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

Late at night, everything is quiet, and there is silence on both sides of the railway. Even the chirping of insects is difficult to hear. This dead silence is creepy. Only the roar of the train passing by constantly hits people's eardrums, becoming the only sign of life in this dead world.

Zhang Ye stared quietly at the piece of land not far away that had just been harvested. The moonlight sprinkled on it, giving off a faint silver glow.

The night wind blew, and the ashes of burnt straw floated everywhere, as if telling the story of a past harvest.

Looking at this quiet and peaceful scene, the tension in Zhang Ye's heart gradually relaxed, and his mood also felt a little relieved.

At this moment, he had the idea of ​​retiring.

If it were a peaceful time, perhaps he would be able to plant a few acres of land, raise some chickens, ducks and geese, marry a wife and have a few children, and live his life like that.

"General, you are just worrying too much. If other forces were as powerful as you, they would have already started the unification project long ago."

On the empty car roof, Lu Shan was no longer as cautious as usual and talked softly.

"You always try to slow down your pace and avoid exacerbating the people's poverty. In reality, the people's suffering has little to do with the war. It's mainly because of the bad times and the bad ruling party."

"Only by cutting the Gordian knot and quickly pacifying all forces in the darkness can we usher in light more quickly."

"Ugh……"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye sighed softly and stared at the dark night scene on both sides of the railway tracks with a complicated expression.

"I'm giving them a chance, and I don't want to cause more casualties. Do you know what a huge chain reaction it would cause if a fight breaks out?"

"Let's not talk about anything else. Just for this Central Plains Campaign, we'll have to deploy over 200,000 troops. Counting the Feng faction and the Nationalist Army, that's 400,000 to 500,000 people fighting. The battlefield radiates over a 100 to 200 kilometers, and the casualties are innumerable."

"These are all Daxia's national defense forces. No matter who wins, it will be a good thing for certain foreign forces."

"They are all running dogs of foreigners, traitors, and worthless national defense forces."

Lu Shan took out a cigarette case and lit one for him, cursing in annoyance.

"If we allow those bastards to take power, Daxia will be doomed. It will only accelerate the process of becoming a foreign colony."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Lu Shan clenched his fists and muttered viciously.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have killed Jiang Xiansheng and Lu Yongxiang when I went to Shanghai."

"It's useless. If we kill one Jiang Xiansheng, there will be thousands more. There is no shortage of ambitious people in this world, and there are countless teams that want to take advantage of the chaos."

Zhang Ye exhaled a wisp of green smoke, with a faint smile on his face, and chatted.

"However, judging from the situation in the past few days, it has given me an inspiration."

"Since so many people want to rise in troubled times, why not take advantage of their wishes? What the foreigners can give, we can also give. Why not establish our own power?"

"So... you want to recruit those people?"

Lu Shan frowned, not quite understanding what he meant.

Establish your own power?

Giving them money and guns to support those ungrateful people? If that's the case, it's totally unnecessary. We'd better use that money to develop the province.

If you happen to meet someone who doesn't know what's good for him, it's possible that he'll wipe his mouth after eating or drinking, and then turn around and bite you back.

Taking all factors into consideration, there is no need to put any effort into this aspect. It would be faster to attack directly with force.

"Not these guys in front of me. They're already formed and can't be fed."

Zhang Ye leaned back and lay directly on the roof of the car, squinting his eyes and continued speaking.

"The terrain in the northwest and southwest is complex, and it's too difficult for external forces to enter. Relying on force to unify is not impossible, but the journey is too long and it will definitely not be possible in a short time."

"Moreover, judging by the intelligence we have, the situation over there is even more chaotic. Various small factions are popping up like mushrooms after rain. With just a few guns and a few dozen people, they can become kings and overlords. They fight each other every day, vying for territory."

"What I'm thinking of is to select a few similar forces, provide them with some resource support, and help them quickly unify the province and end the era of mountain lords."

"At worst, when the country is unified, we can just let them govern themselves within their provinces."

"This idea is really good, but as for the autonomy aspect, we still need to study it. I'm afraid it will take a long time..."

Lu Shan thought about it carefully and felt that this idea was only suitable for the current stage. If it were put into peacetime, the autonomous region might not be able to respond.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, he turned around and found that Zhang Ye, who was lying on the roof of the car, had closed his eyes and fallen into a short sleep.

Being able to fall asleep in such a situation means that you have really endured the hard work.

To prevent him from rolling over and falling off the roof while sleeping, Lu Shan quickly called over two guards to sit on both sides of the roof for support.

The train is going so fast and there are rocks and rails all around. If you fall off, you will be crippled if not dead, so you must not be careless at all.

……

Two hours later, the special train arrived at the junction of Huishan and Central Plains.

Zhang Ye, who was sleeping in a daze, suddenly woke up from his dream, rubbed his sore waist and sat up.

"Wake up, Marshal. Is your waist hurting? Why don't you go inside and get some more sleep?"

Lu Shan, who had been standing by, handed over a cup of warm tea and asked softly.

The boy didn't dare to sleep for even a minute. He held the teacup in his arms and waited for Zhang Ye to wake up.

They were almost reaching the Central Plains, and all the guards who were resting in the car got up and became more alert to prevent any accidents from happening.

"It's okay. How long have I been sleeping? Where am I now?"

Zhang Ye took the teacup and gulped down a few sips, then looked around with sleepy eyes, trying to see the surroundings clearly.

"Less than two hours."

Lu Shan glanced at his watch and reported.

"We have now passed Yaodu and are about to reach the Zhongyuan and Huishan defense lines."

"So fast?"

Zhang Ye widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect that two hours had passed just when he closed his eyes and lay down for a while.

"Okay, let's go and do some serious research."

Seeing that they were about to enter the Central Plains, Zhang Ye stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and walked along the roof of the car towards the connection between the carriages.

After taking just two steps, he paused again, looked at the moving shadow in the dim night in front of him, and asked.

"what is that?"

"What?" Lu Shan didn't react for a moment. He looked in the direction of his finger and saw several black shadows moving back and forth in the dim night.

"Turn on the searchlight and see what's going on!"

"Yes!"

The guard on duty in the rear compartment quickly turned on the large searchlight on the roof.

In an instant, an extremely dazzling light pierced through the endless darkness like lightning, shooting straight towards the mysterious black shadow and accurately locking onto it.

Zhang Ye, who had been standing there watching, finally saw the true face of the black shadow.

On the desolate and lonely land, several shirtless civilians carrying tattered bags were locked in by the lights. They immediately knelt on the ground with fear on their faces and dared not move, for fear that they would be misunderstood and shot by the other party.