Yang Guanghui was thinking too much, but Zhang Zhengzong didn't care. He had to get rid of the Wei Nation's control anyway.
Rome was not built in a day, and it was impossible to declare war on the Wei Nation.
Old Zhang was not only the leader of a warlord faction, but he was also a mature politician. As a politician, you had to have concerns, and if you had concerns, you had to compromise. If you were not tactful, Old Zhang would not be able to become a big warlord.
With the current standard of the Fengjun army, it was really trash. To put it bluntly, it could not even be considered third-rate. The higher-ups of the army were almost all green figures from the old era, much worse than those generals who had studied in military schools.
Yang Guanghui, a general from a military academy, was considered top-notch in the Feng army, but he did not have military power. Old Zhang had suffered a loss, so he planned to wantonly promote officers from military academies.
Culture was really important. There was no need to explain this, especially for those technical forces, such as the air force, navy, and artillery.
Which illiterate person could do it? If an artillery soldier had no education and could only rely on fumbling, then their efficiency would be slow. After all, there were only a few who were born to be good gunners.
As for the air force, illiterates couldn't do it at all. During the Republic of China, almost all pilots were tall, rich, and handsome. Most of them were children of aristocratic families. Many of them had drunk foreign ink and were born with noble blood, arrogant and domineering.
The navy was even more impressive. In most countries, the navy was a very powerful existence. The Wei Nation's navy dared to call the army a group of red deer.
Only the army had the lowest requirements. After all, infantrymen had always been known as cannon fodder. A soldier only needed a few months to go from training to entering the war. Mao Xiong's conscripted soldiers and mobilized soldiers directly pushed civilians to the battlefield to die. They could not even give each of them a gun. They only fired a few bullets and asked them to pick up the guns of those who died in battle.
Old Zhang himself was not cultured. His handwriting was not as good as Little Zhang's, but Zhang Zhengzong was. He was a serious university student, even though he often played League of Legends, King of Pesticide, and PUBG in his dorm.
Little Zhang and Little Liu were called back by Shun Zi.
Old Zhang's mansion was a typical large Chinese courtyard, not a Western-style mansion. Old Zhang was a conservative person after all, so why would he live in a western-style building?
The things passed down by our ancestors might not be worse than the houses of Westerners, but in some aspects, they are indeed not as good as western-style houses. Western-style villas do look more beautiful and do not take up too much space.
The guards saluted Zhang Zhengzong as he entered the door. Following the route in his memory, Zhang Zhengzong walked back to Old Zhang's study. Old Zhang's preferences were completely different from his, but in order not to give himself away, he could not change the things in the study yet, lest others see through him.
"Father, why are you looking for me?" When Little Six came, he didn't look as submissive as Zhang Zhengzong had imagined. This was normal. After all, they were father and son.
In his previous life, Zhang Zhengzong was actually about the same age as Little Liuzi.
In a flash, he had become a middle-aged man in his forties. When he heard Xiao Liuzi call him father, he seemed a little uncomfortable. However, he quickly calmed down. He was now Old Zhang, the King of the Northeast. He was no longer a small figure like before. There was no need to be afraid.
"Motherf * cker, you little brat, how many days have you not been home? Are you that mesmerized by this woman outside? The actress from last time, who was it this time?”
Old Zhang was completely different from the Great Commander Zhang that Teacher Li played. Old Zhang and his son were both handsome and elegant men. However, the way they called him 'mother', it was indeed not elegant enough. However, when he thought about how Old Jiang also called him' mother', it seemed normal for Old Zhang to scold him like this.
Growing a beard was something Zhang Zhengzong hated the most, but he had to do it. In this era, it was important to have a bald mouth. As a middle-aged man, if you didn't grow a beard, people would think that you were unreliable.
Unlike in movies and television dramas, Old Zhang doted on and indulged Little Zhang very much. What was that saying again?
Old Zhang himself had nine concubines. What right did he have to ask his son to guard only one daughter-in-law? Moreover, this daughter-in-law was a child bride and had an arranged marriage. She was several years older than Xiao Liuzi and called her sister every day.
As an arranged marriage, Yu Xiaofeng was actually not suitable for Xiao Zhang. They were completely siblings.
"Father, you've been with Ninth Mother recently.”A cunning smile flashed across Xiao Liuzi's face. He probably meant that he had not even held a bowl of water properly, so how could he criticize him, the son?
"Sigh, you little brat, when did you dare to interfere in your father's matters? Do you believe that I'll break your legs? Do you want to taste my horsewhip?"
"Yes, how could I not believe it? You are Marshal Zhang, the mighty King of the Northeast. You are a big shot who can make the three eastern provinces tremble with just a stomp of your foot. What is your son, me? I'm just a piece of trash. How could I dare to disobey you?
If the monarch wants his subjects to die, his subjects have no choice but to die. If the father wants his son to die, as his son, I have to lie down and die!”
Zhang Zhengzong tapped the table. To be honest, Old Zhang valued his son very much. He had completely nurtured him as his heir. After all, he was the eldest son and only son.
China had always had the tradition of inheriting the father's business. In the future, this huge family business would really have to be handed over to this prodigal.
Ever since Zhang Zhengzong had gotten hold of Old Zhang's memories, he knew that half of the responsibility for this kid being a prodigal was on Old Zhang himself. It was the father's fault for not teaching his son.
Without Old Zhang's protection and love, Little Six would not have been so prodigal.
"You're so talkative. Let me ask you, how's your relationship with your teacher?”
Zhang Zhengzong had decided to get rid of Ghost Guo. Even if he had the ability, he wouldn't use him. That was Wei Yan, who was rebellious. Would he be useful?
"What's wrong?" Xiao Liuzi noticed that his father's expression didn't seem right. This time, they had fought very well. Could it be that they had to be dealt with and become part of the third brigade?
After all, the Third Brigade was the best unit in the Feng Army.
Zhang Zhengzong also knew this problem. If he was dismissed after winning the battle, the Feng army would probably be finished. Therefore, he had to be promoted openly and demoted secretly. He also had to take Ghost Guo away from Xiao Liuzi's side.
As for whether or not he should suppress Xiao Liuzi, he had not thought about it yet. Although he was a prodigal, he was still Old Zhang's biological son. Now that he was Old Zhang, Xiao Liuzi was also his son.
He wanted to beat him up, but he had to have an excuse. The little brat was smart. He had already felt Old Zhang's pulse. Moreover, he was an adult. If he was a child, he could beat him up.
"Cough, cough, cough. You've made me proud this time. You've grown up and worked hard. So, I've decided to send you to study abroad and further your studies. How about becoming an Air Force Commander?”
" Hey, hey, old man, did you take the wrong medicine? Going abroad? I wasn't mentally prepared for this sudden suggestion. Please spare me. I'm doing well now. You should quickly give me a break and leave the residence. You should hurry up and prepare your troops to take revenge for what happened before. You should teach that Scholar Wu a lesson. Who asked him to act tough in front of my father? You have to teach him a lesson."”
"Who's joking with you? F * ck you. You know what an air force is, which is air supremacy. The future war will depend on planes and tanks. Such military weapons must be in our own hands.”
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。