Later generations would say that Zhang Xueliang had given up the largest heavy industrial base in China and the most powerful military factory. The Fengtian Munitions Factory was occupied by the Fusang people. On the second day of the September 18th Incident, the Japanese had roughly calculated that there were more than 95,000 rifles, more than 2500 machine guns, more than 2600 pistols, more than 50 cannons, more than 1.8 billion bullets, more than 500,000 artillery shells, and a large number of gunpowder, mines, various equipment, and semi-finished products. As for the various mortars, vehicles, machinery, artillery shells, and other armaments that were lost, there were countless. There were even more than 260 aircraft.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!
The northeast was such a good foundation, but it was lost by the young marshal Zhang Xueliang just like that. If Zhang Zuolin was still alive, he would probably be so angry that he would climb out of his coffin!
The northeast, his homeland, was actually occupied by the Fusang devils. Who would judge whether his brother was a national sinner or a national hero in history?
Zhang Xueze woke up from his dream again, sweating profusely. He dreamed of himself. When the September 18th Incident broke out, he saw Zhang Xueliang give the order not to resist, but he could do nothing. He entered politics, Zhang Xueliang joined the army, and in the end, the person in charge of the northeast was still Zhang Xueliang.
That night in Fengtian City, that night in the North Camp, gunshots rained down like a storm. Zhang Xueze could do nothing but watch the great northeast fall into the hands of the Japanese.
"I will definitely fight for the position of Major and not give it to anyone else. I, Zhang Xueze, will join the army. I will lead the northeast on a different path!!”
Zhang Xueze's eyes were bloodshot. His expression was ferocious, and his veins were bulging like dragons. It was said that ten fingers were connected to one's heart. Right now, Zhang Xueze's fingernails had long sunk deep into the flesh of his palm. However, compared to the pain of subjugation and the destruction of his nation, this was nothing!!!
Looking at the decorations in the room, he realized that it was the residence of a warlord. The furniture and decorations were exquisite. Zhang Zuolin had been promoted to the Fengtian Military Governor, so he could not be treated like an ordinary person. Although the northeast was threatened by the two great powers, the complicated political game confirmed Zhang Zuolin's irredeemable nature.
Suddenly, he saw a photo of himself and Zhang Xueliang. His relationship with Zhang Xueliang was not bad. His blood brothers did not have many conspiracies and conspiracies like those in novels. Zhang Xueliang's personality was like that of a rich family's son. It was just that his relationship with Zhang Zuolin proved that his heart was extremely urgent.
Creak...
The door was pushed open and someone came in!
"Motherf * cker, Hanze, that foreign doctor was right. You're actually awake.”
Zhang Zuolin was wearing a military uniform with three golden stars on his shoulder, which meant that he was currently the Beiyang General. The entire Beiyang faction only had about 20 people. However, Zhang Zuolin had not yet become the Northeast King who had 300,000 soldiers. The Fengtian Munitions Factory, Military Academy, and Mortar Factory had not been established yet!
Zhang Xueze looked at the man in front of him. He still had the air of a bandit, but the aura of a fierce man and the shrewdness on him made him finally understand why his father was able to handle the two great powers of Russia with ease. At the same time, he had tight control over his military strength and Fengtian City.
"What's wrong? Don't you recognize your father?”
Although Zhang Zuolin was a formidable person, everyone in the marshal's manor knew that he favored Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Xueze more than anyone else.
Is this old man going to bed? No, no, no. I, Zhang Xueze, don't want to be gay…
Father, I want to join the army!"
Zhang Xueze got up and leaned against the bed. His eyes were firm, and his voice was sonorous and powerful. For the first time, the history that he thought of was so close to him. The Japanese fought a war of 1894 - 1895, fought a war with Japan and Russia, and finally confirmed Fusang's position as a major power in Northeast Asia. The Russians also gave up the management rights of the South Manchurian railway!
Zhang Xueze was like an awakened lion, his eyes burning as he stared at Zhang Zuolin. This father who had just been promoted to Fengtian Military Governor already had the demeanor of a marshal.
" Haha, Seventh Son, you son of a b * tch. You've finally thought it through. My son should go to the battlefield. I, your father, also crawled out of a pile of dead people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been the one to make decisions in Fengtian City. Even Feng Delin and Third Master Feng couldn't compete with me. Your old man is qualified to train you into a qualified officer!”
Zhang Zuolin patted Zhang Xueze's shoulder. It was rare for his youngest son to make him so happy today. In the past few years, Zhang Zuolin had repeatedly encouraged Zhang Xueze to join the army. Otherwise, he would at least be a major and battalion commander like Xiao Liuzi. He would already have a few of his own subordinates!
"Father, I want to personally send a company of troops to the east of Fengtian, Pingxiang County, so that I can familiarize myself with the army!”
Zhang Xueze had thought it through since the beginning of his transmigration. Although he could rope in Fengtian's power now, he did not have any ability. That was unrealistic!
Moreover, his father, Zhang Zuolin, was still the leader of Fengtian. If he, Zhang Xueze, made decisions on his own, he would be overstepping his authority!
Moreover, the forces in Fengtian City were also complicated. The various relationships could not be explained in a few words!
Therefore, it was best to stay away from Fengtian and find a base to use as a base camp to develop his own forces!
Looking at Zhang Xueze's determined eyes, Zhang Zuolin knew that he could not change his son's decision. Just like him, he was very decisive!
"You brat, I'll do whatever you want. Your father has a division now, two infantry brigades, and more than ten thousand people. It's easy to arrange a company commander for you. As for a battalion commander, forget it.!”
"We'll do as you say. I'll give you a company and station it in Pingxiang County. However, I have to say something first. That area is not like Fengtian. Bandits run amok and the mountains are fierce.”
Zhang Zuolin was a horse bandit in his early years. He had worked hard to build such a large family business. Now, he finally had his own base camp, Fengtian City. The most important thing was to obtain more economic loans from the Fusang people and the Soviet Union. With Fengtian and the entire Northeast as a bargaining chip, he could make this family business bigger and stronger!
"Rest for a few more days. When Fengtian has truly settled down, I'll personally send you away!”
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