The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

With the departure of Old Duan, the Duan family has completely stepped off the stage of history.

The remaining generals and hundreds of thousands of troops also scattered like birds and beasts, returning to the provinces they had previously occupied, intending to continue lying dormant. If there was a chance, they would start over again. If there was no chance, they would just go with the flow, follow the pace of the times, and gradually fade out of their own figures.

Among them, only the former Governor of Zhijiang, Lu Yongxiang, showed hesitation. After all, his current territory had been occupied by the Feng faction. Others could go home, but he had lost his home. Where else could he go?

However, seeing that Old Duan had just stepped down, it was not convenient for him to negotiate with the Feng faction and the Fengbei Army about surrendering. He could only temporarily settle in the northern border and wait for the right opportunity to send someone to negotiate.

As for Xu Zhenlin, Huang Weize and others, they all retreated to the south, saying that they were retired and would no longer interfere in political affairs. However, any discerning person could see that these old guys still had evil intentions and wanted to make a comeback.

However, for the three major warlords today, the Duan faction no longer poses any threat. Even if they are given a territory to develop on, they will never have the chance to catch up with them.

These days, the pace of development is so rapid that if you slow down one step at a time and fail to keep up, it will be difficult to overtake others.

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Two days later, the Fengbei Army officially entered the capital. As the leader of the Fengbei Army, Marshal Zhang was extremely arrogant and willful. He booked the eight major alleys that day and invited all his brothers to have fun together.

He also ordered people to invite the best chef in the capital to welcome the brothers and celebrate the victory of this battle.

No matter what, the Fengbei Army got a good deal this time and occupied the capital without spending a penny. This result was really beyond their initial expectations.

However, Lao Zhang is a man who has seen the world and will not be confused by these trivial matters.

While his brothers were singing and laughing outside, drinking big bowls of wine and eating big chunks of meat, he had already arrived outside the Forbidden City, intending to meet the last emperor, the last true dragon emperor!

As an official of the previous dynasty and a citizen who had received rewards from the royal family, Lao Zhang was very well prepared this time. He did not wear the uniform of the Fengbei Army, but instead found the official uniform of the previous dynasty that had been hidden in the bottom of the box for a long time and put it on again.

This scene amused the old guys around him, especially Tang Laosi, who pointed at his collar and teased him.

"Hey, Marshal, we're all serving the Northern King now, are you still planning on kowtow to this little loach?"

"If you ask me, coming to see him is already a great honor. We have taken over the Forbidden City now, who dares to make a sound?"

"Shut up!" Old Zhang, who had been smiling a second ago, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this. He scolded with an unusually serious tone, "If you shouldn't say anything, just keep it to yourself. Without the previous dynasty's promotion, would we brothers be where we are today?"

"As a human being, you must never forget your roots!"

"That's right, the Marshal did a great job on that point." Wu Lao Er agreed very much. While helping him put his clothes in order, he chuckled and said, "Time flies by so fast. I never dreamed that we brothers would see this day."

"Yeah, who would have thought that a bunch of us peasants could call the shots and act so arrogantly in this capital city."

Zhang Zuoxiang looked at the palace gate, smiling and sighing.

"I never thought in my lifetime that I could see this imperial city!"

"Okay, you guys stay here for a while, I'll be right back!"

Old Zhang didn't want to talk to them any more, so he straightened his clothes and turned to walk into the palace.

He did not bring any guards or followers with him. He walked in alone with a pistol on his waist, looking very proud and confident.

The capital city is now full of his men and soldiers, and the few old eunuchs left in the palace cannot pose any threat to him at all.

Besides, this time he came to pay homage as a subordinate of the former dynasty. As long as these people are not stupid, they will not cause any trouble.

One step, two steps... With every step, the stone pavement under your feet makes a slight sound, as if telling the world about the past glory and honor.

As we walked deeper, this once prosperous imperial city became increasingly quiet and empty.

Wherever you look, the once magnificent palaces and pavilions have been eroded by time beyond recognition, and the painted patterns on the walls have peeled off, revealing a mottled base color.

Those magnificent buildings of the past now only make people feel endless desolation.

And those once solemn and dignified palace squares have now become a wasteland.

Looking up, the entire imperial city looked like a huge ruin, showing vicissitudes and dilapidated everywhere.

At this time, the palace was empty, and only Lao Zhang's lonely figure seemed particularly abrupt in this desolate scene.

He stood there quietly, staring at everything in front of him, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart.

The former glory has passed, leaving only endless memories and emotions.

This was once a place longed for by countless people and a center of power and desire.

And now, it is just a corner forgotten by time, waiting for the judgment of fate.

At that time, at the entrance of the hall, an old eunuch in tattered robes saw Lao Zhang's figure, bowed slightly, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"I'm here to see Marshal Zhang of the Northern Army!"

Even at this time, these old guys are still sticking to the rules and etiquette of the previous dynasty. It's really not easy.

"Why is the palace so dilapidated?"

Old Zhang asked with a frown, walking slowly.

Although the previous dynasty was destroyed, the royal family was not worried about the resettlement. Every month, a large amount of money was spent on various expenses. How could it be so dilapidated?

"Sir, the Emperor lives in the harem all year round and rarely comes to the front palace, so this part of the maintenance money is allocated to improve the living environment in the rear."

The old eunuch hunched his body and spoke tremblingly.

Although he was in the palace, he had heard of the name of King Fengbei.

Now, the glory of the previous dynasty has long since passed away, and the only reason these people can survive to this day is because they are supported by these warlord forces.

"Hmph, I'm afraid the Imperial Household Department is short of money. How can the dignity of my royal family be destroyed like this!" Old Zhang snorted coldly in extreme dissatisfaction and cursed secretly in his heart.

These bastards only know how to enrich themselves but don't know how to maintain the dignity of the royal family.

No matter how much money is withdrawn, the palace cannot be made so dilapidated.

At least someone should take care of the basic cleaning work, right?

The dust on the ground is so thick that you can almost write on it, and the weeds everywhere are simply disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor!