"Swoosh!"
In an instant.
All 800 American soldiers turned their heads and aimed their guns at Rong Ye.
The soldiers generated by the check-in system only had one purpose in their hearts, and that was to serve Feng Xuan.
These American soldiers would never allow anyone to insult Feng Xuan.
"This…"
Looking at the American soldiers with cold expressions, Rong Ye was a little panicked.
"You... What do you want to do? I'm the commander of the guards personally appointed by the Major.”
"Let me tell you, don't do anything stupid.”
"Haha!"
Seeing this, Feng Xuan laughed mockingly. He was indeed Rong Zhen's son, a wimp.
With a light wave of his hand, the American soldiers shifted their guns and continued to aim at the Guard Battalion.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Feng Xuan, the current commander of Fengtian City Defense.”
At this time, Feng Xuan, who was dressed in a military uniform, stood in front of everyone and said coldly,""Do you want to betray your country?"
"Fengtian is in danger, Dong... The north is in danger, and the 30 million villagers are in danger.”
"At a time like this, instead of working together to fight against the enemy, you fled.”
"You guys are also considered east... The Northern disciples?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The crowd was in an uproar.
These seemingly ordinary words were actually questions of the soul. Every word struck the hearts of the guards.
Since ancient times, loyalty to the monarch and love for the country had always been engraved on soldiers.
As an East…None of the soldiers of the Northern Army wanted to be poked in the back by their fellow countrymen.
Once word got out, how were they going to go home and stay in the East…North was a righteous man.
"I want to see how many of you are willing to be cowards.”
"If you want to go outside, stay where you are.”
"Those who want to stay behind to protect Fengtian, go to the right.”
Feng Xuan's eyes were like torches as he swept his gaze across the 500-odd guards present.
Gradually.
Under his gaze, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion showed signs of movement.
One by one, they stood on the right.
No one wanted to be a coward who was despised by tens of thousands of people.
He didn't want to be a shameless person who abandoned his family and career.
"No!"
"The young marshal has ordered us to head to Tianjin immediately.”
"Everyone, don't listen to this guy's rumors.”
Seeing this scene, Rong Ye panicked and shouted at the top of his lungs.
However, no one paid attention to him.
In just a few minutes.
Two distinct formations appeared at the entrance of the marshal's manor.
The one on the left only had a few dozen people, while the one on the right had gathered more than half of the guard battalion.
"Retreating before fighting will be regarded as a deserter and killed without mercy!”
Staring at the square formation with fewer people, Feng Xuan said coldly.
"Da da! Da da!"
Without any hesitation, the American soldiers pulled the triggers in their hands.
The orange muzzle flame lit up the night sky.
The dense rain of bullets covered the dozens of guards.
Even Rong Ye…The Chief of Staff of the Northern Border Defense Headquarters was beaten into a sieve.
Fresh blood dyed the ground red, making people tremble in fear.
For Feng Xuan, those who insisted on going to Tianjin were all Zhang Xiaoliu's hardcore supporters.
In Fengtian City, supporting Zhang Shao Shuai was equivalent to opposing him.
He would not tolerate a bomb that could explode at any time by his side.
"Drag him away!"
Without looking at the corpse on the ground, Feng Xuan waved his hand.
"Yes, sir!"
Dozens of American soldiers behind him dragged the corpses away from the scene.
However, the ground was not cleaned up, and the blood stains became deeper.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood, and the place was filled with killing intent.
The entire place was deathly silent.
All the guards looked at the handsome and tall figure at the front.
Just a minute ago, their colleague had been beaten into a sieve in front of their eyes.
From that moment on, no one regarded Feng Xuan as an ignorant young man.
He was a valiant and iron-blooded commander.
He could decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people in Fengtian with a single word.
"I think many of you don't know me, so I'll say a few more words.”
Feng Xuan strode to the front of the square formation of the Guards Battalion and said lightly,""My name is Feng Xuan, and my father is Feng Delin.”
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking.
All the guards were boiling with excitement.
As the personal guards of Young Marshal Zhang Xiaoliu, how could they not have heard the story of Third Master Feng?
In the past, Fengtian had two divisions. One was Zhang Yuting's 27th division, and the other was Feng Delin's 28th division.
At that time, Feng Delin was on equal footing with Zhang Yuting.
In the entire Fengtian and even the East... Feng San Ye's name was even more famous than Zhang Yuting's.
In the forest, everyone knew that Feng San Ye was the most loyal.
However, Feng Delin's name had gradually disappeared from the Feng family.
Even Feng Delin's eldest son, Feng Yong, had moved from the military to the cultural world.
But even so, Dong... The name of Third Master Feng still existed in the North.
"Honestly speaking, I, Feng Xuan, am not inferior to Zhang Xiaoliu.”
"If it wasn't for our bad luck, perhaps this Black Mountain White Water would have belonged to my Feng Clan.”
In front of everyone, Feng Xuan revealed a bitter smile.
In the end, the Feng family still lost to Zhang Yuting.
Otherwise, Feng Xuan might be able to become the East…The North Marshal.
These simple words won the favor of all the guards present.
They hated people with ambition the least, but they hated incompetent people the most.
For example, Rong Ye, who didn't know what he could do, just had to become everyone's battalion commander.
"To be honest, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse.”
"Even without the army, we still have our wealth.”
"Even if he doesn't, he'll still be a rich man if he escapes into the pass.”
"But why am I still here?”
"Have you thought about it?"
"That's because Dong... The north is our home."
"As an East... Northern man, I can't watch my house be taken over by the Japanese.”
His powerful words shocked everyone present.
Feng Xuan's figure suddenly became extremely tall and sturdy.
In stark contrast to Feng Xuan's imposing manner, the Guard Battalion was cowardly.
All the guards were ashamed.
As the personal guard of the Major, he was an elite soldier that had been passed down from Zhang Yuting's era.
Weapons and equipment, military pay, which one of them was not Judong…The crown of the northern army.
But they were in the east... When North encountered an unprecedented crisis, she did not choose to help but instead chose to escape.
How laughable!
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