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

"So, even if he has the capital, he may not be able to sit firmly on the throne, but if he loses Wu Yue, it will be difficult for him to enter the capital again in the future!"

Marshal Zhang had a very sharp eye and saw through Cao Xin's little thoughts at a glance.

In fact, this matter was a helpless move for the Feng family.

After all, for many years, most of their financial funds were drawn from Wu Yue.

If he lost the fat piece of meat Wu Yue, not to mention the so-called dragon throne and power, Cao Xin would probably not be able to afford the military expenses alone.

Therefore, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and protect his own purse, he had to try his best and find ways to take Wu Yue back.

Only in this way can he ensure that his army has sufficient financial support to maintain its ruling position.

This battle for Wu Yue will be a life-and-death struggle, and it will determine the survival of the Feng clan.

"In that case, we really got a great bargain."

Zhang Zuoxiang scratched his head while pinching the pipe, his eyes almost closed from laughing, and took the opportunity to speak.

"As long as we drive the Feng clique out of the capital, dealing with Old Duan will be a piece of cake. After all, there aren't many people in the Duan clique who can continue to fight."

"Then why are you still hesitating? It's settled!"

Seeing that no one had any objection, Marshal Zhang immediately made a decision and agreed to Cao Xin's request for help.

As for how to fight Lao Duan, there is no need to rush. Just wear it down bit by bit. Anyway, they have plenty of time and someone is paying to support the troops. Just wait and see who can afford it.

"Send a telegram to Cao Xin, asking for 50 million yuan in expenses to withdraw from the capital. Once the money arrives, the troops will march immediately!"

"Okay, that's a happy decision."

Seeing that the problem had been solved, the group of old friends laughed happily and felt happier than during the Chinese New Year.

Going to Beijing, this group of bandits and peasants actually have the opportunity to go to Beijing.

It is true that fortunes change over time, and things may change over time.

When I was robbing houses, I never thought that this day would come!

……

A layer of gray fog filled the sky, as if covering the entire capital with a dim gauze.

The cold and biting wind swept in from all directions, causing everyone who had just stepped out of the headquarters to shiver.

Xu Zhenlin was wearing a thick military coat. He raised his haggard and tired face and looked up at the gray and lightless sky. He felt dull and depressed in his heart, as if he was suffocated by a huge rock.

In less than three days, the situation faced by the Duan family changed drastically.

Its former dominant position has now disappeared, and even its two important populous provinces have been forcibly occupied by others.

Such a result was unbelievable to Lao Xu. Even after repeated confirmation, he still felt that all this was as unreal as a nightmare.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A violent cough brought him back to reality. Turning around and looking back, he saw Huang Weize, like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping, completely devoid of energy.

The occurrence of this battle was a severe blow to him that was difficult to accept, especially Zhang Ye's betrayal, which not only broke his heart, but also shattered his connections, status, and even reputation that he had painstakingly built up over the years.

Although the higher-ups haven't taken action against him yet, they've begun closely monitoring and marginalizing Huang Weize. If the Duan faction can successfully get through this, perhaps he can still keep his life based on his past achievements.

But if Zhang Ye is aggressive and joins forces with other forces to attack the Duan faction, then Huang Weize will become the first head sacrificed to the army at the front line.

"Old Huang, get in my car!"

In the cold wind, Xu Zhenlin hesitated for a moment, but still stopped him.

Huang Weize, who was in a numb state, turned back habitually. Seeing Xu Zhenlin waving at him, he did not hesitate and got into his car at slow pace.

People's hearts have changed and the world is fickle. Three days ago, Huang Weize was still a highly respected senior within the Duan faction.

As a result, in just three days, everything changed...

Faced with such a painful blow, it would be a lie for Huang Weize to say that he didn't feel uncomfortable, but if he really had to say where he felt uncomfortable, he really couldn't find it.

Yes, Zhang Ye was his student, and he had endorsed that guy. But at that time, he was not the only one who was optimistic about Zhang Ye. Many generals within the Duan faction were vying for that guy, and even General Duan was paying some attention to this.

Now that Zhang Ye has rebelled, everyone points the finger at him, as if he was the one who orchestrated all this, completely forgetting how they had used all means to poach him in the first place.

Those who once flattered him and tried to please him have now become the main force in blaming him. This attitude of changing one's attitude faster than turning the pages of a book makes people sigh at the complexity and indifference of human nature.

What a fucked up fuck!

"Drive, go home!"

The two got in the car. Xu Zhenlin nodded at the driver, then looked at his old friend and persuaded him.

"Don't be too discouraged. This matter will be investigated later. As long as you are innocent, you will be fine."

"Huh, do you believe that?"

Huang Weize sneered and didn't even want to say a word to refute his persuasion.

Others may not know, but he knows Duan Tianlin better than anyone else.

The moment the rebellion occurred, Huang Weize already knew what would happen to him. Even if those people couldn't find evidence, they would find ways to bring him down.

"Don't complain. Zhang Ye is your student after all. He's now occupying the territory of two of our provinces. It's normal for everyone to be a little angry."

Xu Zhenlin rubbed his brows and soothed in a very low and tired voice.

"I believe you weren't involved. Most people believe you weren't involved, but it's already happened, and you have a close relationship with Zhang Ye. Just for that reason alone, you're bound to hear complaints from others."

"Fuck, if you say that, I deserve to die!"

Huang Weize, who was already very depressed, became even more angry after hearing what he said, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Zhang Ye is my student. How many students do I have? Hundreds, right? Do I have to bear joint responsibility for every accident?"

"In that case, Old Duan can't escape either. He's the school principal and should bear the most responsibility!"

"Old Huang! Are you crazy!!!"

Xu Zhenlin's expression suddenly froze, and his bloodshot eyes stared at his ferocious face, scolding.

"Remember, no matter what time it is, say what you should say, and don't say what you shouldn't say, even if you are beaten to death!"

"Fuck you!"

Unexpectedly, Huang Weize, who had been suppressed for a long time, completely exploded, and his gloomy and haggard profile was full of dissatisfaction and crazy anger.

"You suspect me of betrayal and throw all your dirty tricks on me!"

"If I wanted to rebel, I would have left Beijing long ago. Why would I have to stay here and endure their cold stares?"

"If I rebel, knowing that Zhang Ye has hundreds of thousands of troops under his command, why would I still worry about the Battle of Fushui?"