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

Lin Qi laid bare their deepest, darkest sides on the table, leaving them no room for embarrassment whatsoever.

The faces of the Wang family and others turned ashen, yet they could not find a single word to refute them, because what Lin Qi said was exactly what they had been secretly plotting deep in their hearts.

The gentleman sat in the main seat and listened with great pleasure.

He had long seen through the selfish motives of these people, but he was troubled by the need to balance the various factions and had not dared to point it out.

Now, Lin Qi's sharp knife has pierced through all these rotten sores, bringing him immense pleasure.

But out of concern for Lin Qi, the gentleman knew he couldn't let the situation completely stalemate. He had to step in to salvage the situation and protect this outspoken young man.

The man deliberately put on a stern face and coughed.

"Taku, your words are too sharp and somewhat biased."

On the surface, the gentleman gently rebuked him, but his eyes revealed his approval: "You gentlemen are all old men who have followed me through thick and thin, and you are all for the country and the people. How could you have such selfish thoughts? You should not make unfounded assumptions."

After protecting Lin Qi, the gentleman smoothly steered the conversation back on track.

"However, since you've pointed out these drawbacks, in your opinion, how should the military academy's admission regulations be formulated? What kind of people do you want to recruit?!"

Lin Qi smiled and sat down again.

He has achieved the desired effect. The next step is to forcibly inject the genes of a modern industrialized army into this soon-to-be-established military academy.

"Four Iron Rules"

He picked up his teacup, his voice regaining its usual calmness.

"First, the age limit is strictly 18 to 25 years old; we won't accept anyone even a day older."

Someone was puzzled and was about to ask a question when Lin Qi gave the answer directly.

"This is the peak period for bone development and physical fitness, when plasticity is strongest. Too young and you can't handle it; too old and you're less obedient and can't shake off the social habits you've picked up."

"Second, extremely rigorous medical examinations."

Lin Qi looked at those warlords and generals.

"We don't check the Four Books and Five Classics, we only check the body. We check for tuberculosis, trachoma, and infectious diseases. The barracks are densely populated areas, and one person with tuberculosis can ruin an entire company. We check the arches of the feet. People with flat feet can't walk long distances and are eliminated immediately. Physical fitness is the foundation of this war machine. If the foundation is unstable, no matter how good the gun is, it's useless."

Those present were secretly shocked; they had never heard of such meticulous selection criteria, down to flat feet and trachoma.

"Third, the minimum educational requirement."

Lin Qi looked at Wang Shi: "We don't need high school students, elementary school graduates are enough. As long as they can understand basic infantry drill manuals, read the contour lines on military maps, and write a frontline battle report of no more than a hundred words, that's enough. What we need are junior officers who can execute orders without hesitation, not philosophers with divergent thinking. Giving junior officers too much education is a huge waste of resources."

Wang snorted coldly and turned her head away.

"Fourth, and most importantly, political vetting and family background checks."

Lin Qi's eyes turned unusually cold, exuding a ruthless aura.

"We don't want the sons of wealthy merchants or warlords. We focus on recruiting the sons of farmers from the bottom of society, the laborers. We recruit those whose families have been robbed by bandits, oppressed by old warlords, or whose parents have been exploited to death in foreign factories."

Upon hearing this, Liao Zikai's eyes lit up; it perfectly aligned with his concept of civilian armed forces.

Why recruit them?

Lin Qi asked and answered himself: "Because only those who have experienced despair and suffering, if you give them a gun, provide them with three meals a day, and tell them that this army is going to overthrow the enemies who exploit them, will treat this army as their own life. Only then will they shed their last drop of blood for a single command from their commander."

Lin Qi's voice echoed in the conference room.

"Suffering reshapes faith, and faith forges steel; this is the military spirit we must build."

It was a resounding statement.

The meeting room fell silent again, this time not out of embarrassment, but because everyone was completely shocked by Lin Qi's extremely comprehensive, cold-blooded yet incredibly scientific military building philosophy.

It broke with the conventional wisdom of warlords and politicians in the Republic of China on building an army, and directly presented the prototype of a modern industrialized army.

The gentleman sat in the main seat, his hands clasped tightly together, his face flushed with excitement.

This was the army he had always dreamed of—not mercenaries who risked their lives for money, not the private property of politicians, but a pure armed force with faith, discipline, and physical fitness.

"it is good."

The gentleman nodded emphatically, making the final decision: "Do as Tuo said. Write these four ironclad rules into the admission brochure exactly as they are and publish them nationwide."

The faces of Wang, Hu, and others were grim, but faced with Mr. Lin's iron fist and Lin Qi's impeccable logic, they could no longer find a single word to refute him and could only grit their teeth and admit it.

Chiang Kai-shek sat in his seat, extremely excited.

Having studied military affairs in Japan, he naturally knew that the soldiers selected by Lin Qi's standards were definitely hardworking and tough. As long as he recruited these people and trained them personally, Chiang Kai-shek would have the sharpest knife in the South in less than half a year.

The meeting was about to conclude successfully. The gentleman gestured for Chiang Kai-shek to take over the specific details of the student recruitment preparations.

Chiang Kai-shek stood up, straightened his uniform, and prepared to make a statement.

Just then, Lin Qi slowly put down his teacup.

The porcelain base made a soft sound as it touched the tabletop, interrupting Chiang Kai-shek's actions.

"Sir, the standards have been set, but the selection of examiners to implement these standards is also of paramount importance."

Lin Qi changed the subject, his gaze turning to Chiang Kai-shek who was standing there.

"Although Brother Chiang Kai-shek is the chairman of the preparatory committee and is a steady person, he is also cautious and takes precautions to avoid suspicion and to prevent his subordinates from secretly passing notes or using back channels."

Lin Qi smiled faintly as he looked at the elders in the room, each with a different expression.

"The final hurdle of this first round of admissions interviews must be personally overseen by me, the vice principal of this arsenal."

Chiang Kai-shek's smile froze instantly, and his chest, which had just straightened, stood still in mid-air.

What is Lin Qi trying to do?

Lin Qi stood up and said in a deep voice, "I have a special test question."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone: "Those who pass the first three rounds of physical examinations and cultural assessments and fail this final hurdle will be eliminated without exception, without any leniency."

The entire audience was stunned once again.

No one knows what tricks Dr. Lin, who is ruthless and cunning, is up to.

What kind of special exam questions are they planning to use to filter these first batch of students into terrifying monsters?

As darkness fell outside the window, the gas lamps in the conference room were turned on one by one.

Lin Qi smiled slightly at the astonished gentleman.

He set the rules of the game, and he was going to shuffle the cards himself.

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