Chapter 744

　　The atmosphere in the An faction headquarters was extremely oppressive. An faction officers stood on either side, silent, their gazes fixed on Jiang Yuanzhen with gloomy expressions.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen sat in a chair, smoking, staring intently at An Ze City, his eyes bloodshot.

　　An Ze City, however, sat there with a normal expression, drinking tea as if nothing had happened. From beginning to end, he hadn't directly communicated with Jiang Yuanzhen, as if he didn't take him seriously.

　　Seeing the other party like this, Jiang Yuanzhen's mentality became even more explosive, feeling that he had been insulted. He suddenly stood up, stretched out his hands, and with a *pa* sound, directly knocked the teapot off the table.

　　"Crash!"

　　A set of tea utensils smashed on the ground, shattering into pieces, and the water in the pot splashed onto An Ze City's body.

　　"Pa!"

　　The officers beside him couldn't bear it any longer, and one by one, they pulled out their guns and aimed them at Jiang Yuanzhen. An Ze City gently waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and they retreated.

　　An Ze City's contemptuous appearance made Jiang Yuanzhen even more furious. The record of being beheaded at the beginning made him feel ashamed, and every pair of eyes in the room seemed to carry a hint of ridicule.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen completely lost his composure, pointing at An Ze City and angrily shouting: "Fuck you! What the hell are you pretending for? After you entered The Dragon City Rises, you were like a dog, clinging to Tan Hengqiang's thigh and not daring to let go, not even daring to breathe loudly! Now you run in front of me, putting on a pretentious look. Do you think you've won? I ask you, do you think you've won?"

　　An Ze City finally put down his teacup, glanced at him indifferently, and asked in a calm tone: "Otherwise?"

　　Jiang Yuanzhen wiped the blood on his face, frowned, and roared: "So what if you caught me? What can you do? Don't say I look down on you, I'm standing in front of you now, do you dare to kill me? Do you dare? If you touch me, the First District's troops will open fire on The Dragon City Rises tonight! Tan Hengqiang won't let you go either!"

　　An Ze City looked at him with his hands in his pockets, not saying a word.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen got addicted to scolding, venting his emotions arbitrarily: "Damn it, how many soldiers are there in The Dragon City Rises? Even after several secret expansions of the garrison, there are less than ninety thousand regular troops! Counting the armed forces of the Hua Tong Association, there are no more than one hundred and fifty thousand troops in total. I'm just wondering, with so few soldiers, what are you jumping around for? Do you think you can go against the First District? Or are you going to start another war of independence and drag everyone in, would that satisfy you?"

　　An Ze City still didn't respond.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen stood there righteously, scolding him condescendingly: "You will all be nailed to the pillar of historical shame sooner or later! You are all a bunch of shameless politicians, opportunists! I don't accept you! If I had another chance to lead troops, I would kill your whole family!"

　　While Jiang Yuanzhen was cursing, a guard regiment commander quickly walked into the tent, came to An Ze City, and whispered a few words in his ear.

　　An Ze City waved his hand, and the guard regiment commander hurriedly left again.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen didn't know what they were whispering about. At this time, his emotions were already high, and he continued to jump around, pointing at An Ze City and scolding incessantly: "I'm telling you, An Ze City! I don't want to waste my breath with you anymore, you send me to the garrison headquarters immediately! I want to talk to..."

　　"Pa pa pa!"

　　A series of rapid footsteps interrupted Jiang Yuanzhen's words.

　　Soon, the tent curtain was lifted, and more than twenty officers in military uniforms with haggard faces walked in and lined up in the tent.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen turned his head to look at them, suddenly stunned in place, his face becoming very ugly. Because he was too familiar with these people, including his chief of staff and his family's military officers, all of whom were his direct descendants whom he had cultivated.

　　These officers certainly didn't want to come, but they had no choice at all. Their troops had already been attacked from the front and back by the An faction and the Hua Tong Association Renmin Army along the Long River. Resistance meant death, and once the troops were broken through, the family members who had been transferred to the logistics units in advance would be in danger.

　　When the guns could not protect their wives and children, these people had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up to take responsibility!

　　The winner is king, the loser is villain. Who told them to choose to work with Old Jiang!

　　After a moment of silence, Jiang Yuanzhen clenched his fists and shouted at them, "What are you doing here?"

　　The officers lowered their heads and didn't say a word.

　　Jiang Yuanzhen turned his head and glared at An Ze City, roaring: "An Ze City, what the hell are you trying to do?"

　　An Ze City didn't even look at him, pointing at those officers and said: "I'll give you a chance, just once!"

　　Hearing this, Jiang Yuanzhen's eyes widened, and he pounced on An Ze City like a madman: "An Ze City! You..."

　　"Bang!"

　　Two guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Yuanzhen's head and arms, and pressed him hard on the table.

　　An Ze City sat in his chair, pointed at his nose, and said indifferently: "Jiang Yuanzhen, did you ever think that I regarded you as an opponent? Do you think I'm doing this to curry favor with Old Tan? In this game, you are just a chess piece that is bound to appear! The First District may come forward to protect you, but have they ever treated you like a human being?! Kang Dinghuang used drugs as an excuse to stir up trouble in The Dragon City Rises. The first person he wanted to use was your Jiang family! You've been a dog for half your life, and you're not even as good as a dog in front of your old and new masters! What are you yelling about? What are you not convinced about? I've been waiting for three years, just waiting for someone like you to jump out. To tell you the truth, without your First Army being sacrificed, where would The Dragon City Rises get its subsequent integration! Without you opening fire, would the garrison aim its guns outside the line today?"

　　Jiang Yuanzhen was stunned when he heard this. These words had a huge impact on him, and he was a little dazed.

　　An Ze City waved his hand, and the tent curtain was pulled open with a swoosh.

　　A row of soldiers carrying automatic rifles jogged into the tent and stood behind the group of officers, raising their guns with a clatter.

　　The Jiang faction officers turned their heads in shock, their faces pale.

　　An Ze City looked at the people in front of him with his hands in his pockets, and pointed at Jiang Yuanzhen's face pressed on the table and said: "I'll give you five minutes to write materials! Expose your former military commander. Whoever writes harshly, writes truthfully, and has evidence to support it, I'll guarantee you'll be fine!"

　　The room was silent, so quiet that a pin could be heard!

　　Humiliation, extreme humiliation that disregarded dignity! Listening to Old An's words, Jiang Yuanzhen trembled with anger, and looked at his officers out of the corner of his eye.

　　"What's wrong, don't want to write?" The division commander behind An Ze City frowned and asked.

　　In the queue, a regimental commander finally couldn't bear it anymore. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he stepped forward, reaching out to touch the paper and pen on the table.

　　"Xu Liang! You animal, without Military Commander Jiang, you would still be sweeping the warehouse in the old army..." A staff officer under Jiang Yuanzhen hysterically cursed.

　　"Shua!"

　　The An faction division commander pulled out his gun, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger directly.

　　"Kang!"

　　With a gunshot, the cursing military commander fell backward.