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

Hu Shoushan was in the worst condition in the mud. He was too short. While others were standing in the mud where the water was just waist-deep, the mud and water reached his chest!

Every time he lifted the log, muddy water would pour into his mouth and nose, choking him and causing him to cough violently, his eyes turning red. But his short, thick arms clung to the log like iron clamps, refusing to let go no matter how Lin Qi tried to tempt and insult him with a megaphone on the shore, even biting his lip until it bled.

Chen Chuanjin was covered in mud and his lips were purple from the cold, but he still tried to find joy in his suffering.

He spat out a mouthful of muddy water and shouted at Lin Qi on the shore, "Principal Lin! There's too little meat in the buns! If you changed it to Hunan-style braised pork, I'd consider coming up!"

Lin Qi ignored his provocation.

Xu Xiangqian was like a real stone, with only half of his body showing above the water. His shoulders were rubbed raw by rough logs, and blood mixed with mud flowed down. He didn't utter a sound, and his eyes didn't even waver.

It soaked for a full half hour.

Of the four or five hundred people, less than three hundred remained.

The remaining candidates were on the absolute edge of physical and mental collapse, their legs trembling wildly in the mud and water, barely clinging to life.

Just then, Lin Qi suddenly raised the white ash wood stick.

"Stop right there!"

Lin Qi, holding a megaphone, walked to the very edge of the mud pit, his eyes like those of a sharp eagle, staring intently at the people in the mud pit.

"I have a question for you now!"

His voice cut through the cold wind.

"What exactly are you here in Huangpu for?!"

Silence. The only sound in the mud was heavy breathing.

Finally, a few students who had studied for a few days and thought they had grasped the political intricacies shouted out what they considered to be the most perfect standard answer, which was also the slogan that politicians like Wang Jingwei loved to hear.

"For the Three Principles of the People!"

"For the restoration of China!"

"For the great cause of the revolution!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shi and Hu Hemin on the high platform finally showed satisfied smiles and nodded slightly.

This is the kind of revolutionary youth they want.

however.

"Snapped!"

Lin Qi swung his stick back and slammed it hard into the muddy water!

The immense force kicked up a cloud of mud, which slammed directly into the faces of the students who were shouting slogans, blinding them.

"fart!"

The roar was like a thunderclap.

"It's all utterly hypocritical empty talk! Clichés! Talk that will fool even ghosts!"

Lin Qi, holding a stick, pointed at the students whose faces were covered in mud and ruthlessly tore off their disguises.

"When we reached the front lines, the enemy's heavy machine guns began firing! Shells exploded all around you, turning your comrades into a pile of minced meat! And you tell me, did you manage to shield yourselves from bullets by shouting the Three Principles of the People?!"

"Can slogans feed us?! Can slogans provide bulletproof vests?!"

Wang's face turned ashen instantly. Lin Qi's blow not only struck the water but also hit these politicians who were engaged in political propaganda right in the face.

Lin Qi strode up to Hu Shoushan and pointed down at the small man who was almost submerged.

"You little dwarf! You're the loudest one shouting! Tell me! What are you trying to do?!"

Hu Shoushan was driven to the brink of despair, using all his strength to fight the bitter cold. Lin Qi's interrogation completely broke through the defenses deep within his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a wolf cub cornered, and began to howl hysterically:

"My family is poor! I can't even get enough to eat!"

"I'm short, and wherever I go, people look down on me and treat me like trash! I'm not reconciled to this!"

"I don't want to spend my whole life being trampled on like a bug in that wretched town! I want to make something of myself! I want to be an officer! I want to earn military pay so I can bring my mother to the city to live a comfortable life, and never have to see other people's cold faces again!!!"

Extremely crude and blunt, devoid of any revolutionary righteousness, it is entirely composed of the most genuine desires of the lowest-class peasants.

Lin Qi didn't scold him, but turned around and pointed the wooden stick in his hand at Xu Xiangqian, who looked like a mud figure.

"What about you! Say something!"

Xu Xiangqian clenched his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging, and he took a deep breath of the pungent smell of muddy water. In a thick Shanxi accent, he let out a low, rumbling roar:

"Our village has been robbed three times this year by warlords and bandits!"

"My dad worked hard all year to grow his crops, and they robbed him of everything! Even our cow was taken away!"

"I came here to learn how to shoot! To learn how to fight! Once I have a gun, I'm going to go back and kill all those bastards who prey on the villagers! To protect my family's land, to protect my family's lives!!!"

It's so real it's chilling.

There were no lofty words, only the desire to survive and a deep-seated hatred for the oppressors.

Lin Qi abruptly put away the wooden stick.

He turned around, facing everyone in the mud, his gaze piercing, his voice resounding across Cheung Chau Island.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"This is your true desire! It's to live! To avoid being bullied! To protect your parents, wives, and sisters! To have a full meal!"

Lin Qi pointed at them, his words as firm as iron.

"I'm telling you, this is not shameful! This is the true driving force of the revolution! Because in this world, there are millions upon millions of ordinary people like you, starving and suffering endless oppression!"

"Remember what you said in this quagmire today!"

"When you go to the battlefield and the bugle sounds the charge, you won't be fighting for those empty slogans written on paper! You'll be fighting for yourselves, for your loved ones! Anyone who dares to take your life, you'll shoot them dead!!!"

boom!

These words were like peeling away all the layers of pretense, striking straight to the deepest part of the soul.

The eyes of the more than 300 test takers in the mud instantly reddened.

Freed from the constraints of slogans, Lin Qi ignited the most primal, primal fighting spirit accumulated for survival and resistance.

They clung tightly to the log, their legs numb, but their spines remained straight. The initial fear in their eyes as they looked at Lin Qi had faded, replaced by an almost fanatical worship.

On the high platform.

The man gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his mind reeling.

He had spent half his life in revolution and was used to grand pronouncements, but today, Lin Qi's method of leading troops, which abandoned all political embellishment and directly addressed the desires at the bottom of human nature, was something he had never heard of before, yet it was so shocking.

"What a heroic act of risking one's life for the sake of loved ones..."

The man murmured to himself, "This is the true spirit of a tiger and wolf army."

Chiang Kai-shek was sitting to the side.

He keenly sensed the extremely subtle change in the atmosphere within the quagmire. The way the students looked at Lin Qi had changed; it was a kind of admiration for a top-tier expert, and a complete devotion to the instructor who had awakened their souls.

Chiang Kai-shek's sense of crisis instantly surged.

No!

We absolutely cannot let Lin Tuozhi do all the good and bad things by himself!

If he wins over the morale of the army, what's the point of me being the official principal?

He was a master of political maneuvering. Lin Qi played the good cop, becoming a living devil, and sent people to the deepest hell.

Now is the perfect time for him, Chang, to appear as a "benevolent father" and "savior" to appease the students and win their hearts!

Chiang Kai-shek immediately stood up, straightened his crisp military uniform, and even managed an extremely sorrowful and concerned expression. He strode forward, preparing to deliver a moving and heartfelt speech of reassurance.

however.

Just as he took his first step down the high platform steps.

Lin Qi turned his head and glanced at Chiang Kai-shek, who was preparing to come down to win people's hearts.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

Trying to steal my thunder?

I'll block your way first.