Time flew by. Three days later.
The day of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere discussion meeting called for by the commander of the Kwantung Army, Ono Minobu, was getting closer and closer.
Takeshi Musashi was also on the way to Fengtian on the nearest Cherry Blossom Warship.
Takeshi Musashi, who was over fifty years old and in his prime, looked down at the blurry photo of his back and immediately crushed it.
He did not expect that Matsui Jiro, who had only gone to China to gain some experience, would suddenly receive news of his tragic death in a foreign land.
This made Miyamoto, who had originally planned to appoint Matsui Jiro as his successor, hesitate for a moment.
"Such a good sword skill is gone just like that…"
Takeshi Musashi's face was as sharp as a knife. He looked at the turbulent sea and muttered to himself.
As the saying went, there were two joys in life: one was to have children when one was old, and the other was to have someone to pass on one's legacy.
But now, Matsui Jiro, who had extremely high attainments in Kendo, had suddenly received news that he had died in a foreign land.
How could he not be angry!
Once a top-notch sword technique of the 'Heavenheart Sect' was lost, it would truly be lost.
For example, it was impossible to recreate the power of ancient martial arts once there was no successor.
That was why Miyamoto Musashi, who was over fifty years old, was so angry!
At this moment, Takeshi Musashi was dressed in green clothes and stood with his hands behind his back. He had the demeanor of a sword grandmaster. His head was tied with a golden hair band that symbolized his status. He stood on the deck of the ship with wooden clogs.
Someone in the crowd recognized Miyamoto. No one dared to approach him, but their eyes were filled with admiration and respect for the strong.
The unique Sword God of Cherryblossoms.
Just the name Sword God, which was as famous as the Cherry Blossom Sword Saint, was enough to make Miyamoto Musashi famous for a hundred years.
"This blade of mine has not been unsheathed for many years…"
The proud Miyamoto Musashi looked down at the two strange swords wrapped in bandages at his waist.
Then, his eyes were a little lost as he said,
"Since you have destroyed my swordsmanship inheritance, I, Miyamoto Musashi, would like to have a good taste of it.”
In his mind, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but think of that blurry figure.
"You broke my beloved disciple, Demon Blade Murasame, with your bare hands.”
"Could it be that there is an existence stronger than that person in China?”
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On the other side, the young marshal's wedding had finally come to a successful conclusion. The banquet that had invited all the famous guests of Fengtian lasted for three days before it was over.
Fengtian Marshal's Mansion, Zhang Clan's inner courtyard.
"Brother Lin, I've already followed your instructions and sent away all of my father's uncles.”
After three days of socializing, the Major's face was clearly a little tired.
"Yes."
"According to what you said, after every local warlord left, I planted spies, but there is one thing I don't understand. They are all my father's former subordinates and are absolutely loyal.”
The young commander scratched his head and said in confusion.
Lin Ling picked up the tea lid and blew at the steam gently. He said slowly,
"Liu Zi, it seems like you haven't realized that you're no longer the Young Marshal.”
The young commander was stunned.
"I know. After my father died, I'm now a true marshal.”
"It's just that…This situation was not easy to resolve. How should he deal with that fake marshal?”
Lin Ling glanced at the young commander.
"If the matter of the 'fake commander-in-chief' is exposed now, do you think that with your prestige, those old men who are about your age in the army will submit to you?”
The young commander was slightly startled, his expression somewhat hesitant.
"Do you think you can control them?”
"Perhaps with your status as the Fengtian Military Governor, can you achieve a hundred responses with a single call?”
Lin Ling continued to speak slowly. After the young commander heard what he said, he immediately shook his head.
Yes, it was.
With his current shrewd methods and military prestige, he could not do it.
After all, Commander Zhang had spent his entire life in the military, rolling around in piles of dead people.
The reason why his subordinates were convinced was that all the military affairs in Fengtian were completely controlled by his father.
Others simply had no chance.
Looking at those uncles and fathers of the young marshal, who had practically worn the same pants as his father, who did not covet the position of the head of Fengtian Military Governor?
As for him, the young marshal, to put it bluntly, it was because he was the son of the marshal that he could have his current status.
Thinking of this, the Young Marshal suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Lin Ling's words had completely awakened him.
"Brother Lin, what should I do?"
The young commander looked at Lin Ling pleadingly.
"I'm not a warlord. Why are you looking at me?”
Lin Ling immediately rolled his eyes at the young commander, and the latter immediately felt a little awkward.
"However, since I promised your father, I will naturally wait until your position is consolidated before leaving.”
When the young commander heard this, his awkward expression instantly swept away. He immediately said in joy,
"Brother Lin, it's all thanks to you!"
"However, how can I get real power? He couldn't possibly rely on a puppet's fake marshal 'all the time, right?”
The major asked with a headache.
"Of course."
"In two days, let the marshal accept Berlin's invitation to go to the West to learn the advanced system.”
"And you should use this time to prepare to form a force that truly belongs to you.”
Lin Ling finished speaking slowly. As if he had thought of something, he continued in a deep voice,
"With your father's reputation, your subordinates naturally won't dare to cause trouble. As for your uncles, most of them will help you.”
"However, be careful of that Yang Yuting.”
"Hmm?"
After the young commander heard this, he immediately felt a little strange.
Brother Lin, what happened to Advisor Yang?"
"He followed my father through life and death. Moreover, my father had always placed him in an important position when he was alive. This person is a talent!”
The young commander hurriedly explained.
"That's why I told you to be careful.”
"A person's greed will expand infinitely.”
"If he knew that the marshal had really passed away, he would definitely not be able to hold it in.”
"And I suspect that this person has also grasped the news of the Special Higher Police ambushing the marshal. From the first time he saw the marshal, I saw shock, astonishment, and a trace of…Unwilling!"
Lin Ling glanced at the Major.
"Liu Zi, you should understand the principle that kindness does not control soldiers and righteousness does not control wealth, right?”
"Yes…"
The commander was still very hesitant. He did not reject Lin Ling, nor did he make up his mind to eliminate Yang Yuting, the chief of staff of Fengtian Military Department. He only vaguely responded with an " hmm."
"Liu Zi, it's your business whether you keep this person or not. I won't interfere.”
After Lin Ling finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. He glanced at the indecisive young Marshal Zhang Hanqing and turned to leave the Marshal's Mansion.
Now that the storm in the Marshal's Mansion had settled, it was time for some pirates to pay with their blood!
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