Chapter 901 Beheading

The tree trunk, filled with a fresh fragrance, has been soaked red with blood. Zhou Xian was pinned to the tree by a military dagger, with his chest completely pierced and unable to move at all.
"...Haha, you guys are really amazing, even able to afford a war hammer." Zhou Xian's mouth was bleeding, "Lao An, I underestimated you, you really are from the Hua district."
安泽城冷眼瞧着他：“我不是，也没人去收买战锤。”
Zhou Xian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha, now I understand...! It's ironic, isn't it? This stab in the back wasn't done by an enemy, but by my best friend. That's right, only he and Xue Ping'an can wear a pair of pants steadily. I didn't expect it, Xiao Kang, just a little disagreement, and you want to kill me!"
An Ze Cheng did not respond.
Zhou Xian leaned against the tree with the back of his head: "Did you release Xue Ping'an's family?"
"Yes, I promised him that I would release them." An Ze Cheng nodded readily. "It wasn't me who contacted him, he contacted me."
When Zhou Xian heard this, his heart turned to ashes.
“I was going to take you back and have a word with the corps headquarters, but your friend was quicker than me!” An Zecheng extended his hand and asked concisely, “Zhou Xian, do you have anything else to say?”
"What do you want to hear?!" Zhou Xian laughed despairingly, "An Zecheng, you don't want to hear me beg for mercy, do you? Do you think the descendants of the Zhou family will kowtow to you? Huh?!"
"I really don't know how you guys developed your sense of superiority," An Zecheng took a military shovel and pointed at Zhou Xian's chest, saying, "Fight, it was your Zhou family who wanted to fight. Tens of thousands were buried in the Southern Shanghai defeat; leave, it was your Zhou family's slogan, but when millions of people boarded the ship, your grandfather cowardly committed suicide in a cesspit. He abandoned all the generals and soldiers who followed the Zhou family! After his death, my faction's people multiplied like hair on a cow, but your Zhou family still wants to continue ruling, using all its resources to support a weakling like you to take power. What use are you?! Even scum like Xue Ping'an dares to backstab you, do you even deserve to be called a leader by others?! The momentum of your troops surrounding Bana City today, all the resources mobilized, do you think it's something you earned with your abilities? Those are the Chinese who fell one by one on the independent battlefield, fighting for you! What qualifications do you have to act tough in front of me?! My generals were earned through battle, what about yours? You're not even worthy of inheritance!"
When Zhou Xian heard this, he completely lost his composure: "An Zecheng, you two-faced politician, you will not have a good ending!"
"Enough talk, I'm borrowing something from you. Just want to airdrop it to Lao Xu and tell him, no matter how powerful those nobles are, as long as they dare to harm my family, I will take them down!" An Zecheng roared, gripping the military shovel and chopping down diagonally.
"Gudong!"
Neck broken, head on the ground.
"Send his head back to the Capital." An Zecheng threw away his engineering shovel and immediately said to Yu Mingyuan, "All of you retreat, the rest of the matters, don't need to worry about."
“Good, uncle,” Yu Mingyuan nodded.
An Zecheng immediately led the troops down the mountain.
Next to the tree trunk, Zhou Xian's head rolled into the puddle, his eyes wide open, seemingly filled with unwillingness.
Just as Anze Cheng said, the Zhou family, spanning several generations and experiencing a century of glory, is completely brought to an end at this moment.
Since he was a child, Zhou Xian has been groomed to be the successor of the family. The idea instilled in his mind has always been, you are the hope of the family, you must restore the family's glory and return to the peak.
When a large amount of resources is given to Zhou Xian, what he feels is not the pleasure brought by power, but the pressure like walking on thin ice and walking on a tightrope. His political philosophy is too utilitarian, and his goals are too clear, so clear that he can sacrifice everything for it.
So, when his life came to an end, he was exceptionally lonely. Even when Xue Ping'an was at the end of his rope, he had hundreds of brothers willing to follow him, but Zhou Xian did not.
Looking back, Zhou Xingli rose with his family in the face of a major disaster and once touched the highest power with his fingertips.
Looking at the present, more than a hundred years have passed, and the Zhou family has experienced three rises and three falls. In the end, the descendants who were expected to achieve great things ended up falling in a water pit among the mountains...
One cycle has passed, and an era has also passed.
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Yu Mingyuan led the troops to retreat, returned to the helicopter in Anze City, and directly informed his staff: "Understand the battlefield situation of Banacity as quickly as possible, and come up with a reliable plan for me. Immediately, right now!"
Five minutes later.
Inside the headquarters of the Warhammer Mercenary Group, Rumeni personally dialed the phone number of the deputy commander of the Chinese Mercenary Corps.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry, General, there is a large number of enemy forces hidden in Ayde County. Commander Zhou, leading a battalion of our troops, was ambushed while rescuing hostages," Rumeni said in a mournful voice. "After an intense battle lasting twenty minutes, our reinforcements have arrived at the scene and successfully driven off the enemy forces. Unfortunately, Commander Zhou has been killed in action."
Deputy Commander Xu was completely stunned by this.
"Before the operation began, my staff and I repeatedly advised Chief Zhou not to put himself in danger, but he still insisted on going himself to rescue your son," Lu Mei said cunningly. "He...he was just too eager to save your son!"
One sentence choked off Deputy Commander Xu's just about to scold someone.
What can you say?
Scold Rumeni? He already told Zhou Xian in advance, asking him not to go, but he still insisted on going forward. Who can we blame for his death?
Do you need to scold Zhou Xian? He's already dead. What's the use of scolding him, especially when he sacrificed himself to save your son?
Do you scold the support team? What if they panicked? If they had turned back from Panama City, or worse, given up altogether, then who would clean up the mess that Zhou Xian left behind?
Deputy Commander Xu, an old hand at this, quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and hoarsely said, "General Rumeini, no matter what, you must do everything possible to reinforce the city of Banac. If we lose it, we will be completely defeated! As for who will take over Zhou Xian's work, we will inform you right away."
“是的，我们一定血战巴拿城！”鲁梅尼底气十足地回了一句。
Three minutes later.
华人兵团高层召开视频会议。
不到十分钟后，正在往营帐外面走的康鼎煌接到了许副司令的电话：“喂，领导！”
"After studying the decision of the Army Corps Command, you are now officially appointed as the overall commander of the front line of the Battle of Bana City," Deputy Commander Xu said rapidly. "Xiaokang, besides Zhou Xian, you are the one who understands the situation over there the most. You have to take on this heavy burden!"
Yes, I promise to complete the mission!
"And also...!" Vice Commander Xu said halfway.
"Rest assured, I will definitely rescue Xu Zhou and Zhu Peng."
"Please, I beg of you!" Vice Commander Xu said sincerely.