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

"The upper and lower levels are in collusion with each other. Some officers resell arms and equipment for personal gain, completely disregarding military discipline. Every night, they open the door wide and let go of deserters who should have been punished as long as the equipment is handed over!" Wu Zhongwen said angrily.

His eyes widened, his face filled with anger and disbelief. "I've seen petty thefts before, but this is the first time I've ever encountered such brazen and unscrupulous behavior!"

At this moment, Wu Zhongwen no longer cared whether this would completely break off his relationship with others. After all, things had come to this point, and if he retreated, wouldn't he appear too cowardly and incompetent?

So he simply straightened his back and continued his righteous criticism: "Such a team with lax military discipline and corruption still dream of winning on the battlefield. This is nothing short of wishful thinking! How can such a rabble shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the Central Plains!"

"Hmph, so we are the National Army's fault for all the defeats we've been fighting for so long?" Zhang Kui was so angry that his face turned ashen, and veins popped out on his forehead. He slammed the table and stood up suddenly, glaring at Wu Zhongwen across from him and shouting, "I came all the way from Guangzhou to support you, but I didn't let you come here to put on airs and tell me what to do! I'm telling you, stop acting like a big shot here, and don't even think about telling me how to do things!"

Zhang Kui gritted his teeth, pointed at his nose, and continued to roar: "If we can fight this battle, we will fight well. If we really can't continue, I will withdraw my troops immediately! Anyway, the Central Plains is not our territory. Even if we lose it, what does it have to do with us? The worst that can happen is that we can just pat our butts and leave!"

Hearing this, Wu Zhongwen was not willing to be outdone. He also straightened his body, pointed at the gate, and retorted mercilessly: "Okay, in that case, then you should retreat quickly!"

"But I have to remind you that it's not so easy to get those 200 million from the foreigners."

"In this battle, Xu Zhenlin has taken away 50,000 to 60,000 troops from the Fujian government. If we lose the Central Plains again, I'd like to see how you will explain it to the foreigners!"

Zhang Kui was so overwhelmed with anger that he couldn't think of anything else. He snorted coldly and gritted his teeth.

"Then we'll just wait and see who will have the last laugh in the end!"

After saying that, he turned around without looking back and pretended to give the order to withdraw the troops, wanting to escape from this place that made him feel extremely miserable as soon as possible.

By now the National Army has suffered enough losses. Not only is the Feng clique not grateful, but they are also trying to put the blame on them. How shameless they are!

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The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out like raindrops. Immediately afterwards, a panicked staff officer came running in from outside, so fast that his figure was almost invisible.

Before he even stepped into the house, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Cao is here!"

The sound was so loud, like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the original tranquility in the house.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhongwen, who had his back to the door, turned around suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

His eyes quickly swept across the room and lingered briefly on Zhang Kui, who was sulking alone, but only for a moment. He then quickened his pace without hesitation and ran out to greet him.

At the same time, Cao Xin and others, who were thousands of miles away, finally arrived at the Central Plains battlefield after going through many twists and turns and hardships.

Although they were dusty and exhausted along the way, they had only one firm belief in their hearts: to recapture the lost base.

At this time, Cao Xinxin didn't even have the thought of taking a breath and resting. He led everyone to the coalition headquarters without stopping, and couldn't wait to gather the troops scattered everywhere to start this final decisive battle that would determine life and death.

Recalling the previous experience in Hedong, although Feng Yuxiang appeared to be warm and considerate to these defeated generals and treated them with courtesy, anyone with a little insight could easily notice the subtle changes.

Especially the senior generals of the Hedong Army, the respect and awe in their eyes when they looked at Cao Xin and others no longer existed.

Even though these people did not show obvious disrespect in their words or actions, whenever Cao Xin inadvertently caught their expressions of secretly looking at him and laughing secretly, his heart would ache as if being pricked by needles.

This silent ridicule and contempt was like a sharp dagger, ruthlessly stabbing his proud and sensitive heart.

In order to defend the supreme dignity of the Feng family, and more importantly, to maintain his own dignity as the commander-in-chief of the army and the face of the soldiers behind him, Cao Xin made the decision without hesitation and rushed to the Central Plains battlefield in person!

At this moment, Cao Xin knew that this trip was a life-or-death journey, but he had no way out.

This will be a life-and-death battle, where success means death.

Even if he eventually died on the battlefield, he would have no regrets and would willingly accept such an outcome.

Because for him, personal life and death have long been disregarded, and only victory and honor are eternal pursuits.

The night enveloped the earth in the silence. Wu Zhongwen, who had just run out, looked over from afar and his eyes were immediately attracted by Cao Xin in the crowd. He saw that his face was extremely haggard, as if he had experienced a serious illness.

His originally neat and clean face was now covered with stubble, looking completely disfigured.

If you look closely, you can even see that his eyes are bloodshot, revealing deep fatigue and helplessness.

All in all, they haven't seen each other for more than half a month.

During this period of time, he has always felt that his condition is very sluggish, and he is on the verge of extreme fatigue both physically and mentally.

However, when he saw Cao Xin, he was shocked to realize that there were people whose situation was even worse than his.

Wu Zhongwen quickly walked to the front of the crowd and stopped Cao Xin and the others. "Mr. Cao, why are you here at this time? The situation here is too complicated. Why don't you go to Qianhu Province to rest for a few days? It won't be too late to make plans once the situation here stabilizes a little."

Hearing this, Cao Xin's thin face looked even more haggard, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"Now, I have nothing to worry about. Only by being surrounded by the sound of gunfire can I find a sense of peace."

Then, he gently patted Wu Zhongwen's shoulder, his tone gentle and steady: "I know the situation here very well. Thank you for your hard work these days!"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Despite suffering successive defeats on the battlefield in the Central Plains, Cao Xin not only had no complaints, but he even took the initiative to comfort Wu Zhongwen.

This sudden action made Wu Zhongwen, who was already feeling guilty, even more speechless.

A scholar dies for a confidant!

For Wu Zhongwen now, Cao Xin's words are worth more than thousands of troops!