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

"Mr. President, now is not the time to get angry. We should find a way to support the Central Plains battlefield as soon as possible."

Lowell is well aware that the current situation is gradually sliding towards the edge of being out of control. If effective measures are not taken in time to control it, the consequences will be disastrous.

At this moment, stabilizing the National Army has become a vital task.

Only by allowing these soldiers to garrison in the Central Plains honestly and continue to participate in the battle can more opportunities and advantages be gained for the Eagle Sauce side.

After all, the Qizhou Station explosion that occurred the day before yesterday had already dealt a heavy blow to the Independence Army.

It successfully slowed down their offensive pace, forcing them to readjust their strategic deployment, and also caused their logistical support to be temporarily vacant, seriously hindering the supply of materials.

Right now, this game has entered the most critical moment. Both sides are secretly competing with each other. Any small decision-making error or impulsive behavior may have a profound impact on the entire battle situation.

Therefore, Lowell warned himself not to be swayed by emotions, but to maintain a clear head and calm judgment to ensure that every action could accurately push the situation in a direction that was beneficial to him.

"call……"

The Vice President let out a long breath, forced himself to calm down instantly, leaned against the corner of the table and thought for a moment before giving the order.

"When we signed the air navigation agreement with White Elephant some time ago, did we conduct a weapons and equipment transaction?"

"Arrange for someone to send a telegram to King Baixiang, asking him to first transport the equipment to the border of Daxia and have the National Army find a way to receive it."

"Yes, there is such a thing, but I'm afraid it's too late."

Rowell said with an embarrassed look on his face.

There is an uncontrolled area between Baixiang and the border of Daxia. It would be impossible to transport this batch of supplies smoothly without half a month.

He was afraid that the National Army could not wait that long.

"This is the only solution now. The sea near Daxia is controlled by the Independence Army. Even if we borrow troops from Sakura Country, it will be difficult to cross that sea area."

The Vice President said helplessly.

He still hasn't figured out who Zhang Ye is and how he could build warships with such a backward industrial base in Daxia.

Is he really a wizard proficient in magic as the local newspapers in the United States say?

……

Three days later, the battle in Zhili Province was nearing its end. The moment the tank guards arrived, the First Corps no longer had any shortcomings. Using the mobility of the mechanized troops, it overthrew multiple positions of the Feng faction in the blink of an eye.

The Feng soldiers, who had been through many battles, saw that their positions could not stop the enemy's attack at all. Even the glimmer of hope they had fought for with their lives was firmly blocked by the tank shield, and could no longer cause any damage to the enemy.

For a time, fear and despair spread rapidly in the camp. The remnants of Feng's army in Zhili Province were like rats forced into a corner, with no way to retreat.

Bang!

Hedong Province, the temporary base of the Feng faction.

Cao Xin slammed his fist on the conference table, his old face covered with dense wrinkles, and said angrily.

"We keep retreating. There's no point in holding on to Zhili Province anymore. If we keep fighting, I'm afraid not even a hair will be left of our last 40,000 men!"

"Thirty thousand people would be good now."

On the side, Cao Zheng's eyes were filled with sorrow, and a look of dejection emerged. He tapped the table lightly and said.

"Since last night, deserters have appeared in various camps, all heading east towards Hedong and the capital. If this continues, even without the Independence Army's attack, these people will all be gone!"

"In the final analysis, it's all because of that bastard Duan Tianlin who's so dishonest. We agreed to be allies, but as soon as the Fengbei Army withdrew, they occupied the capital and refused to move. They have no intention of resisting the Independence Army at all!"

One staff officer was so angry that his teeth were about to break, and he threw the question to Cao Xin in front of everyone.

"Boss Cao, we brothers have been loyal and devoted to you for so many years. Whether it's you or the late Boss Feng, as long as the order is given, we will fight wherever it is directed!"

"You better tell me the truth today. What on earth is going on?"

"What's going on? The situation is right in front of you, can't you see it?!"

Without waiting for Cao Xin to speak, Cao Zheng slammed the table and glared at the staff officer, venting his anger without any scruples.

"When we won the battle, we enjoyed delicious food, drinks, and women. Which of these did I not bring with me?"

"Now that we've encountered some difficulties, you're already complaining and questioning Mr. Cao in public. You have absolutely no manners at all and you think you're the boss!"

"shut up!"

Unexpectedly, the staff officer, who was already furious, no longer cared about his official rank or position, and pointed directly at Cao Zheng's nose and scolded him.

"A guy who relies on nepotism to get to the top is not worthy of talking to me!"

Perhaps he had already prepared himself to be punished, so the staff officer vented all the dissatisfaction that had accumulated over the years in front of everyone.

"Last year, during the war against Wuyue, you, a deputy commander-in-chief, secretly slipped back to Zhili Province to celebrate the New Year, causing the position to be lost and the entire Wuyue to fall into the hands of the Independence Army. If it had happened to someone else, they would have been shot long ago!"

"Today, let's be frank and speak frankly. Let's lay things out in the open and discuss them one by one!"

In the huge conference room, more than 30 senior military officers of the Feng faction were surprisingly quiet. Everyone sat in their seats, staring coldly at the staff officer, and no one stood up to stop him.

From this point, we can see that everyone’s dissatisfaction has been going on for a long time, but they have not found a suitable opportunity to vent it.

"Boss Cao, I want to ask you today, what exactly is the cooperation with the Duan faction about? Why aren't they attacking the Independence Army?"

blah blah...

Cao Xin had been facing away from the crowd. He waited until the room became quiet before he gently moved back and looked at those familiar yet cold faces.

To be honest, deep down, he could feel that everyone was very tired. This battle that spread across half of the summer had worn them down both physically and mentally, and their energy was drained.

He himself is in this state, even more intense and disgusting than others.

But he couldn't say it, and he couldn't let it go.

Because he knew clearly that the Feng Group was now a tattered ship that was swaying in the wind and rain and could fall apart at any moment.

If he, the helmsman, collapses first at this critical moment, then everyone on the boat, including those under the boat and in the water, will be unable to escape and will all be finished!