Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

After hearing Lin Qi's crazy plan, which seemed both imaginative and meticulously crafted, Zhang Hanqing was completely stunned.

Looking at his sworn brother, who was calm and calculating, he felt an uncontrollable shiver run from his tailbone to the top of his head.

That's ruthless! That's absolutely brilliant!

In a life-or-death situation, he not only remained calm but also devised a perfect escape route in just a few minutes by taking advantage of his opponent's psychological blind spots!

"Big brother...you're amazing...I'm impressed..."

Zhang Hanqing swallowed hard, his eyes filled with an overwhelming level of admiration.

Without any hesitation, he leaned forward and slapped the back of the driver's seat hard.

"Old Tan! Did you hear what my older brother said?!"

Zhang Hanqing's voice regained the dignity and decisiveness of the young marshal.

"Turn right at the next intersection! We're not going to Erdaogou! Floor the gas! Head straight for the North City Military Station! Anyone who dares to block our way today, just ram them!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Without a word, driver Tan swerved the steering wheel sharply, and the Ford Model T drew a graceful arc on the dirt road, its tires kicking up clouds of dust.

With a deafening roar from the engine, the car sped off like a mad beast toward the north of Fengtian City!

Inside the car, Lin Qi closed his eyes, feeling the push-back sensation brought about by the car's violent acceleration.

He coldly murmured to himself:

"Yang Yuting, old man, this game has only just begun. Once I'm back in the south, training my troops and getting all the fighter jets ready, we'll settle this score properly!"

……

North of Fengtian City, a military freight station.

In the depths of autumn beyond the Great Wall, the cold wind already carried a hint of chill.

A black armored train consisting of six carriages resembled a steel behemoth lurking on the tracks, its towering chimney spewing out thick white steam and hissing.

This special train is the same one that Zhang Hanqing took to Dalian to connect with Lin Qi yesterday. It is still on the backup track, ready to be dispatched at any time.

"squeak……!!!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the black Ford Model T sedan, like a wild horse that had run out of steam, performed an extremely wild drift, its tires carving two deep furrows in the cinder and gravel-strewn ground, before coming to a steady stop on the platform in front of the special train.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the door was opened.

Zhang Hanqing quickly got off the car, ripped open the collar of his hunting jacket, and strode toward the officer on duty on the platform.

"A...corps commander?!"

The captain, who was patrolling the platform, was startled and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The dozen or so Fengtian Army soldiers around them, armed with rifles, straightened their backs and straightened their backs.

"Get the boilers to maximum heat immediately! Notify the dispatch center to clear all the tracks along the route!"

Zhang Hanqing's face turned ashen, and his tone was unfriendly.

The captain was taken aback, and stammered, "Commander... Commander, where are you going?"

"go……"

Just as Zhang Hanqing was about to utter the word "Jilin," a slender, fair, and steady hand suddenly reached out from the side and gently pressed on his shoulder.

"Hanqing, what's the rush?"

Lin Qi's voice remained calm, with a gentle smile, as if he were really going to Changbai Mountain for hunting and leisure.

Zhang Hanqing turned around abruptly, his face full of confusion and anxiety.

What time is it?!

The assassins Yang Yuting sent might already be on their way, and Big Brother still has the nerve to laugh?!

"Big brother, you..."

Zhang Hanqing was about to speak when Lin Qi stopped him with a look.

Lin Qi chuckled and said, "Hanqing, I suddenly remembered that Xiao Jia is all alone in the Marshal's Mansion, unfamiliar with the place and with nothing to do. How can we brothers go to Changbai Mountain to hunt bears without him? It's such a great trip, how can we not take him along?"

Zhang Hanqing was completely stunned, staring at Lin Qi as if he were an alien, his mind buzzing.

Xiao Jia? Lu Xiao Jia?!

That spoiled brat who spends all his time going to brothels and dating celebrities?!

Why take him there?!

Shall we go give the bear some extra food?!

"Big brother!"

Zhang Hanqing lowered his voice: "What do you mean?! Time is life! Going to pick up that good-for-nothing will take at least an hour round trip! What if Yang Yuting realizes this and sends troops to surround the station?!"

As he spoke, veins bulged on his forehead. Zhang Hanqing truly couldn't understand why his usually shrewd and decisive elder brother would make such a basic and outrageous mistake at such a critical moment of life and death!

However, Lin Qi remained calm and composed, slightly turning his head and coldly uttering five words in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Do as I say."

There was no explanation, no discussion, only orders.

Zhang Hanqing was taken aback. He glanced at the station staff around him who were looking in his direction, knowing that he absolutely could not reveal any flaws now. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the questions in his heart, and turned to the driver standing next to the car.

"Old Tan! Didn't you hear what my elder brother said?! Go! Drive back to the Marshal's Mansion immediately and bring Young Master Lu here! Tell him that my elder brother and I invited him to go hunting in Changbai Mountain, and he won't come back until he catches a bear!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Without uttering a single word, driver Lao Tan got into the Ford sedan, slammed the steering wheel, and the car roared again, speeding off towards Fengtian.

Watching the car disappear into the cloud of dust, Zhang Hanqing felt like a deflated balloon, frantically praying that Yang Yuting's reaction would be slower, just a little slower...

……

The Marshal's Mansion.

In a quiet courtyard used to receive distinguished guests, in the main room, Lu Xiaojia was lying sprawled out on a daybed, idly playing with a Western-style lighter in his hand.

"Click, click."

The flames flickered on and then went out, reflecting on Lu Xiaojia's face, which was filled with excessive indulgence and extreme depression.

Lu Xiaojia is very irritable right now, extremely irritable.

In Shanghai, how glamorous and influential was Young Master Lu?

With his father, the military governor of Zhejiang, as his powerful backer, he was a man who could do whatever he wanted in Shanghai.

Wherever she goes, she's the center of attention.

To put it bluntly, if Lu Xiaojia were to stomp his foot, Shanghai would tremble.

But now?

In this city of Fengtian outside the Great Wall, within the high walls and courtyards of the Marshal's Mansion, he suddenly realized that he was nothing more than a fart.

This is the old marshal's territory, the headquarters of the Fengtian Army. Here, from top to bottom, no one cares whether he is the son of the military governor of Zhejiang.

What made Lu Xiaojia feel even more aggrieved was that he and Lin Qi had arrived in Fengtian together, but their treatment was completely different!

Lin Qi was treated as an honored guest by the old marshal and addressed as "Big Brother" by the young marshal.

But what about Lu Xiaojia?

Nominally, he was a distinguished guest, but in reality, he was like a clay idol being worshipped. He was treated to good food and drink, but no one paid him any attention.

"Damn it, in the end, it's because that old man at home has too little territory and too few guns!"

Lu Xiaojia slammed the lighter onto the bed, then got up and irritably rubbed her hair.

Having spent so long in Shanghai, although he was a playboy, he still had a keen political sense.

He knew very well that his father Lu Yongxiang's situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang was becoming increasingly precarious. Qi Xieyuan of the Zhili clique had been recruiting soldiers and was eyeing Zhejiang covetously. It seemed that a major battle was inevitable, and the troops under his father's command were no match for the Zhili clique.

Once his father falls from power, everything he owns in Shanghai—mansions, beautiful women, status, and money—will vanish into thin air.

Even those he had previously dealt with would pounce on him like hungry wolves and tear him to pieces.

This is why he shamelessly begged Lin Qi to come to Fengtian with him.

He wanted to curry favor with the powerful Fengtian clique and find a way out for himself and the Lu family.

Originally, he got up early this morning, intending to get closer to Lin Qi and Zhang Hanqing, and also to sound out their opinions, to see if he could get the Fengtian Army to provide some military support to Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

When asked, the servants in the courtyard said that the young marshal and Mr. Lin had gone out of town to hunt early in the morning.

hunt?!

Screw hunting!

Lu Xiaojia was so angry that he almost smashed the table. They didn't even take him along when they went out to play. It was obvious that they didn't consider him one of their own!

Just as he was feeling sorry for himself and lamenting his father's lack of ambition, wondering how the old and young marshals would dare to ignore him if he had a strong and well-equipped army like Wu Ziyu, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Young Master Lu! Is Young Master Lu here?"

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