Manual of Space-Time Interference

If it is possible, the dialect can even reach Blue Star City from the Luoli Mountains within a month, and only needs to rely on the 7931 military members he currently has.

He can disable all communication systems of Qin State's military, he can disable even one of Qin State's aircraft, he can disable all systems of Qin State except individual combat weapons, and he also has a space commander. Fire support for all air and space weapons in the deployment.

But as he said, they were still too weak.

This is not a problem of military strength, but weakness caused by the lack of personnel in all aspects. This is also related to the last major purge of Qin, because a large number of organizational managers lost their lives in that purge. .

"Give this to the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Dialect left his signature on a document, then handed it to Fu Fang next to him, and said.

"it is good!"

Fu Fang nodded, took the door and walked out. Fang Yan raised his hand and stretched out, turned his head to glance at the darkening night outside, and then bent down again.

Two months ago, Dialect and the others moved to the government building in the center of Guping City, using this as a base to reorganize the government system of the Chinese Republic.

The office is not very suitable for him, but he is gradually getting familiar with it. From the beginning, he didn't understand anything and had no clue. Now he can arrange everything in an orderly manner and distribute things to the corresponding people for processing.

I never imagined that one day I would be in this position...

With a wry smile on his face, Fang Yan shook his head and continued to handle the next official business.

"Cough! Cough!"

I couldn't help coughing twice. The physical problems did not improve after crossing the road, but began to gradually intensify. However, Dialect did not choose to think too much, because thinking too much would not help.

When I think of myself at that time, I was worried about gains and losses because of time travel. In fact, dialect still thinks it is quite interesting. Perhaps one of the joys of life is to think back to the youthful self when you are slowly getting older?

Looking up slightly, Dialect looked at a map hanging on the side, thought about it, and said,

"Ramon, help me get in touch with Commander He's communication."

"Hello, Chief!"

With the connection of the communication, there was a thumping sound, with the right hand raised to point to the temple, the dialect nodded slightly, and said, "Heming, tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, I hope you will pick me up in Los Angeles next to you. Get through my communication."

"Please rest assured, chief, and ensure that the task is completed!"

"Don't disturb the people, don't cause too much bloodshed."

"clear!"

In two simple sentences, Dialect hung up the communication, and then continued, "Ramon, watch it, I don't want too many casualties."

"Okay, sir!"

Qin State is actually already riddled with holes, because it has lost the people's hearts, even if it is still doing its last struggle, it will not help. It has also sent people to attack the ancient city of Ping, but in fact, there is no support for the sea of ​​firepower. Tactics have been eliminated early on.

"Cough! Cough! Cough..."

Accompanied by scattered coughing sounds, the night outside the window became more and more intense...

...

The next day, early in the morning,

Maybe it has something to do with the "Don't tell me you don't expect it" posted on your own website. Although the noise last night caused some panic, it gradually disappeared under the comfort of the government members who settled in next.

The soldiers stationed in the city were also conscientiously dealing with the wreckage left by the battle last night. Until the sun was up, the entire Los Angeles was the same as usual, except for some subtle places where bullet holes could be seen.

And the opening of this gap has already proved the collapse of the Qin regime, and the rise of the Huaxia Republic is only a matter of time...

One month, two months...

"Chairman, we have recovered Yangcheng."

"Continue with the established plan."

"Chairman, our personnel reserve is not enough!"

"After screening, the official organizations in the Qin government do not mean that they are all villains. If they do not have any stains on them, they can be considered for inclusion in the party."

"Chairman, the student demonstration in Fuping City was brutally suppressed, resulting in 19 deaths and 64 injuries..."

"Make a statement, protest."

"Chairman..."

"Say."

Dialect looked up and saw Fu Fang, who was standing in front of him, put down his pen, with a smile on his face.

"It's eleven o'clock at night now, you should rest."

Without too many expressions, there is no smile on his face, the whole person is cold and not angry at all, and the dialect looks at it and says, "Do you still hate me?"

He knew that Fu Fang was definitely not relieved, and could not be relieved.

"Chairman, it's time for you to rest."

Fu Fang took a deep look at Dialect, then walked out slowly, Fang Yan shook his head, sighed, and walked out with the jacket next to him.

Fu Fang, he didn't dare to let it go, because he was afraid that Fu Fang, who was emotionally unstable, would do something, just like she said at the beginning, to create a lethal poison gas missile to destroy the Blue Star City.

There is no dividing line between the good and the bad, there is only one thought.

...

Time passed slowly again.

As the hot weather brings a touch of coolness and turns into a cold, as the hot wind brings a bleak and becomes biting, the green trees turn yellow, and then they are covered in silver...

In the first year, the countryside surrounded the city. In the second year, the countryside and the city faced each other across the city. In the third year, it seemed that everything was safe, but it destroyed the imperial city of the Blue Star people.

And in the fourth year, soldiers are coming to the city!

At this time, there are also more white hairs on Fang Yan's head. It's not that he is getting older, but that he is tired and has more things to think about.

Economics, education, law, military...

Many areas that he had never been exposed to before now require him to make final decisions, but fortunately, this period seems to be coming to an end.

"Chairman, all the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army are ready!"

"Is Qin Rui still there?" Dialect asked,

"It's still in the Qin Palace!"

"That's good, I only have one request, don't disturb the people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dialect nodded and replied, a look of relief finally appeared on his face, a kind of relief appeared.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

***** raised his hand to salute, and the dialect responded with a salute, then turned off the communication, looked at another person in the room, the current prime minister, and said with a smile, "Old Li, are you ready?"

"Old Fang, you..." The Prime Minister hesitated, but looked at the firmness in Fang Yan's eyes, but finally shook his head helplessly, "Okay, don't worry."

"I'll leave it to you. I'm not a good manager. You need to pay more attention to the next things." Fang Yan smiled.

"Yes, you are watching anyway. If I dare not do well, you must not come in with a gun and kill me!" The Prime Minister joked, making the dialect smile.

"Okay, it's almost done, I'll go get ready." Fang Yan said with a sigh, and glanced at the office where he had been for four spring, summer, autumn and winter with nostalgia. Accompanied by the night outside the window, he slowly moved towards Go outside.

The next time he crosses, it's not too far away, and he should also retreat...