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Chapter 430: Revenge of the Republic of China 18

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After Fu Xicheng returned to Xicheng, he began to deploy without stopping.

The border crisis was so severe that he had no time to spare for his romantic love.

The top priority right now is national affairs.

Those hidden emotions have to be put aside temporarily.

When Fu Xicheng stepped into the meeting room of the Presidential Palace, a solemn atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire space.

He swept his eyes across the generals present and said in a deep voice, "The situation on the border is critical. We can no longer wait. Ladies and gentlemen, I need your advice, but I need your actions even more."

In the conference room, a huge map was hung on the wall, with dense military information marked on it.

Fu Xicheng walked to the map and drew a line on it with his finger. That was the vulnerable area of ​​the border.

He turned around, his eyes fell on the national emblem in the upper left corner of the map, and he was very determined: "I have decided to personally lead the elite of our army to the border and fight the enemy to the death."

The generals stood up and responded in unison: "We are willing to follow the President and defend our country to the death!"

Fu Xicheng has always been a man of his word. After deciding to lead the troops personally, he acted quickly.

In just two days, all the soldiers who followed him had packed their bags and said goodbye to their families.

It is difficult to say who will live and who will die in this battle.

The vulnerable zone of the border is formed along the Donggu area.

The Donggu region is the most extensive area in the Western China Republic, but due to its remoteness, it has not received much support from government agencies.

This place is close to the enemy country and its economic development is not good, but there are many soldiers stationed here.

In addition to Fu Xicheng's private soldiers, a troop from the former Huaxi Republic was also stationed here, called "Wolf Head."

They are the native overlords of the Donggu region. They fight on the border all year round and have a strong aura of murderousness.

On weekdays, Fu Xicheng's private army always kept its distance from the Wolf Head Army.

But no one expected that this time the border crisis would collapse from within.

After Fu Xicheng led his troops to Donggu, he found that the situation was much more tense than he had imagined.

A large area of ​​Donggu has been occupied, and the surviving Donggu civilians have been driven to small towns on the edge. After getting off the car, Fu Xicheng immediately rushed to the government office where the private soldiers were stationed, but found that all his personal soldiers had been detained, and the original government office had been occupied by the Wolf Head Army.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sky of Donggu was dyed blood red by the flames of war.

Fu Xicheng stood in front of the government office, which was once the place where his personal soldiers were stationed, but now it had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

He looked at the wolf-headed soldier guarding the door, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

The border crisis this time was caused by the fact that the Wolf Head Unit, which had been stationed in the Donggu area for decades, suddenly turned against them and colluded with the enemy country. Within ten days, relying on the Wolf Head Unit's understanding of Donggu, they quickly defeated this vast region.

The government office was brightly lit, but what it revealed was no longer the majesty and order of the past, but chaos and unrest.

Thousands of soldiers followed Fu Xicheng and quickly surrounded the entire government office. He slowly pushed open the door of the government office. The heavy iron door made a harsh friction sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Behind the door, there was a chaotic scene. The wolf-headed soldiers were either sitting or standing, their eyes focused on Fu Xicheng.

The air was filled with tension and hostility, like a taut string that could break at any time.

When I stepped into the government office, I found a one-eyed man sitting in the main hall.

He was dressed in the style of the enemy's general's military uniform, with a gold ring on his thumb and a cup of tea in his hand, as if he had expected him to come.

The man slowly put down the teacup in his hand. There was a black bead inlaid on the pure gold ring on his hand, and no one knew what material it was made of.

The first words he said made everyone present gasp.

"Long time no see, son."