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

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, the Duan faction's 100,000-strong army stationed in the northern frontier marched out two days ago and attacked the Fengbei Army's headquarters in the capital. They joined forces with Feng's troops to attack from both sides, achieving impressive results. They have caused the Fengbei Army to retreat repeatedly, not only losing their previous positions but also experiencing a decline, and are continuously retreating towards Rehe."

The communicator finished reading the information sent from the headquarters, which helped Chang Rui solve the mystery in his heart.

My goodness, none of these old guys are easy to deal with. They are always greedy and want to get involved in everything.

The independent army was busy helping the Duan faction to conquer territory outside, but these people turned around and cooperated with the Feng faction to deal with the Fengbei Army.

If Cao Xin knew that attacking the Central Plains was Duan Tianlin's wish, I wonder if he would still be able to laugh.

"A dog bites a dog, and it's all just a mouthful of fur. These old bastards from the Beiyang era have rigid minds. They'll do anything for power. They're damn hard to deal with!"

Chang Rui sneered repeatedly. He was too ashamed to mention the actions of this group of people.

If this happened to him, he would never cooperate with his former enemy even if he was beaten to death.

When it comes to making a living, all you have to care about is your face. As a well-known warlord, you should pay more attention to this.

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand what these people are thinking.

Little did they know that this group of old Beiyang forces were completely different from other systems. When their circle was not fighting, it was already in chaos, and they were all relatives who were inseparable.

You are my brother-in-law, I am your father-in-law, he is my brother-in-law, and you are his uncle...

In short, although it is called a warlord melee, it is actually no different from a fight within a clan. Today you hit me, tomorrow he hits you, and in the fighting, the ones who die are all the soldiers under your command. The territory often changes hands, making life miserable for the people.

Until the end, if either side really loses, they will not be beheaded or executed. At most, they will send a telegram to the whole country to announce their resignation and find a foreign concession to rest for a while.

If you are lucky, like Duan Tianlin, your subordinates will find a way, and you may have a chance to make a comeback and stand up again in this life.

My men have guns, and they know they won't die even if they lose, so why not fight this battle? If you lose, take a break and continue.

But if they win and successfully unify the north, their power will instantly expand three to five times. Who wouldn’t be envious of such tempting conditions!

Late at night, Chang Rui returned to the Shangdu headquarters. Without even having time to eat, he rushed into the operations room to inquire about the latest situation on the front line.

According to the time calculation, the enemy forces in Qianhu Province should have already engaged in fighting with their people.

"Inform Xie Long of the Eighth Army that no matter what happens, the jade cannot be lost. We must stand firm and defend it with all our might!"

"Also, where is the Fourth Army of the First Corps now?"

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, the Fourth Army sent back news two hours ago that they have established defensive positions in the north of Muye and are ready to resist the Zhili reinforcements!"

"Tell Zhang Beifa that Muye is my last line of defense. If he can't defend it, even if he's not from the Second Corps, I'll still shoot him!"

"It's the Commander-in-Chief!"

"Commander He of the First Corps just sent a telegram asking if we need a second round of support. He can set up a few lines of defense in Zhili Province to help us hold off the enemy for a while!"

Chang Rui, who was studying the battle line just a second ago, burst into laughter when he heard this. He looked up at the communicator not far away and joked.

"Call him back and open your eyes to see how my 90,000 men can defeat 180,000 enemy troops!"

After the joke, the operations room returned to its noisy state, and the radio transmitter not far away continued to receive calls back from various subordinate units.

The "beep, beep" sound hit everyone's tense nerves, making them stare with scarlet eyes without any fatigue, constantly changing the combat orders according to the situation at the front line.

……

At two o'clock in the morning, in the south of Yudu, Feng's troops stationed in Qianhu Province had been fully deployed after several rounds of assembly. They joined forces with the already crippled Central Plains garrison and launched a general attack from three directions.

Although nearly 80,000 troops were divided into three main attack directions and the personnel were dispersed, the soldiers of the Eighth Army were still under great pressure facing nearly twice the number of troops.

Boom boom boom...

Intensive artillery fire exploded at the front line, and the dazzling flames illuminated the entire night sky. Although many anti-artillery holes were dug in the trenches, a large number of soldiers were still severely injured.

"Hey, it's fucking exciting. This battle is thrilling, so thrilling."

Inside the front-line command post, Army Commander Xie Long, with dust on his forehead and dirt all over his body, grinned at everyone.

"I just went to the front line and took a look. Wow, it was a sea of ​​heads. That old dog Cao Xin is really furious this time. He's determined to take back the Central Plains at all costs!"

"Of course. The Central Plains is his heartland. Once it is lost, it means he will no longer be able to conquer the entire country!"

The chief of staff took out a cigarette case, stared at the map in front of him, and chatted.

"The Feng clique has played a rotten hand. Zhijiang has been occupied by us, and Jiangyou is in the midst of chaos. Although Qianhu Province has not been affected, its troops have been drawn in. In Zhili Province, although the Fengbei Army has retreated somewhat, the First Corps has been keeping a close eye on it and will not give it a chance to relax."

"So, while the Central Plains may only be a province, to the Feng clique, its importance is no less than that of Wu and Yue before. Without this channel, he will face a situation where he cannot connect the head and tail, and will lose control over his subordinate troops!"

"I don't know whether it's important to him or not, but to me, Zhongyuan is quite important."

Xie Long held a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to glance at the clock behind him, ran to the phone and chuckled.

"They've been bombing for so long, it's time for us to have some meat."

As he spoke, the guy picked up the phone, the smile on his face froze instantly, and he gave the order in an extremely serious tone.

"All heavy artillery, howitzers, and rocket positions are ready. Strike two bases first to illuminate them!"

"Let them see what it means to blanket the enemy with artillery fire and carpet bombing. Our Independence Army will never use their poor tactics. Let's just bomb the highest ridgeline of Hill 231. I wonder which route they'll attack from tomorrow!"