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

"Prepare for a comeback telegram. Let's take advantage of this favorable situation and announce the return of the Duan faction!"

Seeing that the Fengbei Army had successfully evacuated, Duan Tianlin, in a good mood, no longer had any scruples and couldn't wait to announce to the world that he, Old Duan, was back.

The past six months in Tianjin have been very tiring for him. He has been monitored by various secret services every day and even faced suspicion from foreigners.

Today, he will have to pay back for the shame of the past and must return to the capital to continue to hold power in the Duan faction!

"I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate to announce it at this time..."

Xu Zhenlin, who had just returned to Tianjin, looked hesitant and made the suggestion with some hesitation.

"Why don't we wait until the Central Plains war is over before we study this matter..."

This old fellow knows his own business and knows his own business well. He is well aware that the Duan faction has a very bad reputation now, and the first to bear the brunt of it is Xu Zhenlin, who is like a rat crossing the street, and is beaten by everyone.

If they announce their comeback at this juncture, I'm afraid the people's saliva will drown them.

After all, the flood north of Wulin is still under rescue, and everyone is feeling angry and has nowhere to vent.

"Don't worry, it's a mess right now, no one would dare to cause trouble at this time!"

Duan Tianlin, who couldn't wait any longer, ignored other people's advice and insisted on making the announcement today.

The Fengbei Army withdrew, and the capital city had been occupied by a 100,000-strong army from the northern border. Seeing that he was about to return to the imperial city, how could he give up this opportunity to show off his strength?

This time, everyone must know that Old Duan is old, but not dead!

In this world, he can still fight again!

……

At twelve o'clock that night, the night was already deep, and the warm evening breeze blew across the scorched earth, stirring up the noise and bloody atmosphere left on the battlefield.

In the Central Plains battlefield, south of Yudu, in a small ravine not far from Sun Chuanfang's headquarters, Zhang Ye personally led his team to lie in the wild, looking at the position ahead.

At this moment, he was surrounded by security forces, and Lu Shan was scanning the surrounding environment like a hawk, while being on guard, he kept muttering with dissatisfaction.

"Let's fight. Why are you, a commander-in-chief, personally going to the front lines to cause trouble? There are guns and bullets everywhere. What if something unexpected happens?"

"Babble babble babble..."

Zhang Ye put down the telescope, gave him a fierce look and warned him.

"You've been nagging me all along the way, why are you talking so much nonsense? Shut up right now! If you dare say another word, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

"Sew, sew, that's all I know. If you can sew up my dermatitis, sew it up for me too!"

Lu Shan, who had been suppressed to the extreme by the surrounding environment, did not tolerate his faults at all. He stared at him with red eyes and continued to urge him.

"Look carefully, there is nothing worth observing about these guys."

"Shh~~~"

Zhang Ye turned around and made a gesture to silence him, then snatched the submachine gun from the guard's hand and gestured with a nod.

"There are only two battalions on the opposite side. If we can carve a hole here, we'll have a chance to break through their defenses tonight."

“What’s going on?!”

Lu Shan, who had been rolling his eyes the previous second, screamed as if someone had stepped on his tail after hearing this, and his face was distorted with fear.

I thought this "master" just came here to take a look, but he actually wants to go into battle and open fire. He is so bold, he can't be so deceiving!

"Shut up, what the hell!"

Zhang Ye was startled by his sudden shout, and immediately reached out to cover his mouth, speaking in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"Today is a golden opportunity. Once the Nationalist Army arrives tomorrow morning, it will be difficult to capture this position."

He originally wanted to observe the front line, but he didn't expect the other side to be so unvigilant that they could get under his nose.

Now that I'm here and my current position is so good, it would be a shame if I don't take advantage of it.

"Marshal, I'll listen to whatever you say, but today's matter is definitely not acceptable."

Lu Shan broke free from his arms and tried to persuade him urgently.

"We only brought one company out today, and the enemy has more than a thousand people. A tenfold difference is really not a big deal."

"What's so hard about it? We can charge in the middle of the night. We don't know how many people are on the other side. Trust me, there will be no problem."

Zhang Ye was very determined. He pulled the bolt skillfully and began to check his weapons and equipment.

Although he had never fought in a serious battle, he practiced frequently and his marksmanship was no worse than that of an ordinary soldier.

It was currently midnight, and there were only a few people standing guard in the enemy camp, as most of them had already fallen asleep. Under such convenient conditions, he would not dare to fight even if the difference in troop strength was twenty times, let alone ten times.

Besides, the independent army position was not far behind them. As long as gunshots were heard here, support would arrive in half an hour at most. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"Well, will you listen to my arrangements?"

Seeing that he refused to listen and insisted on fighting, Lu Shan had no choice but to change his strategy, hold down the gun and beg.

"I'll lead the charge, and you just stay here and watch. It's just two battalions, I can handle it!"

"Go play over there."

Zhang Ye, who was already prepared, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He took the two magazines handed to him by the guard beside him, took the lead in digging out the mound, checked it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he waved and greeted him.

"Brothers, follow me, walk lightly and move forward step by step!"

"Oh shit!"

Lu Shan closed his eyes, looking hopeless and as if the sky was falling.

Before today, he felt that Zhang Ye was definitely a qualified leader, although he could be a bit sentimental and impulsive at times.

But overall, his results and performance are still very good.

Until just now, until the moment he climbed out of the mound and led his men forward, Lu Shan finally understood what it meant for a man to remain a boy until his death!

No matter how great his achievements were or how high his status was, he would never change his mischievous nature until his death.

The commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Independent Army, the leader of an army of 800,000, and the helmsman of the three provinces of East Shandong!

He is a leader of the younger generation who carries the expectations of hundreds of millions of people and shoulders the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Daxia.

He was like a fool, holding a gun and charging into battle.

Regardless of whether the next battle will be won or lost, the fact that the Marshal took the lead in charging into the battle, once it was reported back to the headquarters and reached the ears of the five corps commanders, Lu Shan's spine would be broken by them.

The commander of the Guard Division, with 50,000 or 60,000 troops under his command, can't stop Zhang Ye. What's the difference between him and a good-for-nothing!

"Commander, what should we do? Should we tie up the Marshal?"

At the critical moment, a guard came up to Lu Shan and made a suggestion.

"What the hell were you doing earlier? Why didn't you tie it up just now?"

Lu Shan kicked him angrily, then snatched the submachine gun and rushed forward with his back bent.

"Send a message to the garrison at the rear, asking them to come and support us immediately!"