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

Just as everyone was digesting the words "old-fashioned post horse," Lin Qi didn't stop.

He raised his hand up again, to Chahar, the northwesternmost corner of the entire sand table.

The finger paused there for a moment.

"in addition."

Lin Qi lowered his voice by half a degree.

"Feng Huanzhang, Military Governor of Chahar."

Feng Huanzhang.

The moment those three words were uttered, everyone paused in their breathing.

The old general's hand, which had been behind his back, moved slightly, and his small, walnut-shaped eyes narrowed.

Lin Qi didn't look at the old coach; he pointed his finger at Duolun.

"The troops under Feng Huanzhang were actually stationed in Duolun the year before last."

"Nobody thought of using this tactic two years ago."

Lin Qi slowly pushed his index finger from Duolun to Zhangjiakou.

"But this trick came in handy."

Lin Qi paused.

"Wu Ziyu's third division is quite interesting."

The light from above shone on Lin Qi's fingers, and dust particles floated in the light, one by one, moving abnormally slowly.

Tang Yulin swallowed hard; he had never been a general skilled in sand table simulations.

But he saw this game very clearly; Lin Qi had used a trap set.

Wu Ziyu's Third Division will lose at least two regiments.

Jiang Dengxuan stood by the sand table, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.

He watched as Lin Qi placed each chess piece in the most tricky position.

Every single position was one that this group of people had thought of in retrospect two years ago, but didn't dare to use, or used too late.

Moreover, Jiang Dengxuan never even thought of Lin Qi's method of "old post horse on the mountain road of Chifeng and Chengde".

Sun Liechen clenched his fists, his breathing became rapid, he didn't say a word, but his eyes were already burning.

The old general stood at the farthest point of the sand table, expressionless, but only he knew the truth in his heart.

In his review of each move, which he had gone through dozens of times, Lin Qi had thought of three things but hadn't dared to say.

The first step was to use Changxindian as bait.

The second route was the 27th Division's mountain road through Chifeng and Chengde.

Thirdly, the supplies for the three lines were dispersed.

He had thought of all three.

He didn't say it, because saying it would be a direct slap in the face to Yang Yuting and his old buddies.

Nowadays.

This son showed no mercy to his brothers, exposing them one by one.

What's even more deadly is Lin Qin's final move: the Chahar military governor Feng Huanzhang.

His small, walnut-shaped eyes truly stirred for a moment, something only he knew.

In the past year and eight months, he has sent people to secretly contact Feng Huanzhang several times.

He himself planted the seed of Feng Huanzhang's defection.

Everyone in the Fengtian Army knew about this.

No more than three.

Why did Lin Qi specifically mention this person? Does he know something?

Or perhaps Lin Qi didn't just know, but calculated it?

The old general's heart skipped a beat. Every move this kid made when pushing the sand table wasn't just theoretical; he truly had the temperament of every Zhili general and every Fengtian general, the transport capacity of every railway, the ownership of every mountain stronghold, and the character of every veteran soldier all stored in his mind.

Then it was calculated in a cold, hard way.

The old general has seen far more abacuses than anyone else in his life.

Yang Yuting is one of them.

Wu Ziyu is one of them.

But the person in front of me is a young man who is only in his early twenties.

The old general's heart sank inch by inch; this man was even more cunning than Zhuge Liang.

He didn't say anything, but slowly moved his hand from behind his back to in front of him.

He tapped his fingers three times on the edge of the sand table.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Lin Qi glanced over at it out of the corner of his eye.

After striking the three keys, the old man's fingers stopped.

Lin Qi relaxed a little.

Zhang Hanqing stood on the east side of the sand table, his entire face trembling. He was someone who had personally witnessed Lin Qi explaining tactics.

Even though he had witnessed it firsthand, he never expected that Lin Qi could push the sand table to such an extent.

Every move was precise, even more ruthless and accurate than the veteran generals of Fengtian Army could have predicted in their post-mortem analysis.

His pride surged up.

I am proud of Lin Qi.

That's his older brother.

He picked them up from the special train.

He was seen as a smooth talker by the entire Fengtian Army.

A sand table game rendered all the old men, including Yang Yuting, Tang Yulin, Jiang Dengxuan, and Sun Liechen, mute.

Yang Yuting took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the deathly pallor on his face.

He was, after all, the Chief of Staff of the Fengtian Army, a master strategist, and certainly not someone who was just sitting around doing nothing.

Yang Yuting began to fight back, raising his hand to grab the small flag of the 16th Division of the Direct Line.

"Vice Principal Lin made a brilliant move."

Yang Yuting's voice was tense.

"But the 16th Division isn't made of dead people."

"I ordered the 16th Division to turn around in the western suburbs of Baoding."

Yang Yuting carried the flag of the 16th Division all the way from Baoding to Chengde.

"Attack the flank of your 8th Mixed Brigade."

Lin Qi didn't move.

"Again."

Yang Yuting then grabbed the small flag of the Zhili-Lu Allied Army.

"I ordered the Zhili-Shandong allied forces to march north from Dezhou."

"Your Beijing-Zhangjiakou railway supply depot is blocked."

Yang Yuting pushed the flag of the Zhili-Lu Allied Army to Cangzhou.

"Your supply train is spread out across three lines, which seems like a way to share the risk."

Yang Yuting gave a cold laugh.

"In reality, it thins out each line."

"I only need to cut one."

"Your pocket formation."

"They starved to death at Jiumenkou."

Every step was ruthless and precise. Yang Yuting's hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat; he was truly bloodthirsty at this moment.

The seven-day battle back then was reenacted by these two on a sand table for more than two hours.

Tang Yulin had long since tossed his pipe aside.

Jiang Dengxuan moved a chair and sat on the east side of the sand table.

Sun Liechen stood still, but the vein in his neck remained taut.

The old general stood on the west side of the sand table, his small, walnut-shaped eyes never leaving it for two hours.

Lin Qi's responses became increasingly shrewd, and he remained calm with each move Yang Yuting made.

The 16th Division turned around from the western suburbs of Baoding to attack the flank of the 8th Mixed Brigade.

Lin Qi divided the 8th Mixed Brigade in two, with one half relying on the foothills of the Yanshan Mountains to set up reverse slope fortifications, and the other half going around to the rear of the 16th Division.

Did the Zhili-Shandong Allied Forces cut off the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway supply lines?

Lin Qi redistributed the supplies from the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway to the Beijing-Rehe Railway, while simultaneously ordering a newly transferred independent cavalry brigade from the Fengtian Army headquarters to launch a night raid on Cangzhou via a side road.

Every step is a battle-ready tactic.

Every step he took thwarted Yang Yuting's planned counterattack.

Tang Yulin shook his head as he looked at the sand table from the east side. It wasn't that he was unconvinced, but the more he looked, the less he could muster up any anger.

Yang Yuting's all-out counterattack was gradually neutralized by Lin Yong using a logic completely unfamiliar to him.

This isn't a sand table battle; this is a devastating attack!

By the crucial sixth day, Yang Yuting's remnants of the Third Division had been surrounded in a semicircle by Lin Qi's Twenty-Seventh Division along the line from Shanhaiguan to Jiukoumen.

Sweat poured down Yang Yuting's face as he led the remnants of the Third Division back towards Beiping to defend the Beiping headquarters, the entire Zhili clique's headquarters.

His calculations were shrewd; as long as Beiping was preserved, there was still a chance to turn the tide.