Fengtian was desolate and cold. It was already the end of November. The temperature outside the pass had dropped. Even the people who were used to the northeastern weather felt that Fengtian was getting colder this winter.
At both ends of the street, the stone slabs stained with moss were a little desolate, just like the turbulent rivers and mountains of the Dragon Country. They were laughable and mocking this chaotic society that ate people!
Five months ago, Yuan Shikai, who was clamoring to become an emperor, had become a laughable farce and completely failed. The founder of Beiyang, Yuan Shikai, had also died. The vast Dragon Country was in turmoil and turmoil. The revolutionary parties in the south had also revived from the long-dormant political scene.
With Yuan Shikai's death, Beiyang would no longer be as united as before. People like Duan Rui, Xu Chang, and Li Yuan would all rise up and fight for the opportunities and positions that belonged to them.
Outside the pass, a few months ago, before Yuan Shikai died, Zhang Zuolin expelled Fengtian Military Governor Duan Zhigui and used the commander of the 28th Division, Feng Delin, to have a conflict with Duan Zhigui. Zhang Zuolin, on the other hand, secretly forced Duan Zhigui away. After Duan Zhigui fled to the capital, he cursed at Feng Delin. In the end, Yuan Shikai ordered Zhang Zuolin to manage Fengtian's military affairs and concurrently serve as the inspector. Obviously, Zhang Zuolin was using his own methods to take over Fengtian's military and political power. It was firmly in his hands!
In Fengtian City, Fusang people could be seen everywhere. Ever since the Japanese won the war, they had obtained the right to operate the South Manchurian railway. Just this alone, they had even sent a railway garrison team from the Liaodong Peninsula's Dongguan State. There were more than a thousand soldiers. Even Zhang Zuolin did not dare to make a move easily.
The current military strength in Fengtian was Zhang Zuolin's 27th division, Feng Delin's 28th division, Tang Yulin's independent brigade, and the Fusang people's railway garrison. To be precise, the railway garrison should have six brigades. They were used to control the South Manchurian railway. At the same time, Fusang had an elite infantry division in the Guandong region.
Fengtian, the Zhang family's residence, had a deep courtyard. It was not like the alleys in the capital. The Zhang residence, which was built in imitation of western architecture, looked like a high-rise commercial house in the future, but it was already magnificent enough.
However, in the past two days, the Zhang family mansion was not in a good mood. Zhang Zuolin's seventh son, Zhang Xueze, had fallen ill and was bedridden.
Suddenly, the figure on the bed moved. He took a deep breath, causing Zhang Xueze to sit up in shock. The scene in front of him was…
Strange yet familiar memories surged like a tide. One by one, page by page, fragmented memories flashed past like a movie!!!
"Zhang Xueze, Zhang Xueliang's half-brother, the seventh son of the Northeastern King Zhang Zuolin?？？”
"Zhang Xueze, born on August 25, 1901.”
"Could it be that I really transmigrated into 'Young Marshal'?”
" The young marshal who allowed 30 million people in the northeast and millions of square kilometers of northeast to be invaded by Fusang is actually my brother…"
In his consciousness, the blurry image became clear. The sequence of events was that someone wanted to kill Zhang Xueze, and someone wanted to kill him. Zhang Xueze and Zhang Xueliang were both doted on by Zhang Zuolin. They were born three days apart and were both sixteen years old. Zhang Xueliang liked the military and was currently a colonel in the 27th Division. At the same time, he was very familiar with Zhang Zuoxiang, Feng Delin, Zhang Jinghui, Tang Yulin, and the others. In contrast, Zhang Xueze was different. He was a civil servant in the Fengtian provincial government. He was the one who proposed the tax reduction policy this year.
In the past two years, because Zhang Xueliang joined the army, Zhang Zuolin was more partial to him. In comparison, Zhang Xueze, who was in politics, cared less!
Zhang Xueze was more like a bookworm. He stayed in the study all day. Because of his identity as Zhang Zuolin's son, the others did not bully him. However, recently, the people in the residence treated him and Zhang Xueliang more and more differently!
There was no other way. Zhang Zuolin was originally a warlord. In this day and age, he could give up everything except military power. As long as he could control the army in his hands, he could intimidate everyone!!!
Therefore, he hoped that his two most beloved sons could join the army and train well. With Zhang Zuolin's ambition, he was determined to compete with the two superpowers, Japan and Russia. If there was no successor, it was the last thing he wanted to see!
The room on the west side, the second from the left, was Zhang Xueze's bedroom. Zhang Zuolin stood outside the door with a cold look in his eyes. The Western doctor beside him felt a murderous aura when he faced Zhang Zuolin. The ruler of Fengtian had nearly 12,000 soldiers under his command. If he was not sure, he might really be in trouble.
" Marshal, I can confirm that your son has food poisoning. If it wasn't for the fact that the effects of the medicine have worn off over time, I'm afraid…"
Zhang Zuolin, who was full of the aura of a bandit, was furious. This was really lawless. This was Fengtian, the Fengtian of Zhang's family. Who had the guts to murder his son!
"Motherf * cker, who is it? Which bastard dares to kill my son!!”
With a fierce expression, Zhang Zuolin's mustache stood upside down. The anger in his chest seemed to be about to erupt. F * ck, f * ck, is Fengtian City so lawless?
"Men, men, pass on my military order. Fengtian City is under martial law. All suspects are to be investigated!”
Zhang Zuolin was like a monkey whose tail had been caught. He fought back with all his might and killed his son so that he could have no descendants!!!
"You, Yang Yuting, I order you to station the 27th Division in the city and transfer all the 120 machine guns you bought from the country. I, Old Zhang, want to see who has the guts to touch my Fengtian City.!”
Yang Yuting was currently the Chief of Staff of the Fengtian Military Governor's Department. Because of his relationship with the capital and his graduation from the eighth phase of the Fusang Military Officer School, he was deeply trusted by Zhang Zuolin.
"Commander, I'll do it immediately. Call Commander Zhang Zuoxiang and get the 27th Division to enter Fengtian City!”
Yang Yuting was capable, ambitious, and had his own ideas. The situation in the northeast had changed from the original struggle between Zhang and Feng to the current situation where Zhang Zuolin had successfully become the Military Governor of Fengtian. The situation was clear. At this stage, Zhang Zuolin was more suitable to be the Military Governor of Fengtian than Feng Delin. He knew how to deal with Mao Xiong and the successor of Beiyang in Fusang. Yang Yuting couldn't do this alone. Therefore, he was willing to be a good adviser under Zhang Zuolin!!
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