sovbooks Chapter 133 Firearms are our domain!
Chapter 133 Firearms are our domain!
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749 Bureau's Supreme Command Center!
The atmosphere was extremely tense!
Inside the brightly lit command center, everyone held their breath.
Staring intently at the electronic sand table of Changzi County, which was replicated at a 1:100 scale, right in the center!
A dozen or so white-haired military experts and strategic analysts were gathered around the sand table.
They argued heatedly, their faces flushed.
"No! This plan is too risky!"
"An attack by 800 men on a mansion guarded by 5000 men—once the enemy reacts, they'll be surrounded and annihilated!"
"But we must control both the Good Children's Hall and the Feng Mansion simultaneously!"
"Otherwise, if even one ringleader escapes, they might kill them to cover their tracks and take all the children..."
"This is urban warfare from the era of cold weapons!"
"This is not the modern warfare we are familiar with!"
"Any single variable could cause the entire system to collapse!"
"The most crucial thing is Comrade Zhang Fan's safety!"
"However, in the Qin Dynasty history, the line 'died…' in Zhang Fan's personal file remains unchanged!"
"This shows that the person behind this absolutely has the determination and ability to assassinate him, even at the cost of mutual destruction!"
Arguments rose and fell!
Every proposal was put forward, only to be quickly rejected!
Faced with this most primitive form of warfare using cold weapons, even with supercomputing simulations, it has always been impossible to arrive at a foolproof strategy with a success rate exceeding 50%!
The entire command center was plunged into an unprecedented stalemate!
suddenly!
Zhu Feng, who had been silent and staring intently at the sand table, suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
As if grasping at a straw, he lunged at the communicator and pressed the call button!
"Comrade Zhang Fan! I have a question for you!"
Zhu Feng's voice trembled slightly with excitement!
"The batch of black powder you took from Xianyang before, wrapped in oiled paper..."
"Are you still there? Are you in town?!"
This statement came out.
Zhang Fan, who was making deployments in the city, was suddenly stunned!
Black powder!
He realized it instantly!
The batch of gunpowder originally intended for blasting coal mines had been stored in the prefectural governor's warehouse for convenience!
"Yes! Right here at the prefectural governor's residence!"
Zhang Fan's voice immediately resounded throughout the entire command hall through the loudspeakers!
Upon hearing this...
The military experts, who had just been frowning and at a loss, suddenly brightened up!
"Gunpowder? It's at the prefect's residence!"
One of the professors from the Army Special Operations Academy, who was leading the group, slapped his thigh in excitement!
"Hahaha! Great! That's fantastic!"
All the gloom instantly vanished from his face, replaced by absolute confidence and control!
"We might be completely clueless about warfare using cold weapons!"
"But once we have explosives... that's our home turf!"
"Absolutely home advantage!"
He rushed to the sand table and started tapping away at it with his fingers!
Red attack routes and golden explosion points instantly appeared clearly on the electronic sand table!
"Listen up! Immediately revise the battle plan!"
"We don't need a direct assault!"
What we need is—region segmentation!
"Set-point blast! Create chaos!"
"First! Plant explosives on the main roads leading from Shantongtang and Feng Mansion to the military camp in the city!"
"Once the encirclement begins, detonate immediately to inflict casualties and deter enemy reinforcements!"
"Second! Use a series of explosions to create a mutiny in the military camp and disrupt their command system!"
Strategies based on modern special operations thinking were quickly analyzed!
It was immediately transmitted to Zhang Fan's phone!
Look at the battle plan on the screen!
A chilling killing intent flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes!
He immediately summoned one of the elite soldiers who were lying in wait and showed him a cell phone covered with red dots.
"Remember this place!"
"Bury the oil paper wrappings from the warehouse here!"
"Go quickly!"
……
The night grew ever deeper.
The inner hall of the Good Children's Hall was brightly lit.
Prefect Feng Jing, Shantong Hall Master Wei Sheng, and Commandant Han Zhen, who was in charge of the city's defense, were gathered here.
Feng Jing held a cup of hot tea and slowly blew on it.
A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"Commander Han, is there anything unusual happening in the city?"
He asked softly.
Upon hearing this, Commandant Han Zhen immediately bowed and replied:
"Reporting to the Prefect, there is nothing of serious importance!"
"However... there seem to be more rested soldiers coming into the city today than usual!"
"They're all Zhang Fan's men."
He frowned, a hint of confusion on his face.
"I really can't figure out what Zhang Fan is up to."
however.
Feng Jing, however, burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Commander Han, you're overthinking it!"
He put down his teacup, his face full of confidence.
"The twin spies I planted by his side have already sent back the news."
"That Zhang Fan is a complete lecher!"
A slight smile curved Feng Jing's lips.
"They plunged headlong into the Ji Hong Lou brothel in broad daylight!"
"I heard that the really happy ones haven't come out yet!"
"What trouble can a mere child, whose body has been ravaged by wine and women, possibly cause?"
"Nothing to worry about! Nothing to worry about at all!"
Upon hearing this, Han Zhen, who had previously harbored doubts, instantly felt relieved.
Wei Sheng, standing to the side, let out a long sigh of relief, all the tension on his face vanishing.
Instead, excitement and greed took their place!
"Phew...that's good, that's good!"
He glanced at the water clock in the corner; it was almost time!
"Since that kid is so engrossed in women that he has no time for anything else, it's time for us to get down to business!"
A fierce glint flashed in Wei Sheng's eyes, and he suddenly stood up.
He addressed his trusted aide outside the door, saying...
"Someone come here!"
"Pass down the order!"
"Load all the goods from the backyard onto the carts!"
"Ready to ship!"
Not long after.
One carriage after another was pushed out from the backyard.
The unconscious children had their mouths covered and were stuffed into cold iron cages.
Then, a thick gray cloth was placed over the cage, concealing what was inside.
"Look closely, all of you! These are very valuable!"
Wei Sheng personally supervised the construction, his eyes filled with greed.
The convoy, escorted by the personal guards of Commandant Han Zhen, drove towards the city gate.
At the city gate, Han Zhen reined in his horse and stopped.
He glanced at the convoy and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wei Sheng:
"Master Wei, I'll leave you here. Wishing you a successful transaction!"
"Haha, thank you very much, Commandant Han!"
Wei Sheng smiled smugly.
He then cracked his whip, leading the caravan out of the city gate and disappearing into the night.
The convoy did not take the official road, but instead turned onto a small path leading to the mountains and forests.
As the carriage traveled along the road, Wei Sheng sat in the lead carriage, sipping tea and calculating how much gold and silver he would receive this time.
suddenly!
"Whoa—!"
The entire convoy braked suddenly!
Wei Sheng stumbled, the teacup slipped from his hand, and tea spilled all over him.
"You bastard!"
He lifted the carriage curtain, about to yell at someone, but froze.
A group of people appeared in the middle of the road ahead.
The leader was a tall man, wearing a black veil, and holding a steel knife.
It was Mo Feng.