"Are you planning to go back to Cyric, or... stay here?" Harry wiped his wet hair with a towel and looked at Sofia, the head maid, who was lying lazily on the bed holding a pillow.
"My name is Jenny..." The woman's voice was full of satisfaction, she hummed, stretched out her jade arms to fumble on the bedside table, and then the sound of a lighter rang in the room.
"Huh..." The woman exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the slender Harry, and said, "What on earth do I have to do to make you put down your guard and treat me as your real woman?"
"Isn't the fact that you can lie here the best proof?" Throwing the damp towel aside, Harry took the cigarette from the woman's hand.
"As long as you are willing, there are countless women waiting in line to lie down here." Jenny lit another cigarette for herself and returned to the bed with nostalgia.
"It's like you said, then I have to be willing." Harry looked at the fire that was burning outside the window, and his men who were throwing boxes of documents into the fire to be burned, with his eyes lowered.
Know what you are thinking.
"Hahahaha!" The woman laughed happily. This was the first time she had seen such a person, or such a group of attractive men, since she followed Sophia.
In the past, she felt that men were just dogs. If she was strong enough, those trash with evil intentions and shamelessness would only be able to crawl at her feet and wag their tails, begging for mercy.
But since she came to Bunas, she has met a man who made her dare not even offer herself a pillow, and a group of men surrounding this man who made her willingly take off her clothes.
It was only then that she realized how tempting the real strong man was, like a sweet cream cake, which made her unable to help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips.
"I don't want anything anymore. I'll just follow you. Wherever you go, I will go." Jenny didn't realize at this moment that her image of a strong woman had collapsed to nothing. She was just a family-oriented little girl.
Daughter-in-law look.
"Follow me...what do you have?" Harry turned around and glanced at the beauty sitting on the bed.
Jenny laughed loudly, laughed wildly, and had no inhibitions.
As part of the possible abandonment, both Bunas and Yucheng may be abandoned. Beiling has already begun to retreat. Alice doesn't even want to give up her family's territory, just to quickly find Tang Mo.
, Harry knew that he, the general manager of Datang Group, might leave here at any time.
However, everything can start again. The core of Bunas is now either in Linshui or on Dragon Island.
As long as his teacher is still there, even if there is only one Dragon Island left, he will have the confidence to rise again and control everything again!
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In Chang'an, work on the unfinished palace has been suspended, and most of the construction workers have been transferred to areas where war may break out to build military facilities.
In order to support frontline operations, it is obviously more urgent to build enough barracks and maintenance factories in the war zone than to build your own palace.
The purpose of building a magnificent palace was to show off the wealth of the Tang Dynasty, but Tang Mo himself was not so extravagant as to embezzle navy military funds to build a garden.
Originally, the construction of Dragon's Nest was a long-term and large-scale project, but now the place has become completely silent as the war approaches, leaving only some unused stone and wooden pillars piled in the empty courtyard.
It’s not that Tang Mo didn’t live in Zheng’s old palace. Isn’t it because it was destroyed with cannons when he attacked the royal city? When Dino came here to take charge of the work, it was demolished and many materials were moved.
This side of the New Palace outside the city.
There is no way. According to the construction requirements of Dragon's Nest, this brand new palace must have a series of state-of-the-art facilities. It must be connected to underground fortifications and dedicated subway lines, and it must also have its own surface train station and a standard airport runway.
In addition, there must be enough space around the building to deploy security forces, as well as positions for anti-aircraft artillery...
In order to meet such perverted safety requirements, it is impossible for the Dragon's Nest to be located in Chang'an City. This is the same reason that the Dragon's Nest is also located in the suburbs.
Although the dragon's nest has not been completed yet, Tang Mo still takes charge of the work here. Because there is at least enough open space to accommodate his large and complex leadership team.
Today, Tang Mo is not alone, or a small character who leads Wes Roger all over the map. He has a team of dozens of secretaries, including military attachés, civilians, confidential secretaries, and personal secretaries.
, this is just for his personal service.
Including the prime minister's team, the general staff, the security troops, the anti-aircraft artillery troops... In short, there is almost a division stationed around Tang Mo. However, his division is not an army, but tens of thousands of staff.
In the side hall of a relatively complete castle, there is a huge map of the war zone hanging. Staff officers and secretaries are rushing back and forth holding various documents, walking between groups of officers.
"The oil depot is not full yet... Train No. 411 has been delayed." An officer crossed his arms and complained to the general beside him: "The armored forces hope that we will..."
"No way, the priority of ammunition trains is the same as that of oil trucks. We are already trying our best to coordinate." The major general in charge of wartime train deployment has just turned 30 years old, which is very young.
Although he is not very old, this is what he studied in school, and his graduation thesis was all about train dispatching, so he may be the most professional train dispatching commander in the world.
However, because there are no computers and limited railway lines, his most powerful brain is still unable to meet the requirements of various troops at the same time. In the face of war, railway transportation also begins to become chaotic.
In another corner, Brahim, a young general wearing a sky-blue military uniform of the Datang Air Force, has his hairline almost reaching the top of his head. This general who stood out from thousands of pilots and flight apprentices is actually only 31 years old this year.
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There are so many standards in the world that are scary.
Unfortunately, the experience was accumulated in a short period of time, but I accidentally absorbed a little too much pure oxygen. This resulted in a certain degree of hair loss, which is a small price to pay for human flight.
Therefore, Major General Brahim seems to be related to programmers, with a maturity and stability that belies his age.
He was making final confirmation with a colonel under his command whether his troops had set off and started to gather towards the mainland of Datang.
"According to the estimated time, the fleet will arrive at Dongwan Island in 40 minutes... 14 frontline airports are ready to receive these aircraft at any time." The subordinate reported to the commander.
"How are the spare parts, ground maintenance personnel, ground command center, navigation signal tower... all prepared?" Brahim asked again tirelessly.
"Everything is ready, the independent field hospital, the barracks... I just ran through the rest area yesterday," the subordinate continued.
"All that's left...is to wait..." Brahim looked at the hands on the clock hanging on the wall and said.
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On Dongwan Island, an old fisherman on the beach was watching his granddaughter playing with a big crab. The crab was bigger than a palm, and it was holding up its pliers with its claws and teeth, hoping to scare away the girl in front of him.
Because she had eaten well and no longer had to be tortured by life, the little girl in front of her had become slim and graceful, her big eyes were blinking, and her face was full of happiness.
This kind of life has been going on for a long time. The old fisherman's only regret now is that his son and daughter-in-law did not survive to see such a prosperous scene today.
When fishermen go out to sea, they no longer have to worry about being attacked and exploited by pirates, nor do they have to be bullied and robbed by mirage sailing ships.
Now you can rent a fishing boat from the Dongwan Executive Office to go fishing. The old man with rich sailing experience can even take half a month off every year to play with his granddaughter on the beach.
"Grandpa, grandpa! Let's give this to the teacher!" The little girl twisted the crab and waved it to her grandpa with a smile.
"Okay! Everything is okay!" The old man smiled and his eyes narrowed to a slit. He walked over with his hands behind his back and watched his granddaughter put the crabs into the bamboo basket.
At this time, the old man suddenly frowned. Although he was not young, he had been floating on the sea for a long time, and he was neither deaf nor blind, so he was in really good health.
Amidst the sound of the sea water lapping on the beach, he heard a continuous buzzing sound that did not occur in nature.
So he raised his eyes and looked, and for a moment he was froze on the spot, even the corners of his eyes were widened a bit.
It turns out that many people, whether fishermen or residents on Dongwan Island, have seen strange "Shi"-shaped things in the sky, sometimes flying far away and sometimes flying towards them.
Of course, the old fisherman had seen it before. He had even seen several planes flying over Dongwan Island together. At that time, he had become accustomed to it and did not take these things that had nothing to do with him seriously.
Now, at this moment, what he saw was a mass of black aircraft flying towards Dongwan Island in neat formation like wasps!
Not only the old fisherman saw it, but more and more people in the fields, on the road, and on the deck raised their heads and saw the fleet of aircraft flying over Dongwan Island like dark clouds covering the island.
A few minutes later, at the Dongwan Island Post and Telecommunications Office, a female receptionist bowed apologetically to the people waiting in the hall: "Sorry, gentlemen, due to military control, the telegraph service has been suspended for three days... All telegrams cannot be sent...