Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

"Sir, I am the local military governor."

I must solemnly remind you that our army is by no means weak and easily bullied.

We have unwavering conviction and fearless courage, and we will never sit idly by while you seize the dock.

If a conflict does break out, I can assure you that you will pay an extremely heavy price.

Jun Sui's voice wasn't loud, but it struck the ground like a heavy hammer, each word filled with power.

He tilted his head slightly and gave a wink to his adjutant behind him.

The adjutant immediately understood, stepped forward, and said loudly:

"Our army is well-trained and well-equipped."

We have artillery units that can raze your camp to the ground in an instant;

We have cavalry units that can launch a swift attack and catch you off guard;

We also have infantry units, who are brave and tenacious, and fearless of any enemy.

Our warlord is a capable leader, and our soldiers are loyal and fearless. If you dare to act rashly, you will suffer a devastating defeat.

The foreign officer's face darkened further, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Don't think you can scare us like this."

We also have a strong military, and our country will support us.

Jun Sui sneered, "Hmph, your country is thousands of miles away. By the time their reinforcements arrive, you will have already become our defeated foe."

Moreover, you must not forget that this is Chinese soil, and we have the support of hundreds of millions of compatriots.

Our people will fight to defend their homeland, and our army will fight for the dignity of our nation.

If you dare to invade our territory, we will ensure you never return.

The foreign officer remained silent for a moment, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He knew full well that Jun Sui's words were true, and that the Chinese people's spirit of resistance and the army's fighting power should not be underestimated.

He began to re-evaluate the pros and cons and consider his next move.

Seeing the changes in the foreign officer's expression, Yun Suisi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Jun Sui's intimidation had worked, and there was still a chance for the negotiations to turn around.

"Sir, we do not want war to break out, but if you insist on going your own way, we will never back down."

Our people will fight to defend their homeland, and our army will do everything in its power to protect them.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Yun Suisi reiterated their stance.

The negotiations reached a stalemate, with neither side willing to concede, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Meanwhile, the people outside were anxiously awaiting the outcome of the negotiations, their hearts filled with both worry and anticipation for the future.

Just then, Ran Cang arrived with a group of reporters.

They came in a large procession, and the crowd included not only Chinese journalists but also journalists from other countries.

They carried cameras, and the heavy equipment seemed like invincible weapons in their hands;

Holding a notebook, each page could become a key record that changes the course of history.

The eyes of the journalists from various countries were filled with curiosity and a sense of justice—a persistent pursuit of the truth and a resolute resistance against injustice.

Their arrival was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere at the negotiation site.

They strode confidently to the negotiation site.

The sound of camera shutters rose and fell, the crisp sound like the beat of war drums, each one shaking the heart.

The flashes of light from the cameras were like stars, instantly enveloping the foreign officers in a dazzling glow.

Reporters snapped photos of the foreign officers, the clicking sounds like battle cries, heralding a symphony of justice.

"Excuse me, why are you seizing the dock?"

A young Chinese journalist bravely stepped forward and asked in a firm tone.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a yearning for the truth.

His hair fluttered slightly in the wind, like a flag representing the power of justice.

The foreign officer's face turned extremely ugly. His gaze darted back and forth among the reporters, his heart filled with apprehension.

These journalists from different countries put him under unprecedented pressure.

He knew that if this matter were exposed, it would provoke strong condemnation from international public opinion, which would be extremely detrimental to him and his country.

"This...this is for strategic reasons."

The foreign officer tried to hide his panic, but his voice trembled slightly.

His gaze darted around, avoiding direct eye contact with the reporters.

"Strategic needs? But this is Chinese territory, and your actions are an infringement on Chinese sovereignty."

Another reporter followed up with another question.

He was a journalist from country Y, and his voice was passionate and powerful, full of upholding justice.

His pen moved rapidly across the notebook, as if he wanted to etch this moment into history forever.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreign officer's forehead.

He tried to stop the reporters from interviewing him, but to no avail.

The reporters, like a group of brave warriors, surrounded him closely, constantly throwing out sharp questions.

"Your behavior is immoral and undermines the international order," a journalist from Country F said righteously.

“You must be held accountable for your actions,” a journalist from Country M joined in the questioning.

The reporters' words were like sharp swords, piercing the hearts of the foreign officers.

He felt immense pressure, and he began to regret his hasty decision.

His hands trembled slightly; he didn't know how to handle the situation.

However, the foreign officers were not willing to accept defeat so easily.

His already gloomy eyes suddenly sharpened, becoming as fierce as a hungry wolf, and he gave the soldiers a wink.

His eyes were filled with determination and ruthlessness, as if he were issuing an unquestionable death order.

The soldiers immediately understood, and they raised their guns in unison, the cold barrels gleaming menacingly in the sunlight.

The metallic texture and the threat of death intertwined, instantly creating a tense atmosphere, as if the air itself had frozen.

Every subtle sound was amplified infinitely at this moment, and people could even hear their own tense heartbeats.

The people were filled with anger and fear when they saw this.

What angered us was the barbarity and tyranny of the foreign invaders; what terrified us was that the dark muzzle of a gun could take innocent lives at any moment.

But they did not back down at all; instead, they acted with even greater determination.

They huddled together tightly, forming an impenetrable human wall.

The elderly people straightened their backs, their eyes burning with an indomitable flame;

The women held their children tightly, using their frail bodies to shield them from potential danger.

The young men clenched their fists, their faces filled with determination.

They protected the journalists with their own bodies because they knew these journalists were fighting for their interests and were their hope.

"You mustn't hurt them!"

An elderly man with white hair shouted loudly; his voice trembled slightly, but it was full of strength.

"Yes, we won't let you succeed!"

The people shouted in unison, their voices like surging waves, impacting the hearts of the foreign invaders.

The reporters were deeply moved by the actions of the people.

They became even more determined to uncover the truth and fight for the rights that the people deserve.

The cameras and notebooks in their hands seemed to grow heavier, representing the responsibilities and missions they bore.

Seeing this situation, Yun Suisi and Jun Sui were also very anxious.

They knew that if conflict broke out, it would have irreversible consequences.

Yun Suisi quickly stepped forward and said to the foreign officer: