"Zhang Xuecheng? Feng Jun?"
Old Jiang was stunned. He suddenly felt that He Yingqing was right!
Currently, there were three major factions in the country.
The national team he led had a total of about 600,000 soldiers, which was a large faction.
The second largest faction was the Anti-Jiang Alliance formed by Yan Laoxi, Feng Yuxiang, Li Zongren, and other small and large factions. They had a total of more than 800,000 troops and were the second largest faction.
The third major faction was the Feng faction led by Zhang Xuecheng. Currently, they had a total of six corps with a total of 810,000 soldiers. They were the strongest faction.
Old Jiang even knew that apart from the six regular corps, there was also an armored corps with a total of 600 tanks and 36,000 people.
In addition to the armored army, there were three heavy artillery divisions. There were about 80 heavy cannons and a total of 36,000 soldiers.
Old Jiang secretly counted the total military strength of the Feng Faction, including the two special military branches, totaling 882,000 people.
And this was without counting the air force, navy, and other forces. If this was included, the Feng faction might have more than 900,000 soldiers. It was a terrifying batch.
Fortunately, Feng was currently outside the pass and not inside. If he was beside him, he would probably have trouble sleeping and eating.
Furthermore, Feng Xi had to deal with Mao Xiong and Jiao Peng, these two strong countries outside the pass, so the pressure was not small. Their troops were scattered across a few provinces, and there was not much that could be transferred, so they did not pose a big threat to the pass.
If he could ask the Feng lineage for help, he could not only exhaust the Feng lineage's strength, but also close the relationship between the two sides. He could also share the pressure for him. It was simply enough.
It was like killing three birds with one stone.
When Old Jiang thought of this, he was overjoyed. He immediately took out his notebook and pen, preparing to write this thousand-year-old plan into his diary so that future generations would understand his greatness.
He wanted his wisdom and might not only to be passed down in this era that belonged to him, but also to be passed down from generation to generation in the future, forever.
Old Jiang was extremely happy in his heart and smiled happily.
However, He Yingqing, who was standing beside him, was unhappy. He thought," You're the leader of the national team. Why don't you just talk things over?"
Why did she take out her notebook and write in her diary? Was he preparing to be a writer? Or do you want to write a book and publish it?
"Cough!"
He Yingqing coughed lightly and said to Old Jiang, who was in a bad mood after being interrupted,"Chairman, currently, only the Feng faction can help us. Do you think we should immediately send a message to Fengtian and ask Zhang Xuecheng to send troops to help us?”
"As long as Fengtian is on our side this time, they don't need to send out many troops. They only need a hundred thousand to enter the pass and cooperate with us to attack Yan Laoxi from the north.”
"When the time comes, Yan Laoxi and Feng Yuxiang, who are being picked up by both the North and South sides, will become meat on the chopping board and be cut up by us at any time.”
When He Yingqing said this, he laughed coldly and said fiercely to Old Jiang, who had a happy and expectant expression on his face,"Then, we'll burn the oil and increase the firepower. When it's cooled down, we'll put it on a plate and swallow them in one gulp.”
"Damn it, this plan is good!!”
Old Jiang looked happy and said in a forthright tone,"Yan Laoxi and the others want to kick me out of the stage this time. I, Jiang, am not someone to be trifled with. Once I swallow them up, who else in the entire pass will be able to resist me?”
"Since the chairman has agreed, I'll contact Fengtian now. I believe that Zhang Xuecheng's Feng faction will definitely help us.”
Seeing that Old Jiang had agreed to ask Zhang Xuecheng to send troops, He Yingqin immediately asked for instructions to contact Fengtian. He did not want to delay any time.
Old Jiang had the same intention. He waved at He Yingqing and urged,"Go quickly, go quickly. The earlier we get Zhang Xuecheng to send troops into the pass, the earlier we can rest assured.”
"Yes, sir! Chairman!"
He Yingqing saluted Old Jiang and immediately went out, preparing to send a telegram to Fengtian, asking the Fengxian to send troops into the pass to help the Ningxian suppress the rebellion.
After He Yingqing left, the excited Old Jiang walked left and right in the room. In the end, he couldn't calm down the surging emotions in his heart. He could only take a pen and open the Zhongzheng diary under the light.
" Today, on the night of the day, Yan and Feng raised an army of more than 800,000 and invaded our Ning family. The leader of these two thieves…"
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When Old Jiang was in the Jiang Residence in Jinling, his heart was racing as he wrote.
In Fengtian, in the marshal's manor, Zhang Xuecheng was hugging a pillow and sleeping soundly. In his dream, it was like an immortal dream, making people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
"Young Marshal! Young Marshal!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of knocking on the door was endless.
Hearing the sound outside the room, Zhang Xuecheng opened his eyes. At this moment, his dreams had completely disappeared. He felt very sorry for the Hongyan in his dream just now.
He put on his coat and opened the door. He asked Han Hu, who was looking anxious outside,""What's the matter? It's so late at night. Can't you let me sleep?”
"Young Marshal! Jinling has come to report that the Generalissimo has invited you to send troops into the pass to quell the rebellion of Yan, Feng and Li.”
Han Hu handed over the telegram with a strange expression.
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