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The soldiers from the Sixty-Fourth Regiment seeking help had already ascended the mountain from the side. Judging by the size of that group, there were probably just over a hundred of them, while the reactionary soldiers following behind were numerous. Seeing this situation, Ma Yiming couldn't help but gasp and said to Xin Yi, "Commissioner, how many reactionary soldiers does the Sixty-Fourth Regiment have? It feels like the entire Sixty-Fourth Regiment has mobilized."
Xin Yi also sighed, feeling quite distressed as he replied, "Alas, it seems my estimate was inaccurate. Do these soldiers really want to serve Hong Xiaoyi? However, even if an entire regiment comes at us, we are not afraid! They have one regiment, and we have one regiment too. Moreover, our military quality and combat capability are superior to theirs, and we occupy the geographical advantage. What do we have to fear?"
"That's true," Ma Yiming said. Now he felt trapped but had no other choice but to fight! After all, both sides had comparable forces, and just as the Commissioner said, the Seventy-Ninth Regiment held the advantage.
"Then let's not hesitate any longer; give the order to engage," Xin Yi said.
Ma Yiming nodded. Now he was the highest commander of the Seventy-Ninth Regiment. This sense of fulfillment eased his tension a bit. He straightened up and loudly commanded, "Listen to my orders! The entire regiment is to enter a state of full combat readiness!" As soon as the order was given, everyone in the regiment immediately sprang into action. The military quality of the Seventy-Ninth Regiment was indeed higher than that of ordinary Mingguo Party troops. Although time was tight, there was no sign of panic among the units; they proceeded methodically with their assigned tasks.
Xin Yi watched all this and nodded secretly. He hadn't expected Sun Gang to manage his troops so well; killing him had truly been a loss of talent. If this unit could be utilized for her purposes, it would be a formidable fighting force. However, at this point, that was clearly impossible because their only outcome could be destruction. War is brutal; there is no right or wrong—only victory or defeat. But this time, Xin Yi's goal was to ensure that both sides would lose; only one side could emerge victorious: Beng Hu Camp.
Both the Sixty-Fourth Regiment and the Seventy-Ninth Regiment belonged to the garrison of Yin-Yang Mountain. Their weaponry was not advanced; most soldiers were equipped with automatic rifles and grenades, with only a few submachine guns and machine guns available. They didn't even have mortars—standard infantry equipment—because their targets were merely ordinary citizens or small groups intending to vandalize the Former President's tomb; such equipment was unnecessary.
Thus, the conflict between the Sixty-Fourth Regiment and the Seventy-Ninth Regiment mainly involved bullets and grenades. It seemed as if both sides harbored deep-seated hatred for each other; from the moment the first shot was fired, there was no pause in fighting. They fought fiercely until their eyes were bloodshot and corpses littered the ground. At this point, they were no longer two units under one military district; they were enemies engaged in invasion versus defense, justice versus evil, life versus death.
This battle continued until dawn broke on the horizon. Xin Yi looked at the battlefield situation; it should be about time now. The Brothers from Beng Hu Camp had long since evacuated Yin-Yang Mountain; their mission was complete. Last night, it was them who requested support from beneath the Seventy-Ninth Regiment's camp. After being granted permission by Xin Yi to ascend from the side, they hadn't stayed on the mountain long but had quietly circled down during the fierce battle between the Seventy-Ninth Regiment and Sixty-Fourth Regiment, returning along their original route to their camp in the jungle ten miles away.
Seeing that things on the battlefield were nearly settled, Xin Yi decided it was time to call Liu Dingbang. Due to last night's events—before any major conflict occurred—the leaders of both regiments had been eliminated while Ma Yiming had been guided and controlled by Xin Yi throughout. The Chief of Staff of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment had been lured up the mountain by Beng Hu Camp impersonating the Seventy-Ninth Regiment. Thus, such a significant event occurred without anyone notifying higher-ups in military district command. Now that both sides involved in the conflict had suffered heavy casualties, it was time for higher-ups in military district command to clean up.
Xin Yi pulled Ma Yiming back to headquarters and instructed him to call higher-ranking officers in military district command. This call had to be made by Ma Yiming because Xin Yi was actually a fake Commissioner; his identity would only be recognized by Liu Dingbang and within the Seventy-Ninth Regiment.
Information needed to be relayed through several layers: from regiment headquarters to brigade headquarters, then to division headquarters before reaching military headquarters, finally arriving at Military District Command. Ma Yiming was quite adept at shirking responsibility; after making one phone call, he painted the Seventy-Ninth Regiment as a reluctant defender forced into a defensive role. Of course, there was no mention of any Special Envoy here; that person had been conveniently overlooked by Ma Yiming under Xin Yi's guidance. Ma Yiming was happy to do so because he believed he deserved credit for this matter—the more attention he received, the better—but it was precisely this attitude that led him down his path to ruin.
The battle continued, but the intensity had diminished. Both sides had shifted from active offense to defense; as long as the opponent did not attack, they could rest behind their respective cover. After such a long time of fighting, everyone was tired, being mere mortals who consumed grains and meat. Thus, apart from the occasional soldier unwilling to be idle and firing a shot, the sound of gunfire had nearly ceased across the battlefield.
After reporting the situation to the higher-ups via phone, the final order from the Military District Command was to immediately cease hostilities and return to their camps on standby. Ma Yiming was naturally scolded severely for reporting such a significant event only now; this alone was enough for him to face serious punishment. Furthermore, the Military District Command would hold him accountable for negligence and unauthorized military actions. The Chief of Staff of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment would face similar consequences. Their fates would be quite alike; having fought fiercely on the battlefield, they would now share a prison life together—what a coincidence for these two.
Both sides received the order to cease fire and return to their camps. There was nothing more to say; they cleaned up the battlefield and went home for breakfast. They were all stationed at Yin-Yang Mountain, neighbors in a sense, so how did it come to this? The casualties among soldiers were evident, with both Leaders dead and both Chiefs of Staff facing punishment. But what was it all for? In the end, there was no clear winner or loser—just a farce, a pure farce.
The Chiefs of Staff from both sides met on the battlefield. One asked, "Bros, what are we going to eat when we get back?" The other replied, "Let's have something rare; who knows how many more meals we can have." Then they simultaneously said, "Eat more, eat more; good food should be enjoyed!" They shook hands and embraced each other—comrades, hurry up and wash up before sleeping!
...
With both sides in such a state, Xin Yi naturally lost interest in staying. He asked Ma Yiming for a car and drove to Wen Qiang's house. Now these outdated old-timers had no guards left—only a caretaker looking after their daily needs. Xin Yi went straight inside and found the old man he had seen in Liu Dingbang's photo. He slapped him hard, knocking him out, tied him up, and tossed him outside into the car before driving away from Yin-Yang Mountain with swagger. In such chaotic times, who cared about these matters?
Xin Yi was not a kind person; otherwise, he wouldn't have used such means to incite infighting among Yin-Yang Mountain's defenders. Although only a few people acted under his direct orders, strictly speaking, those innocent soldiers died by his hand. Different positions lead to different ways of thinking; there is no absolute good or evil in this world. If one must say there is, then fine—the Buddha who cuts flesh to feed eagles is praised for his great compassion. He would rather sacrifice his own flesh than let an eagle starve. But has anyone considered that by saving that eagle with his own flesh, how many small animals would die under its sharp beak and claws?
Thus, the relationship between good and evil is essentially one of success and failure.
For an old warlord like Wen Qiang, Xin Yi saw no need for kindness; knocking him out was already merciful enough. Taking him back was merely to help Liu Dingbang clarify past events. Of course, Xin Yi's willingness to help Liu Dingbang had nothing to do with kindness. Liu Dingbang held great prestige within the Mingguo Party's military; aside from those officers who held grudges against him from years ago, Liu Dingbang could command respect easily. It was precisely because of this that Xin Yi decided to assist him. However, this help was not without cost; at an appropriate time, Liu Dingbang would also need to give something in return. To gain something requires giving something back—that aligns with the objective laws of nature.
Driving back to Liu Dingbang's military district, Wen Qiang remained unconscious in the back seat. Xin Yi simply dumped him at a predetermined location arranged by Liu Dingbang’s people who were waiting for his arrival. From there on out, Xin Yi had no need to worry about what happened next; Liu Dingbang could handle it however he wished.
Upon returning to Liu Dingbang’s designated residence, Xin Yi saw four personal guards standing at the entrance. It seemed they were specifically waiting for his return. One of the leading guards said upon seeing him: "Mr. Xin, Commander Liu requests that you go to the headquarters immediately after you return."
"Alright, wait for me a moment; I’ll just say goodbye to my friend," Xin Yi replied.
"No need, Mr. Xin, your two friends are currently at the Military District Command." The guard gestured for him to enter, but to Xin Yi, the gesture felt anything but polite; it carried a hint of coercion.
Xin Yi's heart sank. It seemed this matter was not going to be simple. Could it be that Liu Dingbang had discovered some clues? He thought he had covered his tracks well; after all, there shouldn't be any signs of a breach. Was it possible that the incident at Yin-Yang Mountain had reached Liu Dingbang's ears? But that didn't make sense. Although his actions had been crucial, anyone unfamiliar with his true identity would never guess the underlying complexities, as what he did was not out of line for a Commissioner.
But why was Liu Dingbang so eager to find him? Judging by the attitude of these guards, if he didn't comply willingly, they would undoubtedly resort to force. Since returning to Liu Dingbang's military district, Liu had always been courteous to the three of them. If nothing had happened, he would not have acted this way. Moreover, Lijie and Roxy had never been invited to the Military District Command before. If there were any issues, Liu would either come to their place or invite only Xin Yi to the Military District Command. This strongly suggested that something significant had occurred, and it was certainly not in Xin Yi's favor.
Even though Xin Yi knew this visit could be dangerous, he had no choice but to go; after all, his two fiancées were in their hands. Liu Dingbang was likely aware of this fact; otherwise, given what he knew about Xin Yi's skills, how could these four guards possibly restrain him?
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