"Ta Ta!"
After dealing with the mutiny of the Guards Battalion, Zhang Jing 'an strode straight into the marshal's manor.
This one stood horizontally in the east... The magnificent building on the ground of Peking University had once served as the center of power.
The front, east, middle, west, and back courtyards, as well as some buildings outside the courtyards, formed a huge cluster of buildings.
As early as Zhang Yuting's era, the marshal's manor already had dozens of buildings of various styles.
Among them, the big brothel, the small brothel, and the red brothel in the west courtyard were the most prominent.
After that, Zhang Xiaoliu added another floor for the Fourth Lady of Zhao.
The marshal's manor became even larger.
Ding-dong. A special location has been detected-Marshal's Mansion. Host, please make one of the following choices:
"Option 1: Destroy the marshal's mansion. One million dollars!"
"Option 2: Do nothing. Reward: 300 M4 Sherman tanks!”
" Option 3: Take down the marshal's mansion and make it your own camp. Reward: 100,000 Mauser K98 rifles!”
At this moment, a mechanical notification sounded in Zhang Jingan's mind.
He immediately made his choice, System, I choose 2.”
Destroying the marshal's manor was impossible.
The construction cost alone was more than a million dollars, let alone such a modern building.
In the future, it might become a foundation that his descendants could rely on.
As for living in the marshal's manor, Zhang Jingan didn't have such thoughts.
In his life, Zhang Yuting had never fulfilled his responsibility as a father. Even if he went abroad to study, it was all thanks to Feng Delin.
He had never had any desire for the so-called residence of the Zhang family.
At the moment, he was more resentful.
Moreover, 100,000 Mauser K98 rifles were very important to any force.
However, for Zhang Jing 'an, who was about to control the entire Fengtian, it was of little value.
The Mauser K98 rifle was a classic single-shot bolt-shot rifle, but its design was based on the German.
Compared to the Germanic people, the Yanhuang people were more capable and weren't suitable to use the original Mauser K98 rifle.
On the contrary, the Liao Thirteen Style produced by the Fengtian Munitions Factory was more suitable for the Yan Huang people.
Ding-dong. The host has made a choice. You have received 300 M4 Sherman tanks!
Another system notification sounded, and Zhang Jing 'an's face revealed a happy expression.
In September 1941, the M4 Sherman medium tank was finalized across the ocean.
As the most frequently used medium-sized tank in World War II, the Sherman was known for its sturdiness, reliability, and durability.
In history, the total production of Sherman medium tanks reached an astonishing 49234.
Even though this tank's firepower was indeed weaker than the T34 and Leopard of the same level.
However, the 75mm L/40 cannon was enough to destroy everything on the Asian battlefield.
In front of the M4 Sherman tank, the Japanese were as fragile as toys.
Moreover, the Leopard and T34 were both medium-sized tanks developed in the late 1930s.
It was only the end of the 20th century. The difference between the two sides was nearly ten years, and the gap in technology was huge.
Therefore, the M4 Sherman medium tank was invincible in the world, at least for now.
A total of 300 M4 Sherman medium tanks could form an armored division.
However, Zhang Jingan thought about it and decided not to retrieve it from the system.
The reason was a little funny, but it made people think deeply.
In the entire three eastern provinces, there were less than a thousand people who knew how to drive a tank, let alone a complete tank fleet.
In fact, the Feng army did not pay much attention to tanks.
This wasn't just the weakness of the Feng army, but also the weakness of the entire world's military at this stage.
At least before the Germanic war, before the blitzkrieg, tanks were far less important than mules and horses.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Jing 'an continued to walk into the marshal's mansion.
Walking through the main entrance, a white marble screen wall with a ridge and eaves engraved with the words Hongxi appeared in front of everyone.
He crossed the wall and entered.
At the same time, in the meeting hall of the marshal's residence.
Elder Zhang, Yang Yuting, and the others who were discussing the matter heard the commotion outside the door.
"Ta Ta!"
However, before they could react, a group of elite soldiers armed to the teeth barged in.
In the middle was a valiant young man in a military uniform.
"Ha! Everyone's here. It's good!"
Glancing at the crowd, Zhang Jingan walked to the seat of honor and sat down.
The elite soldiers next to him were divided into two rows, sealing off the entire meeting room.
"Who are you?"
"This is the marshal's manor, you can't be impudent!”
A plump middle-aged man in a black robe immediately questioned.
Glancing at him, Zhang Jing 'an said calmly,"
"Director of the Jing-Feng railway, acting chief of the Ministry of Transportation. Oh, right, I should call you the governor of the Black Province, Chang Yinhuai.”
"The person beside you must be Zhang Yuting's trusted advisor, Yang Yuting.”
"Looks like that old fellow's judgment isn't that good.”
"He just died, and his son, trusted aides, and old brothers are all busy fighting for power.”
"If I remember correctly, it has been 16 days since we left Huanggutun. The first seven days have already passed.”
"All of you are really filial, loyal, and patriotic!”
Words full of sarcasm echoed throughout the hall.
Everyone's faces turned gloomy and ugly at the same time.
"I heard that you, Yang Yuting, always say that you're a child who doesn't know any better.”
"Why, you want to be Lu Buwei?"
Hearing this, the young commander Zhang Xiaoliu almost wanted to kill someone.
At this moment, Yang Yuting was not only confused, but also angry.
He was angry because of today's situation, but he was angry because Zhang Jingan had said everything that was on his mind.
"Enough."
"Who do you think you are? How dare you comment on the high officials of my Feng lineage.”
"Guards, where are the guards? Quickly take this guy down.”
Zhang Xiaoliu couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore and immediately roared.
Unfortunately, no matter how he shouted, no one replied.
The entire mansion was now under Zhang Jing 'an's control.
"Dong! Thump! Dong!"
Zhang Jingan knocked on the table.
It was as if it was knocking on everyone's hearts, causing the atmosphere to become extremely heavy.
He looked at the kind-looking old man in a khaki military uniform on the first left.
He said,"
"Old Zhang will be the prime minister."
"I'm sure you've already guessed it.”
"Then you will tell them my identity.”
What was that?
Hearing this.
Everyone looked at Zhang Zuoxiang.
Zhang Zuoxiang actually knew the identity of the young man in military uniform in front of him.
Who exactly was he?
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