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

"Everyone!"

Wu Zhongwen suddenly turned around and raised his voice sharply. His voice was like a loud bell, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

He had a firm expression, and his eyes revealed determination and courage.

Now that this important decision has been made, there is no need to hesitate.

Moving forward quickly and taking decisive action are the most urgent things to do now.

"Since its founding, the Feng Clan has fought hundreds of fierce battles, both large and small. Even today, I can say without exaggeration that some of the brilliant achievements and astonishing records we've created remain unsurpassed!"

Wu Zhongwen spoke loudly and passionately.

At this moment, in this spacious and huge command center, everyone looked at Wu Zhongwen at the same time.

Everyone seemed to be deeply attracted by the powerful aura he exuded at this moment, and the whole room was silent for a moment.

Indeed, looking back over the past few years, the Feng family has experienced many ups and downs along the way, but has never fallen.

No matter how difficult and dangerous the battle situation was, or how powerful and ferocious the enemy was, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

As for the generals present here, although the years have carved traces on their faces and made them no longer as vigorous as they were in their youth, the beating hot hearts in their chests still burn like a raging fire.

"Back when the Central Plains Campaign first began, Zhang Ye publicly declared more than once that the Independence Army would be able to successfully capture the Central Plains region within ten days at most!"

Having said that, Wu Zhongwen paused slightly and glanced at the faces of everyone present.

Thinking back on everything he had experienced during this period, a barely perceptible glint of pride suddenly flashed in his red eyes.

"It's been over a month since the war began, and yet, that guy's arrogant goal has ultimately not been achieved."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and then continued in a decisive tone.

"Now, the situation is becoming increasingly urgent, and we are running out of time. This decisive battle is inevitable. Since it is unavoidable, let's just go all out and fight! This battle must not only be vigorous and spectacular, but also showcase the majestic momentum of the Feng Clan, so that everyone in the world can see the heroic spirit of us old guys back then!"

In the quiet conference room, Wu Zhongwen delivered his speech passionately.

His words were like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly igniting the long-hidden passion in the hearts of those veterans who had been through many battles.

Before Wu Zhongwen even finished speaking, a burst of intense response erupted from all around.

I only heard someone shouting loudly.

"When a man dies, the birds fly to the sky. He who lives on will live forever! What are we afraid of? Let's do it! I've fought all my life and have encountered all kinds of enemies. How could I be afraid of a child who is still wet behind the ears?"

Then another person chimed in, "That's right! Let's get ready for a real fight! If I lose, I won't regret it. You can kill me or chop me up as you please. Anyway, he can have my head!"

In the center of the crowd, one of the oldest veterans of the Feng faction, his eyes wide with anger, shouted, "Retreat? When have we ever retreated? Think back to when we conquered six provinces, have we ever seen anyone from the Feng faction deserting the battlefield? Today is no different. Fight him to the death! Even if I die, it doesn't matter. The worst that can happen is that my old bones will be buried forever in this land of the Central Plains!"

At this time, these veterans, who had already been fully aroused by Wu Zhongwen's words, seemed extremely excited.

They rushed to volunteer, expressing their willingness to go to the battlefield and take the lead, and they had to meet the legendary Independence Army in person.

They wanted to see whether the members of the Independence Army had supernatural powers and whether they really had the ability to run over their corpses!

In such a tense and chaotic scene, Cao Xin, who had been silent and waiting for an opportunity, suddenly began to burn the fire that had been dormant in his heart for a long time, as if the long-awaited moment of revival had come.

He stared at the noisy crowd in front of him with a sharp gaze, and without hesitation, he pushed through the dense wall of people around him, then shouted at the top of his voice:

"Brothers! I completely empathize with how you're feeling right now! We all share a common goal and are united as one. This is truly a great thing!"

"However, please, for the moment, suppress your impatience and impulsiveness. Can you please be patient? We must fight this battle, but how we should fight it and what tactics and strategies we should adopt require us to calm down and discuss them carefully!"

Cao Xin paused briefly, then raised his voice and added, "I can solemnly promise everyone that everyone will have a chance to make their mark in this operation! So, please don't be impatient. As long as we work together, there's nothing we can't overcome!"

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In Fengbei, the atmosphere in the Marshal's Mansion was suffocatingly tense.

There was a crisp "crash" sound, and those exquisite glassware and teacups and tea sets fell to the ground like fragile flowers, and instantly turned into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, Old Zhang, who was very angry, had a dark face, veins bulging on his forehead, and his angry eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, like an angry lion, grabbed the valuable inkstone on the table, and smashed it hard on the hard ground without hesitation!

With a dull thud, the inkstone shattered into several pieces in an instant. The flying debris drew arcs in the air and fell down weakly.

The thousands of dollars that this inkstone represented vanished into thin air in Lao Zhang's fury...

"What a bastard, what a bastard!"

Old Zhang, who was furious, turned around a few times with his hands on his hips and shouted angrily.

"Come here, draw up an order to remove Zhang Liuzi from his position as brigade commander of the Guard Brigade and send people to Donglu to recapture him!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zuoxiang, who was sitting aside, immediately stopped the adjutant with an embarrassed look on his face, waved his hand at him, and signaled him to go out first and not to pay attention to Lao Zhang's orders.

You can be angry, but there's no need to get to the point of getting fired.

"Hey, Marshal, calm down. He's just a child. Why are you angry with him?"

"Child? You're already a brigade commander, and you still think of yourself as a child?" Old Zhang was very emotionally unstable, slamming the table and cursing angrily.

"You little bastard, you're so lawless and unruly. You must teach him a lesson this time."

The news that Zhang Liuzi had secretly left the military camp and sneaked to Donglu was finally heard by Old Zhang after layers of concealment and lies.

When Mr. Zhang heard that his son had sneaked out to play, he was so angry that he wanted to smash the entire study to vent his anger.

The son of Zhang Zuolin, the commander of the Guard Brigade, left his unit without even saying hello and went out to play quietly.

Such a ridiculous and naughty behavior is really hard for Lao Zhang to accept. He feels that his entire life's reputation has been ruined by this little bastard.