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

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The clear sound of the Western clock indicates that the new year has officially begun.

At this moment, the restaurant was filled with a festive and lively atmosphere. A group of generals sat together, with laughter and cheers ringing out one after another.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, there is a corner that seems particularly quiet.

Lu Shan sat at the dining table with a faint smile on his face, but the wine glass in his hand was never raised.

The few people around him also kept a low profile, seemingly unconcerned with the commotion before them.

Zhang Ye, who had been toasted by everyone again and again, was now a little drunk, with a smile that could not be erased on his slightly red cheeks.

When he noticed that Lu Shan and others had not been drinking much, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Shanzi, what's wrong with you guys? Are you unhappy? What's the point of just sitting around during New Year's Day? It would be much better if we could all have some fun together."

"Haha, Marshal, I can't drink too much tonight."

Upon hearing this, Lu Shan stood up, walked to the front of the long table, and spoke softly.

"Do you remember the surprise I prepared for you?"

"Surprise? Now?"

Zhang Ye, who was drunk and even had a lisp, looked at him in surprise and asked curiously.

"You're such a stunner, okay? I'll see what your surprise is and where it is."

"On the front line!"

With a big smile on his lips, Lu Shan announced in front of everyone.

"Just now, the clock struck twelve, and the counterattack of our Third Corps has begun."

"By tomorrow morning at the latest, the Feng faction troops entrenched on the Wu-Yue border will be wiped out!"

"Oh shit, are you kidding me? Why are we fighting on New Year's Day?"

Zhang Ye was confused by his words. He stood up by holding the corner of the table and questioned.

"Didn't we just agree that we should let the brothers have a good rest after the New Year before fighting again?"

"Marshal, I didn't break my promise. It's already the New Year."

Lu Shan spread his hands to show that he had not broken his promise.

At the same time, the generals of the Third Corps put on their coats and prepared to return to the front line overnight.

This sudden action instantly cooled the lively drinking party.

"Four days ago, I borrowed the heavy armored brigade from He Wei, waiting to catch them off guard tonight."

Lu Shan adjusted his military uniform, looked at his colleagues and Zhang Ye with a confident smile, and made an assurance.

"In the afternoon, the front line arranged for people to disguise themselves as transport supply units and deliver over 10,000 kilograms of pork mixed with croton. If we still can't win this battle, I will be too embarrassed to see you all."

"call……"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye let out a long breath, exhaling the strong smell of alcohol. After hesitating for a moment, he made a crazy decision.

"Since we're going to fight, then don't hold back. You punch me, I kick you. This is too boring. Let's mobilize tens of thousands of people from Huishan and launch a blitzkrieg to seize Shanghu!"

"Cut off their important tax base. Without the golden cudgel, I wonder what Cao Cao can do to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

"Hahaha, Marshal, we really want to go together!"

Lu Shan's eyes sparkled and he laughed loudly.

Before returning, he had already made preparations to attack Shanghu. After all, Wu Yue was not far from Shanghu, and he was reluctant to let go of the fat meat that was right at his fingertips.

"Don't move the people of Huishan. If one heavy armored brigade plus nearly 200,000 Wuyue troops can't defeat Cao Xin, I will dive into the Huangpu River!"

"Go ahead and fight without worry. No matter what time it is, I will unconditionally support your decision."

Zhang Ye nodded. He was completely confident in Lu Shan and the others.

As long as these brothers are still there, he doesn't care even if he fails to capture Shanghai.

"Brothers, wait for my good news."

Lu Shan saluted everyone and invited them in a very relaxed manner.

"It's getting warmer this spring, and we welcome you all to Shanghai!"

"Shanzi, the guys in the heavy armored brigade are all protected by armor. Tell the brothers to just hide behind them. Normal heavy firepower can't break their defenses!"

He Wei warned with some concern.

As far as the current domestic battlefield is concerned, the emergence of the heavy armored brigade is a pure dimensionality reduction attack. No matter whether it is Feng Duan or Feng Bei, no one will not feel numb when they see Wu Yangyang's steel behemoth.

That thing cannot be broken or chopped, has strong mobility, and has abnormal attack capabilities. It has no shortcomings at all.

The only drawback is the high consumption. Not to mention that they don't have it, even if they really have a heavy armored brigade, they probably can't afford it.

Apart from anything else, the daily fuel consumption alone is enough to give them a headache.

In other words, Zhang Ye has a cheat that allows him to exchange various strategic materials at any time, which allows him to show off so unscrupulously.

But even so, he has no plans to build a second heavy armored brigade. That thing is a money-eating beast. Before he finds a proper way to make money, he just wants to maintain a brigade to show off.

Otherwise, the public opinion points obtained every day will not be enough to be consumed.

After all, if a heavy brigade with more than 100 tanks is running at full capacity, it will burn 300,000 to 400,000 public opinion points of oil every day, not to mention the consumption incurred by the logistics supply troops.

Therefore, Zhang Ye didn't want to use that thing unless it was absolutely necessary.

It’s too expensive!

"Fang Yu, arrange for the nearest logistics unit to ensure the strategic resources of the Third Corps. If anyone fails to deliver at this time, don't blame me for being rude!"

At this point, Zhang Ye could only give his all and send everything he could to the front line.

Brothers, you can fight to the death with your heads on the line, but you cannot die of thirst or starvation or fight to the death with your bare chests because of insufficient logistical supplies.

"Yes, Marshal. I will personally supervise this matter. If any problems arise, chop off my head first!"

Fang Yu responded with an extremely serious expression.

At this moment, he no longer had the heart to continue drinking. He turned around and ran out of the villa, leaving quickly in the heavy snow.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had stockpiled a large amount of military resources at the border between Donglu and Wuyue in advance.

Otherwise, it would be too late to temporarily transfer people from Qizhou.

With their departure, the lively atmosphere at the table was gone. Zhang Ye looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

When he was in Jingshan County, he dreamed of expanding his territory, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, enjoying the attention of the people, and receiving worship from the people.

But with his experiences in recent days, when he saw the people at the grassroots level who had no food to eat, no clothes to wear, and even no place to stay in the middle of winter, he truly understood.

It doesn't matter how big the territory is, or how many hundreds of thousands or millions of troops you have.

It can truly change this world, change the lives of the people, and ensure that everyone in the country has enough to eat.

Making sure children have books to read, adults have things to do, and the elderly have someone to rely on is what a real man should do.

Therefore, it is time to end this battle. If we continue to fight, the only people at the bottom of society will be hurt!