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

Mo Wenshan fled in a hurry. He looked a little embarrassed, holding the extremely rare yellow croaker tightly in his hand, as if it was his last straw.

He didn't even dare to look back, for fear that someone would catch up and block his way.

In this way, he rode on the dilapidated boat and gradually disappeared on the distant sea.

Qin Fan slowly walked out of the operations room with a faint smile on his face. He looked in the direction Mo Wenshan left and couldn't help but teasingly said, "It's a shame that he just took away a yellow croaker weighing over 30 kilograms!"

Zhang Ye, who was standing aside, heard this, his eyes still fixed on the mirror-like calm sea, as if he was thinking about something important.

After a while, he turned around and asked thoughtfully, "The Fengbei Army is just a few dilapidated fishing boats, yet they still want to divide the sea? Isn't this just wishful thinking?"

After hearing this, Qin Fan instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Zhang Ye's words. He put away his smile, his expression becoming serious and resolute. He replied without hesitation, "Humph! They have a nice idea!"

"Given the current situation, all of our Great Xia Nation's offshore areas are under the jurisdiction and rule of our independent army. This is an undeniable fact that no one can change!"

"If it weren't for the fact that there's some friendship between the two sides, and if we weren't concerned about each other's reputation, those small, shabby fishing boats should have been expelled from the relevant waters long ago! How could they be allowed to show off their power here?"

"Hmph, face?" Hearing this, Zhang Ye couldn't help but snort coldly, glancing at Qin Fan standing behind him, his words full of questioning and dissatisfaction: "When it comes to territorial issues, what face are you talking about with me? It's simply ridiculous!"

Qin Fan suddenly raised his head, his eyes firm and resolute. Without hesitation, he loudly replied, "General, rest assured! Once this mission is successfully completed, the warships I lead will go all out to completely wipe out all the ships in the offshore area! We will not leave any hidden dangers behind!"

Faced with Qin Fan's firm statement, Zhang Ye didn't say anything more.

However, from his expression, which was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, it was not difficult for others to see that he regarded this sea area and the related sovereignty issues as more important than anything else.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can completely understand Zhang Ye’s mood at the moment.

You know, in order to build these two powerful fleets that are well-equipped, well-trained and fully staffed, the Independence Army has invested a lot of effort and massive resources!

Looking across the entire country of Daxia, only their army possesses such a large and advanced naval combat force.

If we cannot even achieve true unification of our own territorial waters, then wouldn’t all the huge amounts of money spent before be wasted?

Obviously, no one wants to see such a result.

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The next morning, the sun shone on the port of Ongjin, the sea was sparkling, and the breeze gently caressed people's faces.

However, the cold air did not stop the enthusiasm and steps of many rebel generals.

They arrived here early in the morning, waiting for the arrival of Zhang Ye and his group with excitement and nervousness.

Among the crowd, the most conspicuous person is Jin Zaishan, who is over 60 years old but still energetic.

Although he was over sixty years old, he was not afraid of the cold at all. Wearing a black mink coat, he stood firmly at the front of the team like an indestructible fortress.

Next to Kim Jae-san was Kim Jun-ri, the key representative of the meeting.

If it weren't for him acting as a middleman, the resistance army would probably still be huddled in the remote mountain valleys, silently enduring the bullying and oppression from the invaders from the Sakura Country.

It can be said that Jin Junli was the key link that made this meeting possible.

At this time, there was less than half an hour left until the time agreed by both parties.

The entire port area was already crowded with rebel soldiers who were ready for battle.

They marched in neat and powerful steps, armed with weapons, patrolling back and forth, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any suspicious signs.

Everyone knew that this meeting was of great significance to the resistance, and not even the slightest accident was allowed to occur.

In order to ensure that everything was foolproof, Jin Zaishan spared no effort and moved out all his precious belongings from the bottom of his box.

Even the machine gun company originally deployed on the front line was urgently recalled just to provide the most stringent protection for Zhang Ye and his team.

After all, in this land that belongs to them, the distinguished guests must not be allowed to encounter any danger.

"Dad, why don't you go into the house and rest for a while?" Jin Junli raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, then turned slightly, leaned close to his father Jin Zaishan's ear, and reminded him softly in a low voice.

At this moment, there was still no trace of the huge figure of the Second Fleet on the sea.

You know, Silla is now in the coldest season, and the biting cold wind is like a knife that hurts people's faces.

The old man in front of me is already over sixty years old. If he stays in this snowy and icy place for a long time, and accidentally gets sick from the cold, it would be a waste!

However, facing his son's concern, Jin Zaishan just shook his head gently and muttered, "It's okay. Do you really think your father is old?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his palms, which had long been red from the cold wind, vigorously, staring at the turbulent sea with a serious look, and muttered to himself: "Zhang Ye would actually choose to visit our Silla for the first time at such a critical moment. In my opinion, he must have some ulterior motive for coming here this time."

Hearing his father's words, Jin Junli couldn't help but frown slightly, nodded thoughtfully and replied: "Well, it's really hard to say. To be honest, as for Zhang Ye, even I still can't figure out what he is thinking..."

At this moment, the secretary beside him hurried forward and handed a thick military coat to Jin Junli.

Jin Junli took the military coat, gently unfolded it, and draped it over his father, Jin Zaishan. He forced a seemingly relaxed smile and said soothingly, "But don't worry too much, Dad. No matter what Zhang Ye's purpose is, as long as he can continue to provide us with sufficient military support as before, then everything else won't be a big deal!"

"We are too weak now and have no right to negotiate. You have seen the current situation. Apart from the Independence Army, who else in the surrounding countries can provide us with assistance?"