"I also didn't expect that the infant in swaddling clothes would actually stand in front of me in this manner.”
"Jingan, what do you want?”
Zhang Zuoxiang, who was originally sitting on the left side, revealed a bitter expression.
As a veteran general of the Feng Army, he was Zhang Yuting's most valued sworn brother.
Of course, it was impossible for him not to know Zhang Jing 'an, the tragic Second Young Master of the Zhang family.
Even Zhang Jing 'an being placed in Xinmin as the head of the security team was partly due to his contribution.
He had been through a lot since he was a child. He had been admitted to the German Military Command Academy at the age of 18 and graduated as the top student.
In the entire Fengtian, perhaps only Feng Yong could compare to him.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoliu, if it wasn't for Zhang Yuting, he wouldn't have had so much fame.
Those battles, which one of them wasn't Guo Songling and Yang Yuting's credit?
Because of this, Elder Zhang suggested that Zhang Yuting arrange for Zhang Jing 'an to be transferred to Xinmin.
For the next few years, Zhang Jing 'an was under surveillance until everyone thought that he had lost his will.
However, no one expected that a few years later, Zhang Jing 'an would lead his men into the marshal's manor and appear in front of everyone.
Looking at the elite soldiers armed to the teeth around him, he could not help but sigh.
Zhang Zuoxiang knew very well that Zhang Jing 'an had the Marshal's Mansion.
At this special time, Zhang Jing 'an's appearance was not a coincidence.
"Old Zhang shouldn't be asking me this question, you should be asking yourselves.”
"The 30 million villagers outside the pass have raised such a large army.”
"What they want is for you to be able to protect your country and protect this land.”
"Right now, the Japanese Kwantung Army is less than a hundred kilometers away in Liaoyang, but what are you doing?”
"Even your king was blown up by the Japanese, and you're still fighting for power here. You even want to greet the Japanese with a smile.”
"Doesn't your conscience hurt?”
Looking around, Zhang Jing 'an's eyes were as sharp as blades as he said coldly.
"This…"
Hearing this.
Most of the people present lowered their heads.
Just as Zhang Jing 'an had said, the shame in their hearts could no longer be concealed.
"Let me ask you one thing now. Are you going to fight?”
Zhang Jing 'an said in a deep voice, his eyes burning like torches.
"The East Japanese are powerful, don't act rashly!”
Ji Jinchun, the commander of the 15th division, refuted Zhang Jingan's words.
"So, you don't want to fight?”
Zhang Jing 'an's eyes became extremely cold as he scanned the crowd.
What was the use of having an army that couldn't listen to his orders, an army that couldn't even protect the people?
"It's not that we don't want to fight, it's just that..."
"That's right. How strong are the Japanese? Can we win?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the officers began to retort.
"A soldier's duty is to obey orders. Good, very good.”
When Zhang Jing 'an heard that, he smiled and couldn't help but applaud in agreement.
However, no one saw the cold killing intent hidden under that smile.
Gradually, Zhang Jing 'an waved his hand gently.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The guards who were already prepared immediately pulled the trigger.
With a crisp sound, a few high-ranking officers were shot in the head.
Red and white things splattered everywhere.
A group of people who didn't even have the courage to defend against foreign enemies, what qualifications did they have to continue living in this world?
From the beginning, Zhang Jing 'an understood that the Feng Army, which was full of warlord habits, was still stuck between families.
They had never thought that the army was the army of the country. The existence of the army was to protect the lives and property of the people.
Since that was the case, what else was there to say?
Then he would kill, kill his way to a bright and clear sky, a golden age!
The sudden change shocked everyone present. The higher-ups of the Feng lineage were all shocked.
Ji Jinchun, the commander of the 15th division, Hu Yukun, the commander of the 16th division, and Ji Yiqiao, the commander of the 29th division, were killed in front of him.
Even Old Zhang looked at the handsome young man in disbelief.
Of course, what they didn't know was that the 17th army's commander, Rong Zhen, had also been shot by Zhang Jing 'an.
In other words, all the high-ranking officers of Yang Yuting's 4th division were gone.
It was equivalent to eliminating all forces.
"Now we can have a good chat!”
Smiling, Zhang Jing 'an glanced at the higher-ups of the Feng lineage.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air when they met his gaze.
"You... What do you want?"
Fu Shuangying, the commander of the 11th division, could not help but ask.
"Me? Don't you know what I want to do?”
Zhang Jing 'an shrugged." The Japanese have mobilized all their forces. The Kwantung Army, the military police, and the local soldiers have all gathered in Liaoyang.”
"If we miss such a good opportunity, wouldn't we be disgracing our ancestors?”
"Anyone who talks about peace will be killed without mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot rang out. The bullet pierced through the temple of the officer who had asked the question just now, and blood spurted out.
For a moment, the entire place was deathly silent, and everyone was trembling.
In their hearts, the young man in front of them was simply a devil who took people's lives.
"We will now begin the first proposal of the Supreme Administrative Council of the Three Eastern Provinces.”
Looking down at everyone, Zhang Jing 'an waved his hand indifferently.
Beside him, a few guards dragged the corpse out.
This scene made the higher-ups of the Feng lineage even more terrified.
"Abolish Zhang Xiaoliu from his position as the chief commander of the security forces in the three eastern provinces.”
Zhang Jing 'an said lightly.
"No, this is impossible."
" How can you be a marshal?!"
Upon hearing this, the entire place was in an uproar.
The higher-ups of the Feng lineage couldn't care less about their fear and started discussing.
The position of a commander was the position of a ruler that gathered the military and politics into one. The power of life and death was in the hands of one person.
In the past, Zhang Yuting had won over Wu Junsheng, Feng Delin, and other old brothers with his tough tactics and smooth style. Only then did he stabilize his position as the marshal.
But now that Zhang Yuting was dead, the old Feng lineage members, including Tang Yulin, would not agree to Zhang Jing 'an's suggestion.
The new faction led by Yang Yuting was even more unwilling to have a grandfather above them.
"What is the tradition of the Feng lineage?”
Ignoring the noise in the hall, Zhang Jing 'an turned to look at Old Zhang.""You said that, right?”
Although Zhang Zuoxiang was very unwilling to answer, he finally nodded and admitted that he had said it.
Back then, he had said this to protect his brotherhood and help Zhang Xiaoliu ascend the throne.
However, he never expected Zhang Jing 'an to appear out of nowhere.
"Even if he's a marshal, it should be a marshal. Since when did it become your turn?”
At this moment, Chang Yinhuai straightened his body and spoke righteously.
"That's right!"
"That's how it should be!"
Everyone chimed in with excitement.。
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