Reporters who thought they were jackals didn’t expect that they were not even sheep!

Sheep are also ignorant and fearless. In desperate situations, they can still use their horns to try to resist.

Journalists are much smarter than sheep, but what they have learned is how to survive.

Under the black muzzle of the gun, reporters no longer dare to complain, no longer dare to show their authority and contradict each other, because they know that only one person needs to be alive to satisfy the other. They just want to be the one who survives, and the one who dies is

companion.

"Sir, can I ask who wants to see us?"

A sudden act of courage forced a reporter to question the escorting officer.

It's not that he really mustered up the courage, but that he wants to know whether his own value is the most valuable among the six.

The more valuable a person is to the other party, the more likely he is to survive.

“You’ll know when you get there!”

The officers of the Jinsui Army were unwilling to pay attention to them. In the eyes of the five officers and soldiers of the Jinsui Army, the seven reporters were not human beings, but money in vain.

These seven reporters had been to Zhao Zhiguo's headquarters. The Japanese army urgently needed to know where Zhao Zhiguo's headquarters was.

The village has long been shrouded in darkness, and a few barking dogs mean that strangers have entered the village. However, this is not the defense area of ​​the First Military Division. There is no joint military and civilian defense. The people here have even forgotten that there is still a war outside.

Comfortable, comfortable villagers, comfortable mountain villages, there is even a kind of war that has nothing to do with them and has nothing to do with them!

They don't care at all about what happens outside. This is something that Mr. Yan should be concerned about.

People in this era are just being coerced into following the crowd; their opinions and decisions have never anything to do with them.

The barking of dogs stopped, and the village fell into silence and peace again.

Although some people were awakened, there was no movement in their yard, and they fell back to sleep peacefully, feeling numb and comfortable that it had nothing to do with them.

"Are you sure?"

There were doubtful voices in the room.

The reporter in the yard heard it clearly. After all, the village was so quiet at night, and there was a kind of silence like when a person is about to die.

"I am very sure that these seven reporters have just returned from Zhao Zhiguo's headquarters." the Jinsui Army officer assured.

"Okay, you can leave the person to me."

"You are breaking the rules. When doing business, you have to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other! And they know where Zhao Zhiguo's headquarters is. I plan to sell this information at a good price to ensure that my brother and I can

Live this life richly."

Having brought such an important person, the officers of the Jinsui Army were prepared to speak loudly.

"Of course you won't be short of money! The Imperial Army always keeps its promises!"

When the seven reporters in the yard heard the word "Imperial Army", their bodies suddenly felt as if they were being shocked by electric shocks.

Someone is going to hand them over to the little devil!

Even though they knew about this situation, these seven reporters remained silent and no longer had the courage to comment on the situation in the newspaper. One reporter was even shaking like a sieve.

"Keep your promise? How much is a promise worth in this era? I only have one belief, and that is gold!" said the Jinsui Army officer, "As long as I cough, my brothers will shoot immediately. At that time, these seven reporters will bring

The information you want disappears from this world."

"Okay, I will contact our commander immediately."

The Jinsui Army officer returned to the yard and lit a cigarette. The sparks flickered, and the reporter's breathing became rapid with the flickering frequency of the sparks.

"As long as you give me money, I will have enough patience," said the Jinsui Army officer.

The seven reporters were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They were driven into the cellar by two Jinsui Army soldiers without any resistance.

For a whole night, seven reporters, "Mr. Yan's distinguished guests" disappeared like this, but Mr. Yan had no idea about it.

At this time, Mr. Yan is even more worried about the airport - the airport.

During this process, Mr. Yan also thought of seven reporters.

His only thought about reporters was to send these seven reporters out to calm Zhao Zhiguo's anger.

But Mr. Yan soon realized that before resorting to force, all concessions would only show their vulnerability and helplessness.

Even if Mr. Yan is really a paper tiger, they must bluff to show their final majesty and integrity, even though this integrity is as trivial in Zhao Zhiguo's eyes.

It was not until noon that Mr. Yan finally came up with a decision that he was not satisfied with amid the chatter among his subordinates.

Let’s talk first! If Zhao Zhiguo and the others do not give in on the airport issue, then they will start a small-scale battle around the airport.

Mr. Yan cannot lose Bingzhoucheng Airport, just like the West cannot lose Jerusalem. This is Mr. Yan’s attitude towards his subordinates.

However, how should this small-scale battle be fought? Once the battle starts, how can it be stopped just by Mr. Yan yelling and saying to stop?

Mr. Yan is willing to stop, is Zhao Zhiguo willing?

Wishful decision-making is often digging a hole for yourself, and you can fall into it at any time.

Mr. Yan actually wanted to use the time spent negotiating with Zhao Zhiguo to deploy troops around the airport.

"Go and call Chief of Staff Tian from the First Military Division!" Commander Yan ordered.

Tian Kezhi was lying on the hotel bed bored, waiting for news about the reporter.

Qiu Zian frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction. It had been almost a whole day and there was no news at all.

"Chief of Staff Tian, ​​our Commander-in-Chief invites you!"

The following soldiers ended their mission and became messengers.

Hearing the sound outside the door, Tian Kezhi immediately looked at Qiu Zian.

Qiu Zian's brows tightened. Obviously, the voice outside the door was not Qiu Zian's, which meant that he was not here to convey news to them.

Tian Kezhi also understood Qiu Zian's expression, but he did not rebuke Qiu Zian: "Let's go, Lao Qiu, Mr. Yan must have thought about it all night, and he must have a countermeasure."

Mr. Yan’s conference room was empty!

However, the soldiers of the Jinsui Army were much more polite and took the initiative to serve tea to Tian Kezhi and others.

"Shout! The treatment is much better than yesterday!"

Seeing the tea, Tian Kezhi sighed!

Yesterday, he was sitting in the same seat. Not only was there no tea, but he was also filled with cynicism from Mr. Yan and the officers of the Jinsui Army.

"Finally someone has learned some manners!" Qiu Zian said.

"Lao Qiu, let's not imitate them. Since the good tea is served, let's just enjoy the tea."

However, what Qiu Zian didn't expect was that he would spend more than an hour sipping this tea.

"What do you mean? Mr. Yan doesn't want to return the airport, is he planning to water us to death?"

Mr. Yan did not show up for more than an hour. Tian Kezhi slapped the table on the spot. The huge noise startled the soldiers of the Shanxi-Sui Army on guard.

An officer from the Jinsui Army trotted into the conference room: "Chief of Staff Tian, ​​please be patient for a moment, our commander-in-chief will be here soon!"
Chapter completed!