coobybook Chapter 809 Why...
Chapter 809 Why...
Suddenly, Zhou Zhengqing froze in shock...
Could it be. . .
Is it because of me? ! !
The main force of the Japanese army retreated. The navy airstrikes the battlefield, forcibly plowing out a buffer zone. This gives the Chinese defenders hope again. Do they still want to struggle?
Did I harm them?
This shouldn't be the case! This can't be the case! How could this happen?
All the messy thoughts in Zhou Zhengqing's mind suddenly emerged.
Nanzō Yunko looked at Zhou Zhengqing's confused expression after his rage, and the panic in his eyes was gradually replaced by a different emotion.
She took a tentative step forward, her voice soft and gentle, with her usual charm that could soften a man's bones: "Master, please calm down and take care of yourself... Maybe..."
As she spoke, she actually stretched out her delicate hand painted with red nail polish, wanting to gently place it on Zhou Zhengqing's arm, which was slightly trembling with excitement. She even leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to snuggle into his arms and "comfort" the furious young master in her unique way.
The faint, sweet scent of her perfume also came with it.
Zhou Zhengqing was filled with immense anxiety and anger at the moment. How could he bear this? The moment her fingers were about to touch him, he swung his arm as if being licked by a poisonous snake and pushed her away extremely roughly!
"Get out of here!" he growled, his voice hoarse and cold, filled with unmistakable disgust and irritation.
Nanzō Yunko was pushed and staggered, almost falling.
He barely managed to stand, a look of surprise and hurt flashing across his face, but it was quickly covered up by respect and obedience.
Zhou Zhengqing had no intention of paying attention to her emotions. He turned around abruptly, with his back to her, his hands on his hips, and gasped heavily, trying to calm his chest that was about to explode.
After several seconds, he finally suppressed the rage that threatened to overwhelm his sanity. His voice still carried an uncontrollable tremor and a biting chill as he ordered word by word:
"Investigate immediately! Mobilize all resources! Find out what happened at all costs! What on earth happened?!
Who! And when! gave this damn order?!
What are their true intentions?! I want the most detailed report!
You must go find Xu Zhongyi immediately, contact their Military Control Commission, and find out for me what exactly happened!
"The fastest speed! Go!"
"Hey! I understand! I'll do my best to do it right away!" Nanzō Yunko didn't dare to hesitate any longer. She bowed deeply and quickly retreated after receiving the order. The sound of her military boots hitting the ground quickly faded away.
The moment the office door was gently closed, Zhou Zhengqing seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He fell back heavily into his chair, raised his slightly trembling hands, and covered his face tiredly.
"Damn it... What the hell is going on..." He let out a suppressed growl from between his teeth, his voice filled with unprecedented fatigue, anger and a hint of deep panic.
In the corner of his vision, the growth rate of the merit points on the system interface seemed to have stagnated. The slowly jumping numbers seemed to be silently mocking all his futile efforts and the more serious crisis he was about to face.
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Zhou Zhengqing was in a state of anxiety and confusion throughout the morning. He sat alone in the office in a daze. Even when Yingzi brought him lunch at noon, he was in no mood to eat a bite.
Time in the office seemed to have frozen, leaving only Zhou Zhengqing's heavy breathing and the roar of his heart beating violently against his eardrums.
The teacups rolling on the carpet seemed to be mocking Zhou Zhengqing's comfortable and complacent look.
He slumped in the chair, covering his face with his hands, trying to suppress the anger and bottomless frustration that were enough to burn his sanity.
"Why...why..." Zhou Zhengqing let out a suppressed whisper from between his teeth, each word drenched in powerlessness and absurdity.
He frantically searched for fragments of historical memory from another time and space: the Battle of Shanghai... 700,000 troops... the tragic retreat... Nanjing...
Don’t you know that at the critical juncture of the retreat, the defenders really gave up their lives and returned to the desperate situation!
Or, did all this happen because of my interference!!!
This is totally illogical, contrary to military common sense, and even contrary to the most basic survival instinct!
Could it be that the tiny flapping of his wings as a time traveler has triggered such a huge and unpredictable butterfly effect?
Or does history itself conceal some suffocating truths that have been simplified or deliberately downplayed by later generations?
All kinds of terrible speculations collided wildly in his mind: Was there an unexpected defeat on the front line that caused the retreat route to be cut off?
Was there a major decision-making error or internal strife among senior commanders?
Or...were the Japanese engaged in some extremely clever strategic deception that he hadn't yet detected?
The unknown is the deepest fear.
Especially when he discovered that the glimmer of hope he had worked so hard for and risked so much might be ruthlessly snuffed out by some incomprehensible force, the strong feeling of being out of control almost suffocated him.
The growth rate of merit points almost stagnated. It was impossible for Makarov and his men to launch a large-scale sneak attack during the day, so it was normal that the merit points did not increase. But at this moment, the number that was so slow that it was almost solidified was like an icy poisonous snake wrapped around his heart, slowly tightening.
Time passed minute by minute, the sunlight outside the window gradually became dim, and the shadows in the office continued to lengthen and deepen, as if some ominous omen was quietly spreading.
Zhou Zhengqing maintained that tired posture, but his brain was working rapidly, trying to make sense of the chaos.
During this suffocating wait, there was another knock on the office door.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Zhou Zhengqing suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. He quickly adjusted his sitting position and forced a cold, hard mask onto his face, even though beneath it was a sea of anxiety.
"Come in." His voice was a little hoarse, but he had tried to restore the tone of command.
The door was pushed open and Nanzō Yunko walked in again.
Unlike her previous panic, at this moment, she had an extremely complicated expression on her face.
It was a mixture of the professional excitement of an intelligence officer after making a major breakthrough, the incredible astonishment at the content of the intelligence itself, and a bit of an unconcealable curiosity about Si Zhou Zhengqing's next reaction.
Her steps returned to their cat-like, light and seductive posture, as if the rough push away had never happened.
She even deliberately adjusted the angle of her military cap, allowing a few strands of black hair to fall on her smooth forehead, adding a touch of charm.
But Zhou Zhengqing had no intention of appreciating this beauty at the moment. All his attention was focused on her eyes that were sparkling with a strange light.
"General." Nanzō Yunko walked to the desk, stood at attention and bowed.
"Speak." Zhou Zhengqing spoke briefly and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate her body and directly read the information in her mind.