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

When news of the Fengtian Army's southward advance reached Guangzhou, the entire headquarters was thrown into a state of panic.

No one expected Zhang Zuolin to act so quickly!

The principal's office at the Whampoa Military Academy.

Chang was like an ant on a hot pan, clutching the battle report from the north tightly in his hand, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Unable to maintain his composed and commanding demeanor, he stormed out of the office and ordered the driver to rush the car to the Huangpu branch school.

"We must discuss countermeasures with Tuozhi! If the Fengtian Army really crosses the Yangtze River, their next target will definitely be Guangzhou!"

Mrs. Chang was extremely anxious in the car.

The car sped along the muddy dirt road, and half an hour later, it finally arrived at the Huangpu Aviation Branch School, hidden among the mountains.

When Chang rushed into the hangar, panting, the scene before him instantly created a strange sense of disconnect in his already anxious mood.

Contrary to his expectations of a formidable enemy, the spacious hangar was filled with the gleaming metallic Boeing PW-9.

Lin Qi was wearing an American-style lapel bomber jacket and a white silk scarf around his neck.

He was holding a thick English flight manual and speaking fluent English, having a lively discussion with a blond, blue-eyed pilot.

Dozens of freshmen stood around the two of them, listening attentively to Lin Qi's translation.

It seemed that Lin Qi was not only acting as a translator, but also treating himself as a student, earnestly asking for advice on fighter jet operation techniques.

"Taku! What time is it?!"

Chang rushed forward, grabbed Lin Qi's shoulder, and complained, "You still have the mind to teach students here?! Do you know the sky is about to fall?!"

Lin Qi was pulled around by him, frowned slightly, looked at the sweating Chang Shi, and said calmly.

"Brother Chiang, what happened that made you so flustered?"

Mrs. Chang was so anxious that she stamped her feet. Amidst the puzzled gazes of dozens of students, she pulled Lin Qi to a corner.

He then slammed the battle report in his hand into Lin Qi's hand.

"The Fengtian Army has marched south! Zhang Zongchang has led tens of thousands of troops and has already reached Shandong! At this rate, the Fengtian Army will be at Shanghai in less than a month! Once they control the Yangtze River, the gateway to the south will be wide open!"

Hearing Chang's almost desperate low growl, Lin Qi smiled and shook his head, showing no surprise whatsoever, as if it were only natural.

He picked up the military water bottle on the table, poured a glass of warm water, and slowly handed it to Mr. Chang.

"Brother Chiang, have some water to moisten your throat."

Lin Qi looked at Chang Shi's disappointed face and spoke.

"With our current strength, worrying about the Yangtze River defense line is just needless anxiety."

"Don't worry, the Fengtian clique may seem to be coming on strong and invincible."

"But they're rotten inside and can't take over such a large territory."

Lin Qi gave Chang a meaningful smile:

"Someone in this world will take care of them."

After saying that, Lin Qi ignored the stunned Chang Shi and turned back to continue acting as a translator for the students, leaving Chang Shi looking completely bewildered.

Madam Chang sighed deeply, knowing Lin Qi's personality; she knew she wouldn't get anything out of him by continuing to press him, so she could only get in the car and go back to think of a solution.

The taillights gradually disappeared into the distance on the rugged dirt road, eventually merging into the early spring fog.

Lin Qi watched the car carrying the Chang family members leave quietly, then shook his head.

He knew perfectly well what the Chang family was afraid of.

This nominal principal of the Whampoa Military Academy was so frightened by the unstoppable advance of the Fengtian clique's army that he couldn't sleep at night.

But in Lin Qi's eyes, who had seen through the grand trend of the past century, the Fengtian clique, which seemed to be burning brightly and flourishing, was actually just a spent force.

He was not worried about the Fengtian Army's advance at all, because on this complex land, there would be another force to stop Zhang Zuolin's advance.

The remnants of the Zhili clique, Sun Mou in the southeast, and even the Northwest Army secretly accumulating strength will gradually wear down the Fengtian Army's morale, like a quagmire.

What Lin Qizhen was truly worried about was never the rise or fall of any warlord.

What he was worried about was this ravaged land and its unarmed people.

"When warlords fight, the daily consumption of ammunition and provisions is astronomical. What do they do when they run out of money? Make them pay out of their own pockets? That's wishful thinking."

Lin Qi let out a sneer in his heart, his eyes turning serious.

"Their only means of making money is to print military currency at an alarming rate! They forcibly distribute the costs of war onto every single civilian!"

Lin Qitai was well aware of this human tragedy.

Once a warlord is defeated, the military scrip they issued instantly becomes worthless, unusable even for wiping one's bottom.

Even the victorious side, in order to make up for the huge financial hole, will allow military currency to depreciate drastically.

Those ordinary people who have worked hard all their lives just to have enough to eat will have their hard-earned savings wiped out overnight, leaving them with nothing but broken families and even cannibalism.

"I absolutely cannot allow such tragedies to be repeated endlessly under my nose."

Lin Qi took a deep breath of the oily air, his eyes blazing, and made up his mind.

"We must speed things up! The arsenal's production capacity must double, and the air force framework must be set up immediately. I want to launch the Northern Expedition ahead of schedule, using industrial brute force to smash this cannibalistic world as quickly as possible!"

Thinking of this, Lin Qi turned around and strode towards the track.

He knew that the time left for the base to develop was running out.

For the next month, Lin Qi stayed at the Huangpu Aviation Branch School.

He didn't put on airs as the vice principal; instead, he genuinely lived and ate with the newly recruited high-achieving students.

Since most of the foreign mercenary instructors only spoke English, Lin Qi personally took on the role of full-time translator.

In the spacious wooden hangar, Lin Qi could be seen every day holding all-English mechanical drawings, breaking down and translating the aircraft's aerodynamic layout, V-type water-cooled engine structure, and throttle valve control principles for the earliest batch of flight trainees from China.

Moreover, Lin Qi himself also demonstrated a fervent attitude towards learning.

He would often climb into the cockpit and, with ace pilots like Landis, repeatedly ask them about the stick feedback and rudder sensitivity of biplanes of this era.

Under his high-pressure demands and meticulous guidance, this group of students, who already possessed high academic qualifications and comprehension abilities, digested aviation theory at an astonishing speed.

On this sunny day, a gentle breeze swept across the smooth yellow dirt track.

Fifty Boeing PW-9 fighter jets, coated with anti-rust paint, were neatly lined up at the edge of the runway, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.

American ace pilot Landis, wearing a leather jacket, has half an unlit cigar in his mouth.

He walked up to the neatly lined-up trainees, put his hands on his hips, and scanned them with a provocative gaze.

"Gentlemen! You've given me enough theoretical lectures already; I'm sick of hearing them!"

Landis shouted loudly, while Lin Qi translated in unison with a blank expression.

"Now, it's time to test if you're men with balls! Is there anyone brave enough to climb onto this steel beast and actually take a flight in the sky?!"