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

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

Upon hearing Zhang Zuolin's words, Yang Yuting and Zhang Hanqing were both stunned, staring at him in astonishment.

Not in Chahar?

Where could he, commanding 100,000 Northwest Army soldiers, possibly go?!

"General, is this intelligence accurate?!"

Yang Yuting hurriedly stepped forward and pressed for an answer.

Zhang Zuolin sneered repeatedly, his eyes full of mockery: "I spend hundreds of thousands of silver dollars a year buying intelligence, how could it be false?! This traitor, he was swindled out of his underwear by Lin Tuozhi in Tianjin, he knows his power base is insufficient. He's already crossed the border and is in Russian territory!"

"In the Soviet Union?!"

"That's right! That bastard went to the Soviet Union seeking military and economic aid!"

Zhang Zuolin spat dismissively, "The Russians won't act until they see a clear benefit. Feng Huanzhang is probably over there like a beggar, haggling with them. He won't be back anytime soon for this kind of begging business!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuting and Zhang Hanqing suddenly realized what was going on!

The Northwest Army was leaderless, and Feng Huanzhang was far away in Moscow.

What does this mean?

This means that the Fengtian clique's last stumbling block in the north has lost its deterrent power in a short period of time!

They really don't need to have any scruples!

A surge of fervent fighting spirit instantly filled the study.

The two men perked up, eager to prepare for their upcoming southward expedition.

However, beneath their equally excited exteriors, the two core figures of the Fengtian clique harbored completely different intentions.

In Zhang Hanqing's mind, the affluence of the Jiangnan water towns appeared, along with the magnificent scene of him leading the Third Army Corps' iron torrent, watering his horses on the banks of the Yangtze River.

He fantasized that once he had conquered half the country, he could stand confidently before Lin Qi, and together with his sworn brother, one in the south and one in the north, they would be equals and rule the world together!

Behind Yang Yuting's gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes gleamed with a cold, venomous light, like those of a viper.

"Head south...and cross the Yangtze River!"

He roared madly in his heart.

"As soon as the Fengtian Army crosses the Yangtze River, I will personally supervise the battle and march straight to Guangzhou in one fell swoop! Lin Tuozhi, the humiliation you have caused me, I will capture you alive and tear you to pieces on the day Guangzhou falls!"

Just as the atmosphere in the study reached its peak, and the two had their own plans,

"General! I'm here!"

A loud, gruff voice, like a broken gong, came from outside the door.

Before he could finish speaking, the study door was pushed open.

The strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the cold wind, violently rushed into the study.

A burly man, easily 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and a face full of scars, strode in with earth-shaking steps.

The person who came was wearing an ill-fitting woolen overcoat, which was stretched taut by the fat on their stomach.

He was wearing a military cap, and two Mauser pistols were prominently displayed at his waist.

The way he stood there was like an iron tower, exuding an undisguised bandit-like aura.

It was none other than the infamous "Dog Meat General" and "Three-No-Knows General," Zhang Zongchang!

As soon as Zhang Zongchang entered, he shouted with a loud laugh, "General! You summoned me here, is there another battle to be fought?! My White Russian soldiers haven't had any meat for days, their knives are practically rusting!"

Upon seeing this clown, Zhang Zuolin's tense face instantly relaxed, and he burst into laughter, completely unbothered by his rudeness.

"Hello, Hsiao-kun! Come here quickly!"

Zhang Zuolin waved to Zhang Zongchang.

Zhang Zongchang strode over, first giving Zhang Zuolin a half-hearted military salute, then turning to Yang Yuting, grinning and revealing yellow teeth: "Chief of Staff Yang, still awake in the middle of the night? Are you plotting something again? Hahaha!"

Yang Yuting frowned slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, but because Zhang Zuolin was present, he simply nodded coldly and ignored this scoundrel he had always looked down on.

Zhang Zongchang didn't care. He turned to look at Zhang Hanqing and patted Zhang Hanqing's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, causing Zhang Hanqing to stumble.

"Young Marshal! You're still so thin after just a few days! Come to my camp tomorrow, and I'll stew you two pots of dog meat to help you recover!"

Zhang Hanqing didn't take it to heart, knowing that this was his father's favorite general, and chuckled as he rubbed his shoulder: "Xiaokun, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't afford to eat dog meat."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Zuolin's smile vanished, replaced by a cold and stern expression.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Yuting.

"Lingge! Go back now! Wake up everyone in the staff! Develop a detailed plan for the southward offensive tonight!"

Zhang Zuolin pointed heavily at the Jinpu Railway line on the map: "Three days later! Xiaokun will lead the charge! Three hundred thousand Fengtian troops will sweep along the Jinpu Railway, leaving no stone unturned! A month later, the Fengtian army's advance will reach Shanghai!"

"Yes, Commander! I'll take care of it right away! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Yang Yuting put his legs together, his leather boots clicking crisply, saluted, and then turned and strode out of the study.

Upon hearing that he would be leading the charge, Zhang Zongchang rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes gleaming: "General, just you wait and see! I, Old Zhang, will lead my Russian soldiers, and even if we have to bite them open, we'll bite the gates of Shanghai open for you!"

……

three days later.

Three hundred thousand Fengtian troops roared outside Beiping.

A detailed plan for the southward campaign, stamped with the seal of Marshal Zhang Zuolin, was officially distributed to the entire army.

Zhang Zongchang was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the advance force heading south.

He led his well-equipped army of tens of thousands, including White Russian armored train units, like a mudslide, sweeping southward along the Jinpu Railway.

However, amidst the fervent atmosphere of swearing an oath before setting off, cracks were quietly widening within the Fengtian Army.

The outskirts of Beijing, the garrison of the Third Army.

Deputy Commander Guo Songling stood outside the tent, his face ashen as he watched trains loaded with Zhang Zongchang's troops depart southward, trembling with rage.

"This is utter nonsense!"

Guo Songling gritted his teeth and complained to his adjutant.

"That bandit Zhang Zongchang, what does he know about modern warfare?! His troops are undisciplined, they only know how to burn, kill, and loot! The commander-in-chief actually entrusted him with leading the charge in this crucial battle to establish the dynasty?!"

Guo Songling's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"The Third Army is the true elite of the Fengtian Army! It's an iron army that has received formal tactical training! If we don't use our elite troops and instead use a bandit, in the end, it will only be the Fengtian Army that loses face!"

The rift between generals and commanders, fueled by the unequal distribution of power and credit, grew wildly like poisonous weeds.

However, Zhang Zongchang's vanguard, which Guo Songling looked down upon, was unstoppable.

The historical trajectories converge at this moment.

Zhang Zongchang's troops demonstrated a brutal pace of advance.

His White Russian soldiers led the charge, advancing along the Jinpu Railway like autumn leaves being swept away, capturing Cangzhou, Dezhou, and Jinan all the way.

The remaining forces of the Zhili clique were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the brutal White Russian soldiers who held bottles in one hand and guns in the other.

The news of the Fengtian Army's unstoppable southward advance spread like a magnitude 12 earthquake throughout the entire country!

The warlords and politicians all over the world were stunned by the sudden and overwhelming appetite of the Fengtian clique to devour the world!

Upon hearing this news, Wu Peifu, who had fled to Hubei, coughed violently, spitting out bright red blood, his eyes filled with despair: "It's over... our direct lineage has been completely destroyed by that little Zhang..."

Sun Chuanfang, who was entrenched in the southeast, was even more uneasy.

He paced back and forth in the governor's mansion, his face ashen, and immediately ordered all frontline troops to enter a state of maximum combat readiness.

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