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

Compared with the first set, the second set of plans appears to be more direct and decisive.

Its core strategy is to quickly assemble all the troops at its disposal, select Moshan as the final battlefield for this decisive battle, and engage in a life-and-death contest with the Independence Army.

If the coalition forces could manage to gain a slight advantage in this fierce battle, they could use this as a key stronghold and continue to advance towards the inland areas of the Central Plains while the iron is hot.

However, if after this bloody battle, they still cannot shake the rock-solid steps of the Independence Army, then there is only one way left for the coalition forces, to fight to the death!

Faced with these two completely different combat plans, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, the participants had different opinions and argued endlessly, and were unable to reach a consensus.

Before we knew it, the night deepened, and the originally quiet night sky was now dotted with dazzling stars.

At this moment, the relevant personnel in charge of logistics support brought some cakes and tea for the senior leaders to take a break and simply satisfy their hunger and thirst.

After all, this crucial military meeting has lasted for quite a long time since it began, and during this time, they have basically understood the entire situation of the war.

Not only that, everyone present has more or less a rough estimate of key factors such as the strength comparison between the enemy and us.

At this moment, the only problem that lies before them is the most difficult final decision. Should they act decisively and give it a try?

Or should we endure and retreat for the time being, conserve our strength and wait for another battle in the future?

Everything depends on whether this final decision is correct.

The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely solemn.

In the corner, Cao Xin and Wu Zhongwen were huddled together, holding dry bread in their hands, chewing on it while whispering about the results of the discussion that had just ended.

"Boss Cao, what exactly is Feng Yuxiang's attitude? If he can join us, our chances of winning will increase significantly!"

Wu Zhongwen tried to keep his voice as low as possible, fearing that others would hear such a confidential conversation between them.

At this moment, the war has entered a white-hot stage. Whether it is the coalition forces composed of various forces or the independent army that resists stubbornly, both sides are actually just relying on the last bit of remaining strength to hold on.

However, it must be admitted that the current situation of the Independence Army is slightly better in comparison.

They were united and worked together, and were superior to Cao Xin and his camp in every aspect, from equipment to logistical support.

It is also because of this that the independent army has been able to survive the baptism of war and remain standing, and its combat effectiveness has been rising like a rocket.

Facing such a powerful and tough opponent, Wu Zhongwen knew clearly in his mind that if no new reinforcements arrived on the battlefield in time to reinforce his side, it would be almost impossible to win this tough battle relying solely on their existing manpower and resources.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take another bite of the dry bread in his hand, looking at Cao Xin with a frown, expecting the other party to give a reassuring answer.

"What else could his attitude be? He's just playing Tai Chi with us!"

Cao Xin threw the bread in his hand heavily onto the table with an angry look on his face. His already haggard face looked even gloomier at this moment.

He raised his head slightly, and a bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips, as if all the helplessness and sorrow in the world were condensed in it.

"Alas... How unpredictable things are! Back in the day, we were so popular, surrounded by people and flattered wherever we went."

"But now? We've become a pile of shit that everyone avoids! No matter who sees us, they'll quickly cover their noses and avoid us as if they've seen the plague, for fear of being tainted by our bad luck. Who dares to actually get close to us?"

As Cao Xin spoke, he shook his head gently, his eyes full of loneliness and self-mockery.

"Things are completely different now!" Wu Zhongwen stared at Cao Xin's face, filled with sorrow and sadness, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable pain in his heart. He said indignantly, "Since Feng Yuxiang is so heartless and unsympathetic, there's no need for us to waste our energy seeking help from the Hedong Army!"

At this point, Wu Zhongwen's eyes widened in anger, and his voice unconsciously rose an octave.

"We, the old guys and our brothers, will fight Zhang Ye head-on! This decisive battle, whether we win or lose, will be the last one."

"Even if I die in battle on the Central Plains, I will have no regrets!"

Wu Zhongwen expressed his determination in a firm tone, and his resolute eyes revealed a courage to face death with indifference.

Hearing these words, Cao Xin's heart warmed, and his eyes welled up slightly. Deeply moved by Wu Zhongwen's resolute and fearless attitude, he lifted the wine glass in front of him with trembling hands, clinked it lightly with Wu Zhongwen's, and said with deep emotion, "Great minds think alike! We think alike."

"Yes, we've all lived to this age, and we've seen all sorts of storms and waves. If we stay in the Central Plains now, our Feng Clan might still have a chance of survival. If we choose to retreat to Qianhu Province, it would be like handing over the territory we worked so hard to conquer to Zhang Ye for nothing. Even if we manage to retain some strength, we'll probably never be able to hold our heads high in front of others again."

As Cao Xin spoke, he tilted his head back and drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp. The spicy taste went down his throat and burned into his heart.

He was right. If they stayed and continued to fight, they might be able to gain a glimmer of hope and chance of survival. If they fled without a fight and retreated in disgrace, the Feng clique would completely lose the chance to hold their heads up in front of the heroes of the world and would be humiliated.

By then, not only will other domestic forces sneer at them, look down on them, but the Eagle Sauce will also inevitably seize this opportunity to further accelerate the pace of withdrawal of investment, leaving the Feng faction in a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness, at the mercy of others.

Such an outcome was simply intolerable for the arrogant Cao Xin.

He would rather die in battle with great fanfare than live in disgrace, branded as a coward and incompetent. Such humiliation was more difficult for him to accept than death!