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

While Lin Qi was running a flight school in Guangzhou with great enthusiasm, frantically accumulating power for air supremacy.

Thousands of miles away, in Beiping, where spring is ending in a cold snap.

Zhongnanhai, study.

The earthenware was burning hot, and Zhang Zuolin squinted his walnut-shaped eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, Yang Yuting, the chief of staff of the Fengtian Army, was holding a newspaper sent from Shanghai that was reporting extensively on the recruitment of students for the Huangpu Aviation Branch School.

His face was ashen, and he strode up to Zhang Zuolin, placing the newspaper on the desk.

"General! Look! Take a good look!"

Yang Yuting's face was filled with rage, his eyes flashing with resentment and jealousy: "Release the tiger back into the mountain! You've raised a tiger to cause trouble! Commander!"

"Lin Qi's ambition is simply boundless! He's only been back in Guangzhou for a few days, and he's already launching a massive air force operation! Recruiting talent nationwide—what is he trying to do?!"

As he spoke, Yang Yuting's body trembled slightly, as he tried to infect Zhang Zuolin with his fear.

"General, you've seen the power of the air force in the Dongjiang battle report. If Lin Qi is allowed to continue developing like this, within two years, the Southern Air Force will surpass our Fengtian Air Force! At that time, they will definitely be a formidable enemy in our quest to unify the world!"

"General, let's stick to my previous plan and send assassins to Guangzhou to eliminate him once and for all, getting rid of this formidable enemy!"

"Bang!"

No sooner had Yang Yuting finished speaking than the wooden door to the study was violently pushed open from the outside!

A cold draft instantly rushed into the study.

Zhang Hanqing, who had just returned from the military camp, had an icy expression on his face and stepped into the study with a chilling murderous aura.

He pointed directly at Yang Yuting's nose and cursed mercilessly, "What the hell are you spouting? You dare kill my older brother?!"

"Yang Yuting! Stop trying to demoralize the troops!"

Zhang Hanqing's eyes were bloodshot, like a tiger protecting its cubs.

"So what if my elder brother is building a flight school in the south? That's to strengthen the National Revolution! My elder brother is an asset to my father and me in unifying the country! How did he become a formidable enemy? What are you up to, repeatedly trying to sow discord here?! And even plotting an assassination? As the old saying goes, once or twice is acceptable, but a third or fourth time is not. You're just bullying my elder brother all the time."

Zhang Hanqing grew increasingly angry, directly reopening Yang Yuting's old wounds. "Don't forget! A few months ago in Tianjin, if it weren't for my elder brother's mercy and consideration for the bigger picture, you'd still be Feng Huanzhang's prisoner! Your head would have been chopped off by the Northwest Army and used as a football! You don't know how to be grateful; you even stabbed me in the back. You're worse than an animal!"

After saying that, Zhang Hanqing approached Yang Yuting.

After more than half a year of experience in political maneuvering, Zhang Hanqing has indeed grown.

If it were a year ago, upon hearing Yang Yuting slander Lin Qi like this, and even threatening to send assassins, he would have already drawn his gun and pressed it against the other man's forehead.

Now, he merely narrowed his eyes slightly, using his status and gaze to suppress the other party relentlessly.

Yang Yuting's expression changed instantly when his sore spot was touched in public.

Being nearly captured alive by Feng Huanzhang was the greatest humiliation of his life.

He bit his lip in humiliation, preparing to open his mouth and forcefully argue back, trying to save face in front of Zhang Zuolin.

"Enough! You son of a bitch! Shut the hell up!"

Sitting behind his desk, smoking his pipe and observing coldly, Zhang Zuolin let out an angry shout!

He slammed his pipe heavily on the table, making a sharp sound that interrupted their argument.

Zhang Zuolin stood up, a chilling glint of ferocity flashing in his walnut-shaped eyes.

He ignored Yang Yuting's advice and did not try to appease his son's anger.

He simply waved his hand and sneered, "It's just an aviation branch school. We haven't even seen a plane yet, it's not even close to completion! What are you getting so worked up about, Lin Ge? And Xiao Liu, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself getting so angry? I'm not dead yet, not old yet, I won't be led by the nose!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and pointed to the map on the wall.

He laughed loudly, "It's our Fengtian Army that's been idle for too long; it's time to make some noise!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hanqing and Yang Yuting were both stunned, sensing the suffocating killing intent emanating from Zhang Zuolin.

Yang Yuting reacted quickly, a thought flashing through his mind, and his breathing became rapid: "General... do you mean we should head south, cross the Yellow River, and drink from the Yangtze River?!"

After hearing this, Zhang Hanqing realized what was happening, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at his own father with disbelief in his eyes.

In the original timeline, although the Fengtian clique won the Second Zhili-Fengtian War, it faced too many obstacles after entering the pass.

In order to digest the territories of Zhili and Shandong and to suppress the remaining Zhili forces in various places, the Fengtian Army lingered in Beiping for more than half a year. It was not until the end of 1925 that it was able to free up its hands and begin to tentatively expand southward.

But now, this spacetime has been altered from its original trajectory by Lin Qi's unseen hand!

The two biggest obstacles vanished without a trace!

The first obstacle was Feng Huanzhang, a treacherous servant who served three masters, whom he found like a thorn in his side.

Because of Lin Qi's series of treacherous schemes in Tianjin, Feng Huanzhang was falsely accused and condemned by the entire world.

In order to protect itself, this Northwest wolf pretended to relinquish military power, and the Northwest Army retreated to its old stronghold in Chahar in a sorry state.

The second, and most surreal, reason is the death of Xu Shuzheng!

Lin Yong used a cup of poisoned wine to end the life of the Anhui clique's most brilliant strategist.

Just as Xu Shuzheng said before his death, as long as he, Xu Shuzheng, lived, Duan Qirui's heart would not die, and he would always think about restoring the Anhui clique.

And now, Xu Shuzheng is dead!

The pitch-black coffin not only contained Xiao Shanzi's body, but also completely buried Duan Qirui's last remaining spirit.

This once powerful figure in the Beiyang government, who had once rebuilt the Republic three times and dominated the political landscape, felt his spinal cord drained the moment he saw his beloved disciple's corpse, turning him into a withered, frail old man.

Duan Hefei is now a clay idol on its deathbed, with no more ambition to revive the Anhui clique.

At the power table, all the heavyweight players are either dead, have fled, or are crippled.

Only the Fengtian clique remains, dominating the market!

"father!"

Zhang Hanqing's keen intuition made him realize the danger involved.

"You mean heading south? But that traitor Feng Huanzhang is in Chahar, too close to our backyard! That wolf could bite us at any moment, we have to be on guard! If we're going to head south, we must leave a large force in Beiping to hold the line!"

Hearing his son's worries, Zhang Zuolin's old face broke into a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He stood up and strode over to the military map hanging on the wall.

She turned her head to look at her son, her eyes gleaming with the cunning of an old fox.

"Little Liu, it seems you've been spending too much time with that monster Lin Tuozhi. Your brain has definitely become much sharper, and you've even started looking after the backyard."

Zhang Zuolin nodded approvingly, then changed the subject, his tone revealing an air of domineering arrogance: "Your concerns are reasonable, but there are things you don't know!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger like a sharp sword and stabbed it hard at the location of Chahar on the map.

"That son of a bitch Feng Huanzhang isn't even in Chahar!"