sci-fi movie from across the ocean?"
As the neighborhood director, Sun Deming considered himself a bit of a worldly-wise person. Speaking of regular troops, he'd seen the Nanjing garrison before, and even brought people and supplies into the barracks during support activities. But he'd never seen such... such a sci-fi army...
"Sun... President Sun, what should we do?" someone next to him asked in a trembling voice.
Hearing this, Sun Deming's throat rolled and he swallowed with great difficulty.
He looked at the officer outside the door who had put down the megaphone and was observing them with a cold gaze. He looked at the soldiers behind him, who were as solemn as statues, and at the ferocious muzzle of the gun...
He knew that any hesitation, any bargaining, could lead to a devastating blow.
He pushed away the person who was supporting him, and almost used his hands and feet to stagger out through the gap in the door that had just been opened.
When Lei Bao and the others saw this, they hesitated for a moment and then hurriedly followed him out, but they all lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with each other, as if all their energy had been drained away.
Sun Deming walked to a place about five meters away from Gao Cheng and stopped. He tried hard to force a smile, but it was uglier than crying. His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"I... I am Sun Deming... the temporary head of Qixia Mountain... Welcome... Welcome to your army... Welcome to inspect our work..."
Looking at Sun Deming's trembling appearance and a group of leaders behind him who were burying their heads in work, Gao Cheng, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion of the 1st Infantry Brigade of Yezhou, couldn't help but reveal a disdainful smile, and the unhappiness of waiting in his heart instantly dissipated.
To be honest, he really hoped that the other party would become more rebellious so that he could use this opportunity to teach the survivors in Jinling a lesson.
It seems that they are too far away from the war zone and too close to Jinling, so these survivors have lost their discipline.
If it were in the two places of Ye and Yu in the southwest, after hearing the order from the Zhongzhou war zone, the local survivors should have come to obey orders long ago. But now they have been waiting here for so many days and still hiding, forcing me to come in person!
Thinking of this, Gao Cheng, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion of the 1st Yezhou Infantry Brigade, standing on a wheeled assault gun, introduced himself condescendingly:
"I'm Gao Cheng, the commander of the reconnaissance battalion of the 1st Brigade of the Yezhou Infantry."
"President Sun, according to the highest order from the Central Plains War Zone Command, the defense of Jinling and the surrounding areas has been fully taken over by our army!"
"According to the war zone directive and the Jinling Military Sub-district decree, all gathering places for survivors must be reorganized and brought under unified management."
"Taking over according to the order of the Central Plains War Zone Headquarters? When did this Central Plains War Zone have such power? Isn't Jinling under the jurisdiction of the Eastern War Zone?"
Before Sun Deming could react instinctively, Gao Cheng continued to issue orders:
"I hereby order your troops to:"
"First, immediately disarm all unauthorized armed forces. All weapons and ammunition must be registered and temporarily taken over by our army!"
"Secondly, the existing management of the Qixia Mountain Shelter will temporarily maintain operations, but must unconditionally cooperate with the work of our subsequent military personnel and execute all instructions issued by the military sub-district!"
"Third, immediately count and report the entire population, material inventory, and available labor force at the gathering place!"
"Fourth, open gathering places and cooperate with our military in personnel quarantine, screening, and order maintenance!"
Every time Gao Cheng said something, the faces of Sun Deming and others turned paler.
This is not a contact, this is clearly a complete takeover!
Damn it, it’s totally unreasonable. They’re trying to seize other people’s property!
Especially the first one, surrendering your weapons is equivalent to surrendering all your bargaining chips and self-protection capabilities!
Hearing this series of commands, veins popped up on Lei Bao's forehead, and his hand subconsciously reached for the holster at his waist.
But just as his fingers touched the handle of the gun, the eyes of a soldier behind Gao Cheng seemed to flash, and the muzzle of the QBZ-191 assault rifle rose slightly by a few millimeters, and a cold murderous aura instantly locked onto Lei Bao.
Lei Bao froze in his tracks, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head. He had no doubt that if he dared to draw his gun, he would be shot dead in the next second!
Gao Cheng seemed to have not noticed Lei Bao's little trick, and did not take him seriously at all. He continued to say to Sun Deming: "Chairman Sun, this is an order, not a negotiation. Surrender and reorganize. All our compatriots in Qixia Mountain will enjoy the treatment of civilians in the war zone, and receive food, medical care, and security. Resist..."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the not-so-strong walls of Qixia Mountain and the pale and skinny survivors, his meaning was self-evident.
Sun Deming's face turned pale, he knew he had no choice.
The strength, decisiveness and overwhelming momentum displayed by the opponent, which were unique to regular troops, completely shattered all his hope of luck.
Under the complicated gazes of the other high-ranking officials behind him, he swallowed hard, his voice dry:
"Captain Gao... Captain Gao, we... we are willing to accept reorganization... and cooperate... with all the work."
"Very good." Gao Cheng showed a formal smile on his face, with a hint of regret in the depths of his eyes.
"President Sun made a wise choice. Now, please have your men lay down their weapons and assemble at the designated area. Our personnel will move in immediately and implement the takeover procedures!"
