1929, December 22nd, evening.
In Fengtian City, the sky was covered in heavy snow, and the night was dark.
In the meeting hall of the marshal's residence, smoke lingered.
Zhang Xuecheng was wearing a military uniform. He sat upright on a chair. At this moment, he was expressionless.
He looked at the dejected young man and stood up. He said to the generals in the meeting hall and the young man,
"Commander-in-chief, generals, I called everyone here today to discuss the agreement with Mao Xiong.”
"Me! Zhang Xuecheng, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Northeast Army, would never approve of this.”
"Not only do I not approve of it, but my Fengtian First Army, three divisions, nine regiments, twenty-seven battalions, eighty-one companies, and a total of forty-five thousand five hundred and fifty-five soldiers do not approve of it.”
At this point, he looked at Zhang Hanqing, who was still indifferent, and couldn't help but laugh in disdain. He didn't really care about this famous general who didn't resist in history, the good-for-nothing brother.
Ever since he transmigrated to this parallel world five months ago.
When he found out that he was the third son of the famous Marshal Zhang, he tried his best to win the support of the generals and the army of Fengtian so that he would not be chased out of his hometown by the Japanese.
He was lucky. When the old marshal was killed in the explosion last year, Zhang Xiaoliu could not wait to change his flag and choose to join Old Jiang.
The army did not support the change of flag this time. The elders of Fengtian, be it the new generals or the old elders, all had complaints about this.
However, Zhang Xiaoliu was stubborn and no one could do anything to him. Fengtian still submitted to Jinling and was controlled by Old Jiang.
In the end, under the instigation of Jinling, Zhang Xiaoliu took back the Middle East Railroad in July this year and drove away Mao Xiong's boss.
The two sides argued for two months. In the middle of September, Mao Xiong was furious and ordered the Far East Special Army to attack.
After a few months of bitter fighting, with the loss of soldiers and the delayed arrival of the military supplies that Old Jiang had promised, Zhang Hanqing had no choice but to negotiate with Mao Xiong.
This time, Zhang Xuecheng had gathered everyone for a meeting to denounce the Fengtian Young Marshal under the disappointment of many of the Fengtian army's big shots.
He wanted to completely establish a new military group centered around him in this incident. This would pave the way for him to successfully take over the new Northeast Young Marshal.
"Deputy commander, our army has already done our best in this battle. It was not a battle. Please don't hold it against the commander.”
A person in a military uniform stood out from the side. He looked at Zhang Xuecheng and spoke in an unfriendly tone.
Zhang Xuecheng recognized him. He Zhuguo, Zhang Xiaoliu's trusted aide, Lieutenant General Brigadier General. He used to be a division commander, but after the downsizing, he could only be a brigade commander.
"Brigade Commander He, don't get me wrong. I, Zhang Xuecheng, have gathered everyone here not to hold them accountable. I'm just here to express my position. Don't sow discord between me and the commander-in-chief.”
"You…"
With a cold smile, Zhang Xuecheng ignored the angry He Zhuguo and said to Zhang Hanqing, who was still depressed and silent,"Commander-in-chief, since Commander-in-chief no longer has the will to fight, then Xuecheng requests Commander-in-chief to hand over the Northeast Air Force to me. My Northeast First Army is willing to fight.”
"Young Marshal, please hand over the command of the air force. We are willing to fight with the deputy commander-in-chief.”
"Young Marshal, please hand over the command of the air force. We are willing to fight with the deputy commander-in-chief.”
As soon as Zhang Xuecheng finished speaking, at least half of the generals in the large meeting hall began to persuade him.
At this moment, even the few elders of the Feng army looked disappointed when they saw that the leader was still indifferent and Zhang Hanqing was depressed.
They all wondered if it was a mistake for them to help Zhang Hanqing ascend the throne.
"Third Brother, now that our army has been defeated and Brigadier Han has committed suicide, we have already lost. This time, I trusted Old Jiang, and I will take responsibility in the future.”
After saying that, Zhang Hanqing sighed and sat there alone, feeling depressed.
However, Zhang Xuecheng was not satisfied with his answer. He said angrily,"We lost many soldiers and generals in this battle, but we didn't take back the rights to the railway. I, Zhang Xuecheng, and the First Army of the Feng Army won't let this matter rest.”
"Since the Commander-in-Chief insists on surrendering and refuses to give me the air force, then the First Army will fight on its own. Even without the air force, I, Zhang Xuecheng, will win this battle.”
After saying that, Zhang Xuecheng, who was filled with anger, turned around and left the hall. Under the protection of his personal guards, he walked straight to the military camp outside the city.
Everyone in the hall looked at Zhang Xuecheng, who was striding out of the city, and then looked at Zhang Hanqing, who was dejected and didn't care about the matter at all.
They all shook their heads in disappointment and thought to themselves,'Damn it, Little Liu, you coward. You didn't learn much of the old handsome's temper, but you learned a lot of sissy.'
If the old marshal was still here, he would definitely slap you to death.
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