At the same moment, Daxia Capital.
In the courtyard, one person could not suppress his excitement.
"Mr. Zhao! Qin Jue has gone abroad!"
For a moment, the old palm holding the tea cup stopped in mid-air. The old man in plain clothes raised his eyes, and a frightening light appeared in the depths of Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.
Seeing this, everyone in the courtyard lowered their heads excitedly: "Understood!"
At this time, there are still ten hours left before global reconnection.
In the first two hours, a large number of off-road vehicles rushed out of the capital.
Subsequently, large numbers of troops left the cities in various cities across the country and rushed to the capital.
"Mr. Zhao, our people have been contacted." Someone whispered in the ear of the old man in plain clothes: "Thirty-three elite brigades, with a total of 30,000 troops, will arrive in the capital at noon today."
The old man in plain clothes put down his tea cup, put on his Tang suit, and walked out of the courtyard with an expressionless face.
In the early morning night, the stars were shining high. Under the starlight, the eyes of the old man in plain clothes hid endless murderous intent.
"Prepare the car!"
An ordinary car drove quickly.
Surrounded by everyone, the old man in plain clothes slowly sat down and said calmly: "Go to the Forbidden Palace."
"yes!"
Half an hour later, the old man in plain clothes arrived at the Forbidden Palace. Under the salute of the guards, he strolled into the capital military headquarters.
"Old Zhao?" Mr. Wang, who had stayed up all night, put down his strong tea and wrinkled his eyes slightly under his reading glasses: "Didn't I ask you to be responsible for nationwide logistics and deployment? Why did you suddenly come to the military headquarters?"
The three great masters and the Dragon King also cast surprised glances.
The old man in plain clothes smiled faintly, sat down casually, took out the unpatterned cigarette case from his coat pocket, and gently pulled out a cigarette: "I am depressed and have nowhere to vent. I just want to come here and chat with my colleagues to relieve my boredom."
Mr. Wang nodded: "Guard, take Mr. Zhao to the rest room!"
"Old Wang, what do you mean?" The old man in plain clothes lit his cigarette and asked with a slight smile: "Are you worried that if I am present, you will spy on state secrets?"
"You are overthinking it. This place is smoky. There are many old people of our generation in the lounge. They can play chess and drink tea with you."
"No, I just want to see a few of you."
"Um?"
Mr. Wang frowned, but didn't say much and turned back to continue doing his own business.
"In this global reconnection, we must further develop domestic strength, use Jiangcheng's current development situation as a case, and let major cities across the country imitate it. Each city must cultivate at least 10,000 divine pattern masters..."
As Mr. Wang said, the three great masters nodded, but the old man in plain clothes suddenly chuckled.
"Old Wang, Jiangcheng is an exception. You can't treat an exception as the norm. If you go too far, it will lay the foundation for disaster."
Mr. Wang frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
"Organize recruit training across the country, suspend hot weapons training, and replace all training with mechanical weapons and cold weapons..."
The old man in plain clothes picked up the teacup and said, neither lightly nor seriously: "Old Wang, there is no need to suspend thermal weapon training. Divine Mark Masters can deal with weirdness, but can they also deal with the death counterattacks of other countries? Maintain thermal weapons or even develop thermal weapons. , Daxia can have no worries, otherwise if people threaten them with nuclear bombs at will, how can you destroy all the nuclear weapons silos around the world?"
Mr. Wang took a deep breath: "The top priority is to deal with the weirdness!"
"You have to catch both." The old man in plain clothes said calmly: "If you only catch one and ignore the threats from other countries, Daxia will also be killed."
At this moment, even the information personnel typing on the keyboard next to him felt the smell of gunpowder.
It seemed that whenever Mr. Wang said something, Mr. Zhao would find an angle to refute it.
The information staff hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to listen to the conversation between the two big shots.
The three great masters looked at each other and stood up one after another to reconcile.
Even the Dragon King stood up and acted as peacemaker with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay. We will discuss the specific measures slowly."
"It all makes sense, it all makes sense."
"Speak slowly, everyone, speak slowly."
Mr. Wang also borrowed the donkey from Poxia and said with a smile: "Old Zhao thinks comprehensively, and it's too much for you to manage logistics and deployment."
This is a kind word.
It is also a kind hand extended.
But the old man in plain clothes turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "Yes, since you are a talentless person, why don't you try it on me instead?"
Try it on my behalf?
The expressions of the three great masters changed.
The smile on Mr. Wang's face slowly disappeared: "Try it instead...what does this mean?"
The old man in plain clothes put down his tea cup, looked at the clock on the wall, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just want to try your position."
At this moment, the entire command center was silent.
Countless staff members looked up in shock, their eyes full of shock, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans broke out on their foreheads.
The three great masters were silent.
The Dragon King squinted at the old man in plain clothes and said nothing.
Mr. Wang said expressionlessly: "Old Zhao, do you want to seize power?"
The old man in plain clothes: "Haha, don't say it so horribly, okay?"
"We will discuss this matter later." Mr. Wang took a deep breath and picked up the thick document in his hand: "Each piece of paper is related to the fate of the entire country. We need to discuss it one by one. After the discussion is completed, we will discuss it again. Let’s talk slowly, okay?”
"no."
The old man in plain clothes took a sip of tea and said it was neither light nor serious.
The veins on Mr. Wang's forehead popped out slightly.
Zhao Xuejiang stepped forward quickly, pulled Mr. Wang behind him, turned around and said with a gloomy face: "Zhao Haihuang, are you clear, what were you talking about just now?"
At this time, there seemed to be a messy whistle outside the window.
It was like hundreds of vehicles approaching at the same time.
The old man in plain clothes stood up slowly, put down his teacup, and looked straight at General Zhao Xue. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the entire command center to hear.
"General Zhao Xue, my biological brother,"
"Don't you know what your brother wants to do?"
The old man in plain clothes walked to the window, looked at the brightly lit streets outside, and slowly put his hands behind his back.
"I, Emperor Zhao Hai, want to see the throne."
"I want the imperial throne, and the Zen seat is mine."
"It's that simple."
The old man in plain clothes threw out the word "simple" in a nonchalant manner, but it was as if two nuclear weapons had exploded and everyone was deafened.
Zhao Xuejiang staggered back and roared angrily: "Zhao Haihuang! You are crazy! This is a time when the country's life and death are at stake. How dare you start a turmoil?"
The movement outside the window made the hearts of the three great masters and the Dragon King jump.
The Dragon King already understood what was happening outside, and his always gentle face had turned gloomy.
"What? Are you still determined to support the royal family?"
The old man in plain clothes turned around, his old eyes full of disappointment.
"Which of the royal family's abilities is better than mine?"
"It was already unfair that he overthrew me and became the second-ranking leader. He has enjoyed this position enough over the years. Do we want to continue the injustice of the world and let him succeed to the throne?"
The old man in plain clothes shook his head.
At this time, thousands of people shouted in unison outside the window.
"See Mr. Zhao Haihuang!"
The whole street was blocked.
Zhao Xue's eyes were blood red.
Jiang Zhong and Huang Qian had gloomy eyes.
The Dragon King's fingers gently rubbed the ring finger.
The invisible smell of gunpowder almost came out from the ceiling of the command center.
But finally.
In the command center, Wang Bu gritted his teeth and looked at every document in his hand that was related to the fate of the country. He stepped forward and slapped the document heavily on the old man in plain clothes.
"Zhao Haihuang, do it!"
Mr. Wang said in a deep voice: "As long as Great Xia's national destiny is prosperous, the people are no longer in exile, and the mountains and rivers are no longer stained with blood, I am willing to withdraw."
Let's talk. Mr. Wang left the command center with a bleak figure.
The old man in plain clothes picked up the thick document and smiled lightly.
Zhao Xue took a deep breath and turned to leave the command center.
"Zhao Haihuang, you are so powerful." The Dragon King said calmly: "If Old Wang didn't want to do it just now, I'm afraid your body would be somewhere else by now."
The old man in plain clothes nodded with a smile.
The Dragon King also turned and left.
Jiang Zhong and Huang Qian, the two grand masters, put down their map batons and turned to leave with expressionless faces.
At this point, the old man in plain clothes sat firmly in the center, shook his head, smiled softly, and waved to greet the people around him.
"Notify the outside and station the command center 24 hours a day."
"When I take the time to bring peace to the world, those old guys will naturally be convinced, and the troops outside will be able to withdraw."
"Also, when Qin Jue returns to the country, he will be notified that he can continue to be the chief of general staff, but all real powers will be rejected. At the same time, when it comes to decision-making on major national affairs, he will only have staff power, not decision-making power."
"yes!"
