"Swoosh!"
Hearing Rong Ye's words, all the guards stared at him.
As characters generated by the system, the guards only had one purpose in their hearts, and that was to serve Zhang Jing 'an.
Therefore, they would never allow anyone to insult Zhang Jing 'an.
"This…"
Looking at these elite soldiers with cold expressions, Rong Ye 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, Zhang Jing 'an laughed mockingly. He was indeed Rong Zhen's son, a spineless person.
"Although it's hard to believe, I still want to introduce myself.”
"I am Zhang Jingan, the second son of the commander of the Feng Army, Zhang Yuting.”
A cold voice rang out in front of the marshal's manor.
Instantly.
The crowd was in an uproar.
All the soldiers of the Guard Battalion looked at this young man in disbelief.
Since ancient times, loyalty to the monarch and love for the country had always been engraved on soldiers.
As a subordinate officer, their most important mission was to be loyal to the Three Eastern Provinces and the old Zhang family.
But now, the one inside was Zhang Shao Shuai, and the one outside was also the young master of the Zhang Clan.
"Today, my appearance here is not to ask you to target your former colleagues.”
"Everyone can choose to remain neutral or fight to the death with me.”
"Now, those who choose to be neutral, take a step to the left.”
Zhang Jing 'an's eyes were like torches as he fiercely swept his gaze across the 500 guards present.
Gradually.
Under his gaze, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion showed signs of movement.
One by one, they stood on the left.
In this day and age, no one was a fool. They did not dare to place bets casually, nor did they dare to act casually.
"No!"
"You can't believe this guy's rumors. The marshal's children are all in the courtyard.”
"He's an imposter."
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 hundred people, while the one on the right had gathered more than half of the guard battalion.
"Kill them!"
Staring at the smaller square formation, Zhang Jing 'an spat out one word.
"Da da! Da da!"
In the next moment.
Dozens of Browning light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time.
The orange muzzle flame shone in front of the marshal's residence.
A dense rain of bullets covered the hundred guards.
Even Rong Ye, the commander of the guards, was beaten into a sieve.
Fresh blood dyed the ground red, making people tremble in fear.
To Zhang Jing 'an, those who insisted on standing on the opposite side of him 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!"
Zhang Jingan waved his hand without looking at the corpse on the ground.
"Yes, sir!"
Dozens of guards 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.
The rest of the guards looked at the handsome and tall figure at the front, their expressions dull.
Just a minute ago, their colleague had been beaten into a sieve in front of their eyes.
From that moment on, no one treated Zhang Jing 'an as an ignorant kid anymore.
Commander Zhang's son was also a mighty and powerful king.
"I won't say anything else.”
"Now, both inside and outside the city are my people. I came here today to be the marshal.”
"If you are willing, you can join the Guard Battalion. If you are unwilling, you can put down your guns and go home.”
"I, Zhang Jingan, am not an executioner.”
Zhang Jing 'an took a step forward and stood in front of the guards.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking.
All the guards were boiling with excitement.
As the personal guards of Zhang Xiaoliu, how could they not know the situation in Fengtian?
The entire city was in Zhang Jing 'an's hands. Would the situation in the Marshal's Residence change today?
In other words, what did Zhang Xiaoliu have to make waves?
"Two months ago, the Japanese slaughtered countless people of Yan Huang in Qi Lu.”
"More than ten days ago, they killed your marshal in Huanggutun.”
"Now, the Japanese's Kwantung Army is stationed in Liaoyang City, which is less than 100 kilometers away from Fengtian.”
"The Japanese invaders have bullied us to this point, but those officials inside are still thinking about making peace.”
"Your Zhang Shao Shuai was willing to throw the revenge of his father to the back of his mind in order to take the throne.”
"Do you feel at ease when such a person becomes a marshal?”
"Are the 30 million villagers in the three eastern provinces at ease?”
His seemingly calm words shook the remaining guards 'trust in the young marshal and the current Administration of the Three Eastern Provinces.
In the entire country, there was no place that hated the Japanese more than outside the Great Wall.
From the beginning of the 1894 - 1895 period until now, the area outside the Great Wall had always been bullied by the Japanese.
All the men in the three eastern provinces were burning with desire to destroy the entire Japanese.
In the hearts of the officers and soldiers, they hated people with ambitions 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.
They didn't reject Zhang Jing 'an's desire to be a marshal, but they rejected their own incompetence.
"Here, I can tell everyone clearly.”
"If I become the marshal, the first thing I will do is take revenge.”
"Kill the devils and guard the pass."
"Anyone who talks about peace will be killed without mercy!"
Immediately after.
Zhang Jing 'an threw out another thunderbolt, completely shocking everyone present.
In the eyes of all the soldiers, his figure suddenly became incomparably imposing and tall.
In stark contrast to Zhang Jing 'an's imposing manner, the young marshal Zhang Xiaoliu 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.
Which of the three eastern provinces did not have the best weapons, equipment, and salary?
But what were they doing here?
They were here to protect those officials who had disregarded their country's hatred and wanted to negotiate peace with the Japanese.
This was simply preposterous!
"Marshal, I want to fight with you!"
At this moment, the first soldier of the Feng army stood up.
"Marshal, we also want to fight the Japanese with you.”
Immediately, the soldiers shouted.
All the soldiers of the Guards Battalion had submitted to Zhang Jing 'an.
"Alright, pass on my order. The rest of the guards will be transferred to the direct guard battalion.”
"Whenever there is a war, the guard camp will first send out the troops.”
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene had reached its peak, Zhang Jingan immediately gave the order.
"Yes, sir!"
The guards nodded in unison.
Immediately after.
The guard battalion commander, Chen Shusheng, quickly took these people out of the marshal's residence and accepted a new reorganization.
400 elite soldiers were enough to expand into two companies.
This way, the Guard Battalion had five companies and more than 1200 elite soldiers.
Just the number of people alone was comparable to the small groups under some warlords in the southwest.
Their firepower was invincible.
They had become Fengtian's true fist force.。
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