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

"Du Guangting!"

The square-faced, wide-mouthed, and stubborn man from Shaanxi walked onto the stage.

Lin Qi looked at him, his eyes filled with expectation: "Guangting, you have a calm and steady personality, and you value logistics; these are the foundation of a general. When you go to the grassroots units, pass on your composure. Don't be like those reckless brutes who only know how to charge blindly. Leading troops means ensuring they survive and win battles. Your soldiers are your life."

Du Guangting nodded emphatically, a resolute glint in his eyes: "This student will remember!"

"Xu Xiangqian!"

The Shanxi youth, silent as a stone yet always able to find a unique approach in tactical simulations, stood before Lin Qi.

Lin Qi handed him the certificate and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiang Qian, water has no fixed shape, and military tactics have no fixed form. When you get down there, don't let the infantry manuals confine your mind. When you encounter the enemy, fight as ruthlessly as you can, fight however you can to win. I only care about victory; you can choose the process yourself."

Xu Xiangqian didn't say anything more, just saluted and walked off the stage with a firm look in his eyes.

As the last student received their certificate, the graduation ceremony, devoid of cheers but filled with solemn vows, came to a close.

Following this, Lin Qi led the most important and thorough reorganization in the history of the Whampoa Military Academy.

The Huangpu Training Corps, which had achieved numerous military exploits and had already formed a powerful fighting force, was dispersed on the spot!

All the veterans of the training regiment were reassigned to newly recruited units to serve as squad leaders.

These more than 500 first-term graduates, as well as some second-term graduates who performed well in training, were all awarded the ranks of second lieutenant and first lieutenant and directly assigned to grassroots companies to serve as company commanders and platoon leaders!

This was a surgical procedure involving skinning and bone removal.

Lin Qitai understood the inherent flaws of the old warlords.

Those old armies that relied on local ties and the will of their superiors would turn against their own side as soon as a senior general betrayed them.

What he wants is absolute control.

By rigorously brainwashing key personnel like Huangpu students, who had developed an almost religious fervor for him, they were firmly nailed into the tactical units at the company and platoon levels.

The expanded new army will be completely separated from the old era in its spirit.

No matter which general is sent to command, as long as Lin Qi gives the order, this army will not hesitate to point its guns at any enemy.

A modern, steel-willed new army, fully armed by Lin Qi and possessing strong execution capabilities, officially took shape in the early summer of this southern country.

Although Chang was somewhat uneasy about this, she swallowed back what she was about to say when she thought of the huge sum of money that Lin Qi had borrowed by mortgaging his ancestral property.

My mind automatically fills in the blanks: Takumi just didn't want to lose, and he had no other intentions.

Just as the main base was gearing up and frantically massing troops.

The sky in the north was already weighed down by the dark clouds of impending war.

The brief period of calm in the Zhili-Fengtian War was ruthlessly shattered.

Led by Zhang Zongchang, the "Dog Meat General," the Fengtian Army swept southward like a black mudslide along the Jinpu Railway.

The Fengtian Army's advance is aimed directly at the Yangtze River!

This made the warlords who occupied the southern provinces restless.

Fuzhou, Fujian.

Sun Chuanfang looked at the intelligence report in his hand, his face pale, and paced back and forth in the study.

"Zhang Zuolin, that old bandit! He's gone too far!"

He roared through gritted teeth.

"Not content with taking over the north, they're now extending their claws into my territory! Crossing the Yangtze River? They're cutting off my lifeline!"

Sun Chuanfang panicked completely.

Although he had an army of 200,000, his troops were used to comfort and were no match for the Fengtian Army's iron cavalry, which had fought against bandits and Russians in the Northeast for many years, in terms of both weapons and the quality of soldiers.

Moreover, Zhang Zongchang's advance force also included a White Russian armored train!

He alone could not possibly stop the Fengtian Army from advancing south.

Desperate for a cure, Sun Chuanfang immediately contacted various warlords to begin his self-rescue efforts.

"Quick! Send Wu Ziyu a telegram immediately!"

Sun Chuanfang pointed at his adjutant and roared, "Tell him, 'If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold! If the Fengtian Army swallows up the southeast, Wu Ziyu will have no place to stand in Hubei! Make sure he sends troops north along the Pinghan Railway to contain the Fengtian Army's flank!'"

Wu Peifu, far away in Wuhan, Hubei, coughed violently as he read Sun Chuanfang's telegram pleading for help.

He was betrayed by Feng Huanzhang during the Zhili-Fengtian War, which severely damaged his strength. Now he can only rely on his remaining troops to survive.

Wu Peifu pondered for a moment, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

He hated Zhang Zuolin, but he hated Feng Huanzhang even more.

He knew Sun Chuanfang was using him as a shield, but he had no choice.

If the Fengtian clique becomes dominant, he will have no chance to turn the tide.

"I telegraphed Sun Chuanfang, expressing my willingness to stand with him through thick and thin. I will immediately muster my troops and head north."

Wu Peifu put down the telegram, his tone revealing the sorrow and determination of a hero at the end of his road.

Even after winning over Wu Peifu, Sun Chuanfang's heart was still hanging in the balance.

He then turned his gaze to Chahar.

"Send a telegram to Feng Huanzhang! Ask him to march straight to Beiping and seize Zhang Zuolin's stronghold!"

However, after the telegram was sent to Zhangjiakou, it disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Zhijiang, the commander of the Northwest Army, replied that the commander-in-chief was currently unwell and recuperating in another location, and that he was temporarily acting as the military leader, as he was unable to lead the troops into battle.

Sun Chuanfang was so angry when he saw the reply that he almost vomited blood.

Little did he know that Feng Huanzhang was in Moscow seeking Russian military aid and had no time to care about the fate of Jiangnan.

Wu Peifu's remnants of his army were of no use, and Feng Huanzhang could not be found.

As the vanguard of the Fengtian Army drew ever closer, Sun Chuanfang, in despair, turned his gaze to the southernmost point of the map.

Guangzhou.

"Headquarters...yes, and the Revolutionary Army too!"

As if grasping at a last straw, Sun Chuanfang turned around and gave orders to his staff.

"Send men immediately, with a large sum of money, south to Guangzhou!"

"Go see the people in charge at headquarters, see that Chang family member, and that Lin Tuozhi who's in charge of military industry!"

Sun Chuanfang's eyes revealed a gambler's madness.

"Tell them I'm willing to ally with the South! As long as they send troops to attack the Fengtian Army, I'm willing to share Shanghai with them afterward!"

A few days later, in the conference room of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

When the key civil and military officials at headquarters saw the alliance letter brought by Sun Chuanfang's secret envoy and stamped with the seal of the Southeast Allied Army, the entire conference room fell into an eerie astonishment and deathly silence.

Wang held the letter, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Ms. Hu pushed up her glasses, repeatedly checking to see if she was seeing things.

Chang, who was seated at the head of the right, also frowned deeply, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

It's ridiculous!

It should be noted that, legally and nominally, the General Headquarters still maintains a nominal "North-South Alliance" with the Fengtian clique.

Sun Chuanfang's Southeast Allied Army, as a remnant of the Zhili clique, has always been a mortal enemy that the headquarters denounces and clashes against!

Now, their mortal enemy is actually coming to them, begging them to send troops to attack their nominal ally?!

"Has Sun Xinyuan gone mad? Or is she setting a trap for us?"

Wang broke the silence with a puzzled look, waving her folding fan as she said, "They actually want to drag us into this, to fight head-on against the Fengtian Army, which is currently at the height of its military power?"

However, some people agreed to form an alliance, since the Fengtian Army was currently too powerful and could easily reach Guangzhou if they were not careful.

The meeting room was filled with discussion, and the elders and generals were all surprised and uncertain, unable to make up their minds.

At the end of the conference table, Lin Qi held a cup of tea and leaned back quietly in his chair.

Listening to the unfounded speculations around him, a mocking glint flashed in Lin Qi's eyes, a look of shrewd insight into the overall situation.

He didn't speak, but silently recited in his heart:

"The wind has finally blown towards Jiangnan. This game of chess is getting more and more interesting."

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