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Qi Bing stared at Zheng An in the driver's seat with anger, holding the dispatch order that had just been fetched from his luggage, and behind him was Zhou Xiangyu, who looked innocent.

Zheng An smiled with the steering wheel in his hand and said, "Why am I trying to make things difficult for reporter Zhou Da? Captain Qi, I'm thinking too much."

"Anyway, I know I'm not at ease."

Qi Bing pouted and turned his head to look out the car window.

Zhou Xiangyu, who was behind, hesitating for a moment, obviously speaking out of kindness: "Although I don't know why, there is really no need for you to quarrel because of me..."

"Shut up, I'm thinking too much!"

The two people in front of him immediately made Zhou Xiangyu see the situation clearly, hurriedly hugged his bags and closed his mouth, and honestly took on the historical responsibility of playing the light bulb.

I was silent all the way until Chapter 212: Solomon, I came (two) I stopped in front of a courtyard surrounded by coconut and wooden fences.

After the dust that was enough to swallow the entire car disappeared, a lieutenant officer who had already been waiting in front of the courtyard led two soldiers to greet him.

The officer in his twenties had a moderate figure, protruding cheekbones, a big mouth and a high forehead. He had a typical Lingnan person with sharp eyes and a sharp look. When he opened his mouth, he had a Xianggui accent, and his tone was quite easy-going: "Old Zheng Qi finally

I'm back, my brothers and I have been waiting so hard—this is my sister-in-law's wife, right?"

Qi Bing smiled foolishly, turned his head slowly, and stabbed Zheng An with the gaze with Bingthorn: "May I ask, what's going on with my sister-in-law!"

Zheng An raised his face and started fighting with a fight: "Well, this is a misunderstanding, it's purely a misunderstanding, there's no need to take it to heart..."

"Let me introduce this. This is Li Deling and Li. We have lived with him these days - Xiao Li. Don't salute when you see this captain?"

Under Zheng An's urging, Li Deling hurriedly raised his hand to salute: "Hello, sir."

"I am Captain Qi Bing of the Navy, and I'll be in trouble these days." Qi Bing replied politely to Li Deling. His eyes crossed Li Deling's shoulders and turned to the two behind him Chapter 212: Solomon,

I'm here (second) follower.

I saw one of the corporals in their twenties, with a slender figure and a pretty face like a woman. They had sharp eyes and were quite confident.

Another 10**-year-old private, with a medium figure, a wide face and a big mouth, was quite bitter, and his eyes were dim and slightly rebellious.

Realizing Qi Bing's attention to the two of them, Li Deling turned around knowingly and introduced: "This is Corporal Mao Ren, this is the second soldier of Peng Dehua. Today they both serve as the guards of Captain Qi and reporter Zhou."

Qi Bing subconsciously touched the pistol holster on his waist: "Guardian? There is no need..."

"This is all the arrangements of the superior..."

Before Li Deling finished speaking, a sergeant in his thirties walked behind him. He was thin, tall, big nose, and handsome eyes. His eyes were bright but also a little cynical.

"Sorry, I'm late..."

The sergeant apologized and saluted Zheng An and Qi Bing.

"This is my assistant to the secretary, Sergeant Jiang Zhiqing, who has just been transferred from Siberia."

Li Deling turned to introduce, but there was an unconcealed disgust on her face.

"Siberia? I heard that there is no place for people to stay." Zheng An answered casually.

"Yes, everyone who has been there has become ghosts." Jiang Zhiqing showed vicissitudes of life.

Qi Bing tilted his head in confusion: "Where is Ji? Ji has become a ghost?"

Jiang Zhiqing smiled bitterly and said, "Living ghosts are much more tiring than dead ghosts. But everyone still wants to survive, and living is everything..."

Li Deling interrupted him impatiently: "Jiang Zhiqing, will you die if you say a few words? Take a few guests to the dormitory and make good arrangements - what are the guests dissatisfied with? But Ji asked!"

"yes."

Jiang Zhiqing responded expressionlessly, nodded to Zheng An and his group, and then came over to help carry their luggage.

Qi Bing felt a sense of oppression in his heart inexplicably. He took advantage of the space of packing his luggage and approached Zheng An's ear and muttered: "What are these people? Why do I always think it's weird?"

Zheng An carried the luggage for Qi Bing and grinned, "I've thought too much, I'll know after staying for a long time. They are all good people..."

Corporal Mao Ren, who came to help carry his luggage, heard it clearly and lowered his head and smiled: "We are cruel and ruthless evil people in front of the enemy, and of course we are good people who are just like a fake one in front of our own people."

Jiang Zhiqing, who was already carrying a bag of luggage behind him, sneered: "Don't be self-indulgent. Who is the 'our-owner' with you? Take care of yourself first."

Invisible smoke suddenly filled the air. Qi Bing sneezes unconsciously and whispered, "Sister Guolan misses me... she must wait for me to go back safely."

A delicate embroidered handkerchief was handed over, and Qi Bing looked in the direction he handed over the handkerchief. Zhou Xiangyu's innocent smile instantly made her feel like a spring breeze. There were countless peach blossom petals in the spring breeze, and each petal had two twisted black words.

:anthomaniac!

...

On the other corner of Rabaul, a two-story wooden building with a low appearance is the official residence of Marshal Zhang Yiye, the commander-in-chief of the Southeast War Zone.

Mozart's violin music came from the window covered by the curtains, and the elegant melody was mixed with the jingle of the wine glasses of knife and fork.

"Grandpa doesn't love it, grandma doesn't care. This is the big truth in this war zone - I wonder what aspect of the fact Commissioner Liu wants to know?"

At a banquet mainly based on seafood, Zhang Yiye was squirting a piece of cream lobster and spitting at Liu Ping and Qi Peng on the other end of the round table without any scruples.

Liu Ping held his heart and responded as modestly as possible: "Commander, as far as I know, the army's strength in the war zone has been greatly enhanced recently, from eight missing divisions to eight full divisions and two land warfares

The brigade, which has nearly doubled. In terms of aviation, the 102nd Army Special Mixed Forces was transferred, and the total number of aircraft equipped in the theater increased from 164 to 269, an increase of 6%.

More than ten…”

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yiye interrupted him without hesitation: "Commissioner Liu doesn't know that all combat operations in this theater, whether in Solomon or in Guinea, depend on the safety of the maritime traffic line - in other words

By the way, it is the naval fleet, not the army and shore-based aviation.

"Now Australia has gathered a very powerful British-American joint fleet, and its strength is still increasing. The fleet in this theater has not been effectively supplemented since Solomon's defeat last month, and now it is simply unable to face the troops head-on.

The enemy fleet, which is in a clear advantage, can only watch the enemy land on Maleta Island..."

This time it was Liu Ping's turn to interrupt him: "Didn't the base camp have ordered the shore-based aviation and submarine forces to launch a counterattack?"

Zhang Yiye smiled coldly: "Don't the base camp understand? Only the two hundred outdated broken planes and twenty old small submarines in this war zone can only be used to attack the enemy's attack on such a large scale.

Lag and harassment can never play a decisive role.”

"Please be careful not to be impatient. The main force of the joint fleet is now carrying out a strategic battle in the Gulf of Aden in the Indian Ocean. Once the war in the Gulf of Aden calms down, the main force of the joint fleet will inevitably advance eastward and return to the Pacific to help the commander and commander with one arm's strength.

…”

Liu Ping's comfort not only failed to comfort Zhang Yiye, but instead made him sarcastic: "I have heard so many beautiful words, are there any more beautiful ones?"

Qi Peng, who had been holding it in a row for a long time, finally couldn't help but get up after hearing this--
Chapter completed!