Chapter 179 The Meeting

Around two o'clock in the morning, An Ze City, escorted by his guard regiment under the protection of the Bana City authorities, secretly entered the city. He met with Da Bai and the Minister of Wartime Material Control for a brief meeting.

The strategic materials being allocated were crucial; the Dragon City garrison's survival depended on their delivery.

Consequently, the discussions were extremely detailed, covering delivery times, destinations, protection en route, rendezvous points, and completion schedules.

While the allocation of these supplies was vitally important, the participants were still somewhat surprised that An Ze City had come in person to discuss the matter. Given the extraordinary circumstances, Da Bai had expected a high-ranking military advisor at best.

By five o'clock in the morning, the sky was beginning to lighten, and the meeting finally concluded.

Da Bai stood up and said to An Ze City, "Commander An, it's almost dawn. Shall we grab some breakfast together?"

An Ze City glanced at his watch and nodded. "Alright, I'll take you up on that."

"You're too kind. This way, please."

The group rose and, under the protection of guards, headed for the meeting room door.

Just as they were leaving, An Ze City seemed to remember something and turned to Da Bai. "Minister Bai, I have another request. Please have Bana City prepare four vehicles of supplies separately, mainly daily necessities."

Da Bai paused, then asked, "Alright, where should they be sent?"

An Ze City waved his hand. "No need to send them. I'll have my guard regiment transport them directly. You don't need to worry about it."

"Okay." Da Bai considered it and nodded in agreement, turning to instruct the Minister of Wartime Material Control, who was behind him.

A dozen minutes later, An Ze City had breakfast with the others, courtesy of the Wartime Material Control Department.

Afterward, around seven o'clock in the morning, An Ze City, accompanied by Da Bai, met privately with President Bruna to discuss logistics and the construction of field hospitals, as a large number of wounded soldiers were expected to be transported from the front lines.

Around eleven o'clock in the morning, An Ze City's guard regiment, escorting the four vehicles of supplies, left Bana City ahead of schedule.

...

A little after three o'clock in the afternoon, in the old Mo planned district, in a small town.

A black sedan slowly pulled up on a street in the town.

Yuan Biao, accompanied only by Ni Huan, got out of the car. They were dressed in ordinary sportswear, wearing sunglasses, and had stuck on mustaches as simple disguises.

Without a word, they silently surveyed the surroundings.

People were coming and going on the street, and cars passed by from time to time. The whole town was as harmonious and peaceful as usual.

Confirming the surrounding situation, the two strode into an old Mo-style restaurant by the street and found a table to sit down.

The restaurant was not crowded, and the atmosphere was quiet.

Ni Huan casually ordered some food in fluent local language, then waited with Yuan Biao, eating as they waited.

A dozen minutes later, a young man wearing a baseball cap pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Yuan Biao and his companion, walking over and quietly asking, "Gentlemen, are you from Zone One?"

Yuan Biao looked up, scanned him, and replied in a low voice, "The surname is Kang."

Hearing these words, the young man looked around again, leaned down, and sat beside the two men. "Verbal report."

Yuan Biao ate his food, nodded, his expression perfectly natural.

The young man continued, "Number One is in Bana City negotiating refugee resettlement issues at the administrative office. It is unclear when he will leave. His accommodation should be at the foreign affairs guesthouse. We can arrange for your people to enter the city. Target Number Two is in Bana City personally receiving military supplies, and he has a guard regiment with him, but it is not at full strength, about two hundred men. We do not yet know the specific direction and time of delivery of these military supplies, or where the rendezvous point is. However, according to our speculation, Number Two should be leaving Bana City soon. The Bana City authorities will likely dispatch security personnel, but for secrecy's sake, the number will probably not be too large."

Here, the young man paused slightly.

Yuan Biao immediately looked at him and asked, "What about the others?"

The young man thought for a moment, then said, "The current location of Target Number Three is unknown, but Number Two has separately allocated four vehicles of supplies and ordered the guard regiment to escort them personally. My informant suspects that this is for personal use and is currently investigating further. As for the other secondary targets, there is no news at present... Dragon City is very chaotic, and they do not contact anyone face-to-face, so we cannot find any relevant information for the time being. If we were to investigate, it would take a long time, and might be fruitless."

Yuan Biao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When did Number One and Number Two enter the city?"

The young man replied immediately, "Both of them entered the city around dawn this morning."

"Hmm..."

Yuan Biao fell into deep thought again, this time considering for a long time before looking around and saying to the young man, "Now that we've made contact, we'll communicate more detailed information by phone. You know the method."

The young man nodded. "Okay, I'm just the liaison for your line. You guys get prepared, I won't disturb you. I'll call you if there's any new information here."

"Okay!"

With that, the young man stood up, lowered his baseball cap, left the restaurant, and disappeared into the sea of refugees.

Yuan Biao and Ni Huan stayed for a while longer, paid the bill, and also left the restaurant.

After getting into the car, Yuan Biao turned to Ni Huan and said, "Lao Ni, what do you think?"

Ni Huan thought for a moment and said, "I think Number One is basically untouchable, and Number Three can't be found. My personal suggestion is to just take out Number Two, after all, he's on the move."

Hearing this, Yuan Biao frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded. "From the looks of it, Target Number Two is indeed a bit interesting, huh?"

Ni Huan agreed, "Right, I think taking him out is more reliable."

Yuan Biao didn't say anything more, and soon started the car and drove away from the town.

...

At the same time, in Bana City, in a meeting room.

"Alright, it's settled then, thank you, President, for providing us with assistance."

The meeting had ended, and An Ze City, while expressing his gratitude, rose and extended his hand to Bruna.

Bruna smiled and shook his hand. "Commander An, you're too polite. This is what we should do."

An Ze City said sincerely, "In that case, I'll leave the issue of the wounded soldiers to you."

"No problem, please rest assured, Dragon City." Bruna nodded, then invited, "It's getting late, let's have a simple dinner together tonight?"

An Ze City waved his hand and politely declined. "Thank you, but I'm in a hurry to get back, so I won't be able to make it."

"Alright, I wish you a safe journey."

...

At the old Mo forward command base.

Zhao Wei Hu, draped in a military coat, walked into the operations room, cursing, "Damn it! This Bahia Qiao, is so slippery!!"

"What's wrong?" Su Tian Yu looked up and asked.

"The frontline offensive isn't going smoothly, and the losses are a bit excessive." Zhao Wei Hu, unusually agitated, lit a cigarette, bent down, and sat down, saying, "Lao Liu, we can't keep fighting like this, we won't be able to break through."