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

Fan Yongyi still left this world, just as he had claimed, his life ended at the division headquarters, and he fell forever on the position he had defended.

For a man of his staunch character, dying on the battlefield wrapped in his horse's hide is the most ideal outcome.

In this way, at least he can live up to his passionate and loyal heart, and it is also enough to comfort the souls of his comrades who have died heroically.

Cao Xin, who was far away at the Feng faction's Moshan headquarters, felt as if his soul had been sucked out of him after learning the sad news that Fan Yongyi had committed suicide.

He walked out of the room alone and silently, slowly raised his head and looked up at the vast night sky.

The stars twinkled in the sky, but at this moment they could not illuminate the haze and confusion in Cao Xin's heart.

Time passed minute by minute, and Cao Xin stood there quietly, as motionless as a sculpture, without making any sound for a long time.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Cao Xin's mind.

Especially when he witnessed the soldiers with dull expressions and bodies covered with scars, a strong sense of shock surged into his heart like a surging tide, making him deeply aware that some things in reality were far beyond his original imagination, and their cruelty was simply outrageous, and the pain and grief he felt was beyond words.

In order to satisfy his own selfish desires and maintain his illusory dignity and face, the Feng faction dispatched hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the Central Plains, and stepped into this bloody battlefield that was like a giant meat grinder without hesitation.

To this day, this protracted battle continues. More than 100,000 brave and fearless soldiers have unfortunately died on the battlefield, and millions of innocent people have been ruthlessly destroyed by the war.

They lost their warm homes and were forced to live a miserable life of hunger and wandering.

Is all this correct?

In Cao Xin's slightly narrowed eyes, a light of pain and torment flickered faintly.

His heart has been consumed by endless self-blame and regret, and he has fallen into a bottomless dark vortex, unable to extricate himself.

Fan Yongyi's heroic sacrifice hit his heart like a heavy hammer, bringing him great shock and deep touch.

He began to reflect on whether the decision he had made before was correct. If he had made a different choice or adopted a different strategy, could he have avoided such a tragic situation?

However, now that things have come to this, no amount of regret or self-blame seems to be of any use...

"General Cao, according to the battle reports from the front, the Independence Army has captured the western front and is advancing towards us at a rapid speed. The situation is currently tense. Do you think we should transfer some troops from other places to reinforce and consolidate the western defense line?"

Not long after, Wu Zhongwen hurried out of the house and reported the battle situation on the front line to Cao Xin with a serious expression.

This fierce battle continues to this day, and both sides have paid a heavy price.

In fact, at this moment, the effect of plugging the gap in the defense line is minimal.

The defeat was like a heavy mountain, weighing mercilessly on everyone's heart.

Even if we dispatch troops to support at this moment, it will probably only slightly slow down the enemy's offensive, and doing so will only cause more soldiers to die in vain.

Cao Xin stood quietly there, his weather-beaten face revealing a deep sense of helplessness and fatigue.

After a long time, he slowly turned around, looked into the distance with empty eyes, and spoke softly in an almost desperate tone.

"Pass on my order, inform all troops...give up resistance!"

As these heartbreaking words came out of his mouth, it was as if an invisible force instantly drained away all his energy and spirit. Even his eyes, which had originally sparkled with a glimmer of hope, now completely dimmed.

Once upon a time, the Feng army was so majestic and famous. However, now, their glorious era has finally come to an end.

The glory and splendor of the past, just like their aging bodies, no matter how powerful they were, will inevitably be buried by time and become a tiny speck of dust in the long river of history.

"Give up!?" Upon hearing this, Wu Zhongwen's eyes suddenly changed, his face solemn and he hurriedly persuaded.

"Boss Cao, it's not the last moment yet, why give up? We don't necessarily have to lose!"

"The Central Plains battlefield has been fought for so long, and we have invested hundreds of thousands of people. The casualties alone are over 100,000. If we give up now, how can we explain to those brothers who died in battle?"

"Old Wu!" Cao Xin suddenly raised his voice, his wrinkled face full of helplessness and reluctance, and said in a deep voice.

"Things have come to this point. Continuing the fight will only result in more deaths. Whether we admit it or not, the facts are before us."

"I lost, I lost, I admit it!"

"Why should I admit it? I don't admit it!!" Wu Zhongwen was very excited, with red eyes and roaring hysterically.

The senior executives who were still in a meeting in the room heard his roar and hurried out to try to stop the fight.

"Lao Cao! We have known each other for so many years. Publicly, you are my immediate superior, and privately, you are my elder brother and close friend!"

Wu Zhongwen stared at the figure in front of him that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, tears welling up in his eyes, as if they would burst out at any time.

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We've been through so many ups and downs over the years, what kind of storms haven't we seen? We've faced the flash of swords, the rain of bullets, and the licking of blood on the tip of a knife without even a frown! Why are you afraid today?"

"I'm afraid? What a joke!" Cao Xin felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at Wu Zhongwen, who was almost crazy and had completely lost his usual calm demeanor. But at the same time, his emotions erupted like a volcano.

"If I were truly afraid of death, I wouldn't have come all the way to the Central Plains! If I were afraid of death, how could I dare to engage in this life-and-death battle with Zhang Ye?!"

At this moment, the air around seemed to be frozen, heavy and depressing.

Cao Xin pointed his finger at the soldiers standing upright outside the door, performing their guard duties.

His face was filled with grief and he continued speaking with a slightly trembling voice.

"Today's events are a foregone conclusion. My life, Cao Xin, has been worth it. I've experienced great wealth and honor, ups and downs. Even if you chop off my head right now, I won't blink an eye! But what about these soldiers? What should they do? Knowing that there's a huge pit ahead, a dead end with no return, are we going to watch them die?"

"Zhang Kui was defeated and retreated. Now we have no chance of turning the tide. Forget it, leave a way for these young children to survive!"