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

"Old Lu, think carefully about what you can gain from the Feng Clan. You should have a pretty good idea of ​​their behavior and intentions."

In the closed meeting room of the Zhijiang Provincial Government Office, Xu Zhenlin, holding a cigarette, looked at Lu Yongxiang, who had been silent for a long time, with a serious face, and kept persuading him.

"We old buddies have been friends for more than ten or twenty years. Now that Old Duan has returned, he will definitely welcome everyone home, regardless of past grudges. You've experienced the feeling of having no future in the Feng family, like being raised by a stepmother."

Seeing that this guy still didn't say anything, Xu Zhenlin realized that emotion alone might not be enough to impress the other party, so he immediately changed direction and continued to persuade him with all his might.

"To be honest with you, Old Duan has already established connections with the British side. As long as the Duan faction's banner is raised again, we will have a steady stream of resource support."

"The 100,000 troops in the northern frontier are ready. The 50,000 I brought from the Minfu National Army can also be taken away. Add to that the 70,000 troops on your side, and we have 220,000 troops. Who dares to underestimate us in this Great Xia territory?"

"Mr. Xu, it's not that I don't want to leave, but I can't leave..."

After a while, Lu Yongxiang, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head, looked at him with a very conflicted expression and complained to him.

"When the Duan Clan disintegrated, my brothers followed me and went hungry. They didn't get paid for four or five months. They held on until the Feng Clan's funds arrived, and then they followed me to Zhijiang Province."

"Now, I've only been in the Feng department for half a year, and you want me to turn around and go back to the Duan department. Putting aside what my former friends would say, I can't do that even in the Feng department."

"Whether they treat me well or not is secondary. At least for the past six months, these 70,000 brothers under my command have been relying on their military pay to survive."

"I know your concerns. You can't afford to lose face because of our old friendship, right?" Xu Zhenlin didn't intend to give up. He lit another cigarette, looked into the other person's eyes, and sighed.

"Let me tell you another piece of news. The Feng Clan had already been abandoned by the Eagle Sauce half a year ago. The reason they were still kept alive was for this war."

"To put it bluntly, after this battle, win or lose, the Feng clique will disappear. The Eagle Sauce people are not fools. They have already determined a new goal and plan to focus on supporting the Nationalist Army."

"Old Lu, we're brothers, so I'm telling you this from the bottom of my heart. Think about it carefully. After this war, the Duan faction will have 200,000 to 300,000 troops. If the independent army doesn't take the initiative to attack, who in Daxia can be our opponent?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, or perhaps because he wanted to dispel his last bit of concern, Xu Zhenlin casually took out two intelligence telegrams.

"Take a look. This is a combat directive from the Eagle Sauce to the Nationalist Army. It clearly states that the Feng faction has become a discarded pawn."

"There's also a note from an internal meeting of the Feng Clan. You're too embarrassed to leave to save face, but they don't see it that way. They've always been wary of you and treat you like an outsider. Even when you and your brothers fought a bloody battle in Zhijiang, they still didn't appreciate it."

Lu Yongxiang, who was struggling with how to make a decision, took the paper and glanced at it. When he saw the content, his face became even uglier, especially the minutes of Feng's internal meeting, which belittled it to nothing. Judging from the situation, even if all the troops stationed in Zhijiang were killed, they would not be able to understand the hatred of some people.

This scene made Lu Yongxiang, who was already somewhat hesitant, make a decision instantly. He looked up at Xu Zhenlin and asked.

"When do we start? We have to hurry up. I'm afraid if we delay for too long, the brothers below will have other ideas."

This old guy changed his expression so quickly. It seemed that he had already made up his mind, but he just lacked a plausible excuse.

"It will probably take the Independence Army to attack the Central Plains for half a month to a month. Before they take it down, we should stay in Zhijiangnan."

Xu Zhenlin kept staring at the other person, and when he saw him finally nod to indicate his agreement to return, the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into his stomach.

Don't be fooled by his previous exaggerated words, such as the 200,000 or 300,000 troops and the financial support provided by Britain.

It is true that this thing exists, but there is a big premise here, that is, the team must be formed first, and the old Duan who has retired from the world must be invited out to take power again. Only in this way can all plans be carried out in an orderly manner.

If this grand situation is to be achieved, the 70,000 soldiers under Lu Yongxiang will undoubtedly play a vital, even decisive role.

After all, it is difficult to cause much trouble with just the 100,000 troops in the northern border and the mere 50,000 troops under Xu Zhenlin's own control.

Therefore, the situation set up today seemed to be just a sincere exhortation to Lu Yongxiang, giving his old buddies who once fought side by side with him a good opportunity to make a comeback.

But in fact, the key person who really determines the success or failure of this game is Lu Yongxiang himself.

As long as the 70,000 garrison troops in Zhijiang can adapt to the situation and change their flags, the return of the Duan faction will be just around the corner!

"But there's one thing we need to do. We need to open up the Jiangyou section and let the Independence Army in to control the floods. This is Zhang Ye's request, and it's one of the main reasons for this."

"Let them come in to control the flood?" Upon hearing this, Lu Yongxiang's face was filled with worry: "What if this group of people don't keep their promise, come in and head straight south to launch a frontal attack on us?"

"No, I believe Zhang Ye is a man who keeps his promises." Xu Zhenlin shook his head and said with certainty.

Among the many warlord forces in the country, why did they choose to cooperate with Zhang Ye?

It's not because he possesses the most powerful military strength, the more crucial factor is that this kid has not been negatively influenced by those sophisticated, cunning and treacherous people.

Compared with other warlords, Zhang Ye attaches great importance to credit. Whenever he agrees to do something, he will rack his brains and find ways to achieve the goal.

If today's partner was the infamous Fengbei King Zhang Zuolin, even if you killed Xu Zhenlin on the spot and pointed a cannon at his forehead, it would probably be difficult to force him to let the Fengbei Army go and allow them to enter his territory.

The reason for such a resolute refusal was nothing more than that old man Zhang was a notoriously dishonest person.

Often, people may promise something one moment but then go back on their word the next moment without any hesitation.

Therefore, when facing someone like Zhang Zuolin, the only viable strategy is to always adhere to the principle of "don't release the eagle until you see the rabbit", stay highly vigilant at all times, defend tightly, and never give the other party any chance to take advantage.

Only in this way can you stop losses to the greatest extent!