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

"You're right."

Xu Zhenlin recalled his experiences during this period and nodded dejectedly.

I thought that going to the south would give me the opportunity to show my strength, conquer new territory and start a new journey. However, the first ally I met was so incapable of bearing the heavy responsibility.

Jiang Xiansheng's greed and hypocrisy have aroused the disgust of the old Duan family. Many people even proposed to withdraw and want to find new allies.

Even Xu Zhenlin himself felt deeply powerless and began to doubt himself, wondering why he had chosen such an unreliable partner in the first place.

"It's okay, take your time. I'm your solid backer. If things don't work out, come back. I guarantee you'll have food and drink and no worries."

Zhang Ye comforted the old man with a smile.

These old guys are not willing to admit their age even at this age and insist on creating new horizons. Their tenacity is indeed worth learning.

"Marshal, get ready, it's about to begin."

At this time, Lu Shan came forward and whispered a reminder.

The boy was getting so anxious waiting on the side that he didn't even dare to step forward to interrupt.

"Okay, Mr. Xu, please take a seat. I'll go over there and prepare for the opening."

Zhang Ye nodded upon hearing the voice, and followed a group of etiquette ladies to the backstage.

Since he was the one who convened this meeting today, it must be done in a proper manner.

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Opposite the Peace Hotel, in the magnificent banquet hall of the Oriel Hotel, an atmosphere of elegance and solemnity is currently permeating the air.

Groups of foreigners dressed in gorgeous clothes, with exquisite manners and elegant manners gathered here.

This banquet brought together representatives from many countries. For the sake of their country's reputation, everyone present carefully selected clothes that best demonstrated their charm and status. The men were all dressed in suits and ties, with colorful ties and shiny leather shoes. The ladies wore various evening gowns, some elegant and dignified, some sexy and charming, and wore dazzling jewelry.

Unlike Zhang Ye's side, the charity dinner in the concession was mainly attended by envoys and diplomats from various countries. Among them, the victorious countries such as the Eagle Sauce, Britain, the Sakura Country, and the Boot Country served as the main donors, providing humanitarian aid to the defeated countries.

In addition, many representatives from Daxia also arrived, including representatives from the Feng faction, Sanxin Company, Jiang Xiansheng from the Fujian government, representatives from the Yangcheng National Army, etc. They all sent people to bring a large amount of funds and materials as donations.

These forces, backed by foreigners, know very well what they are doing, and they don't care even if they are subjected to abuse from their own people.

After all, their current power and military foundation are provided by countries such as the United States. If at this critical moment, these people turn around and run to Zhang Ye's side.

You can guess the consequence without thinking. You will definitely be abandoned by foreigners without any scruples.

What Daxia lacks the least now is warlord forces. As for foreigners, they are certainly more willing to support obedient forces.

blah blah blah...

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard in the crowded crowd.

The people who were chatting turned around habitually and saw a foreigner in a white suit, with a strong build, steady steps, and bright eyes, walking slowly towards them, holding a glass of red wine.

His long gray hair hung down to his ears and curled slightly. His thick beard was just like his hair, without a single speck of black.

However, even this old man in his seventies has a straight back and looks more powerful than young people.

"Mr. Rowell, I didn't expect to see you here. It's really surprising."

Jiang Xiansheng squeezed out of the crowd with a happy look on his face and greeted very respectfully.

This old guy is the highest-ranking director of the Eagle Sauce in Daxia, and he is also the mouthpiece for the Eagle Sauce top brass. All cooperation negotiations between various forces and the Eagle Sauce are conveyed from him to the top brass.

In a sense, this old guy holds the power to allocate aid resources.

"Haha, today's event is so grand, how could I not participate?"

Lowell, holding a wine glass, came to the forces that had received assistance and chuckled elegantly.

"Besides, today we have more than just one grand event. The other side seems to be even more exciting."

"Mr. Lowell, you're joking. They're just some unseen chickens and dogs. How can they compare to you?"

Huang Jinrong followed closely, his face still wrapped in gauze, looking like a newly unearthed mummy, his appearance extremely funny.

This guy is a loyal worshipper of foreigners. He doesn't care about the outside world's views and opinions at all and is willing to be a running dog for foreigners.

"A clay chicken and a clay dog?"

Lowell glanced at Huang Jinrong and didn't quite agree with what he said.

"If Zhang Ye is a piece of shit, what are you?"

"This...this..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Huang Jinrong was stunned on the spot. His old face under the gauze turned red, but he did not dare to show any strange emotions.

Not only him, but also the surrounding Da Xia forces, their expressions changed slightly, and their mood instantly fell to the bottom. They couldn't understand what this old foreigner was thinking.

People came running up to you and praised you, but you, an old man, slapped everyone in the face with just one sentence.

"This independent army has become a major concern for the superiors, especially at this critical juncture. Zhang Ye's presence has caused many people to worry."

Lowell ignored the changes in those people's expressions, and observed the brightly lit conference hall across from him through the floor-to-ceiling window, muttering to himself.

"Everyone, do you want to become the second Zhang Ye?"

"Of course I do!"

Faced with this kind of ambition-revealing segment, Kang Hyun-seung moved faster than anyone else. He was the first to jump out and quickly moved in front of the old man to show his loyalty.

"Mr. Lowell, our National Army will always uphold the ideals of the Empire. Please give us a chance to fight for the Empire!"

"you?"

Rowell glanced at him lightly, his tone slightly flat, and shook his head slightly.

"The strength of your side is far from enough!"

"According to reliable intelligence, the independence army has successfully renovated two large shipyards, giving them the strength to conduct sea battles. It's estimated that it won't be long before their fleet can successfully launch into the sea."

"By then, with the support of naval forces, it will be even more difficult for you coastal cities to fight!"

"Naval power!?"

The moment these four words reached his ears, Jiang Xiansheng was stunned as if struck by lightning. The fighting spirit that had just been burning fiercely was extinguished in an instant, as if a large basin of icy water was poured over his head, without a trace, not even a spark was left.

You know, these days, they have not yet fully mastered the control and use of ground forces, but Zhang Ye has quietly started two shipyards and started to march into the rough blue sea!

This sudden news was like a force eight gale, sweeping through the hearts of everyone present with thunderous force, causing huge waves.

Sea power!

This is no joke; it requires extremely advanced technology, huge capital, and professional talent support.

It is unbelievable that the Independence Army already has the ability to build warships!

Who exactly is that guy named Zhang Ye?

Could it be that he is really a god who descended from the sky?

Otherwise, how could it have so many advanced technologies and sophisticated equipment that are ahead of the times?