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

Just three minutes after Tang Yulin arrived, Jiang Dengxuan and Sun Liechen arrived one after the other.

These two were the most composed veterans in the Fengtian Army. Jiang Dengxuan was in full military uniform, while Sun Liechen was only wearing an outer robe, but both of them had the same expression on their faces.

On the way here, I had already mentally reviewed at least eight possible changes that might occur at the Marshal's Mansion tonight.

Although Yang Yuting hadn't left, he was the last to enter. He didn't look at anyone, walked straight to his usual chair, lifted the hem of his military cloak, sat down, his back ramrod straight, like a tough guy who had been stabbed in the chest but refused to fall.

The old general gave his son a wink, and Zhang Hanqing quickly closed the study door.

The old general glanced at everyone, then said in a deep voice, "What happened tonight, once we leave this door, is not to be spoken of by anyone..."

The room fell silent; everyone knew something big was about to happen.

Jiang Dengxuan and Sun Liechen exchanged a glance and clasped their hands in unison: "Please give us your instructions, Commander."

Yang Yuting said in a deep voice, "General, please give your instructions."

"Little Six".

"Father, I'm here!"

"come over."

Zhang Hanqing came to his father's side, and the old general pointed to the map on the table.

"Tell them everything Lin Tuozhi just told Dad, word for word, without omitting a single detail."

Zhang Hanqing took a deep breath. Under the light, his young face shed its usual frivolity and became unusually solemn.

"Dear uncles and elders, Chief of Staff Yang."

He first clasped his hands in a fist and said, "What I want to talk about is not military affairs, but the future chess game of the world."

These words sent a chill down the spines of those present.

Chess game in the world?

How could Lin Tuozhi be so arrogant?

Everyone scoffed inwardly.

Zhang Hanqing had no idea what they were thinking, and pointed his finger at the border between Jiangsu and Zhejiang on the map.

"At the start, in September, there will be a battle between Qi Xieyuan from Jiangsu and Lu Yongxiang from Zhejiang."

The battle isn't about size, it's about the spark; once the spark is lit!

He then flicked his finger, pointing from south to north: "Wu Ziyu of the Zhili clique will definitely send troops to aid Qi. Why? Because if he doesn't, he will no longer be the top leader of the Zhili clique. Cao Kun will be unable to control Baoding's influence and will force Wu Ziyu to move south. Once Wu Ziyu moves south, the Luoyang camp will be empty. The Luoyang camp will be empty!"

Zhang Hanqing paused, and in the study, everyone's breath seemed to stop along with his finger.

The next second, the finger landed heavily on a point on the map—Nanyuan.

"Feng Huanzhang, rebel!"

boom!

Tang Yulin sobered up instantly. He sprang halfway up his chair, then slowly sat back down, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Jiang Dengxuan's brows furrowed instantly, and Sun Liechen's hand unconsciously pressed down on the teacup, making a cracking sound.

Yang Yuting's expression finally changed, and a deep sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes.

"Continue."

The old general said calmly.

Zhang Hanqing continued: "With Feng Huanzhang's rebellion and Cao Kun's imprisonment, Wu Ziyu is facing attacks from both sides at the front. The Fengtian Army is pressing in from three directions—Shanhaiguan, Jiuguan, and Rehe—while Feng Huanzhang cuts off his main railway hub in Beijing and Hankou. Wu Ziyu's illustrious reputation will surely crumble outside Qinhuangdao. At that time!"

His fingers traced across Beijing and Tianjin, across Baoding, across the entire North China region.

"Our Fengtian Army will enter the pass, first take Tianjin, then take Beiping. Whether Father Marshal sits in the chair in Zhongnanhai or not is Father Marshal's business, but whether the person who sits in this chair is surnamed Zhang or not is up to us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire study fell silent.

After a long while, Tang Yulin was the first to speak.

"General, that brat Lin Qi... how... how did he know Feng Huanzhang was going to rebel? You only let slip half a word about that bastard Feng Huanzhang's rebellion yesterday!"

Jiang Dengxuan looked at the old marshal in shock. Sun Liechen's teacup made a soft "clatter" as the rim hit the table.

The old coach didn't say anything, but raised his hand and pressed it down.

But it was no use at all; everyone's heart was pounding.

How did Lin Tuozhi find out?

How long has he been in Fengtian?

He had only been sitting in the Marshal's Mansion for a few hours?

How could they possibly know this information?

On what basis can you so clearly and explicitly predict the situation of the entire country over the next three months?

Jiang Dengxuan suddenly spoke up: "General, I have a question for you. Is Lin Tuozhi a blessing or a curse for the Fengtian Army tonight?"

In one sentence, he expressed the sentiments of everyone present.

The old coach didn't answer, but turned to look at Yang Yuting.

"Lingge, what's your opinion?"

Yang Yuting raised his head and said slowly.

"General, I have three things to say, but I'm not sure if I should!"

"speak."

"First of all, I entered the military academy at the age of seventeen and joined the Fengtian Army Council at the age of twenty-four. I don't consider myself an incompetent person. Just now, on the three-zhang sand table, with three consecutive attacks, I lost convincingly. I originally thought that Lin Tuozhi was a tactical genius that comes along only once in a century."

"The second sentence, after hearing Hanqing's words, I realized I was wrong. This person isn't a tactical genius, he is..."

Yang Yuting paused, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "A strategic god with a God's-eye view."

Such a comment surprised everyone.

Tang Yulin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Jiang Dengxuan slowly withdrew his hand from the teacup and placed it on his knee.

Sun Liechen closed his eyes.

The old general's expression remained unchanged, but the fist resting on his knee tightened silently.

"The third sentence!"

Yang Yuting stood up, his voice lower, softer, and slower.

"Lin Tuozhi is a man of unparalleled talent and wisdom. If he becomes a friend today, he can help the Commander-in-Chief conquer the Central Plains. If he becomes an enemy tomorrow, he can bring about the demise of the Fengtian Army. If he is not used by me, he will surely become a great threat to the Fengtian Army. I humbly request the Commander-in-Chief..."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, not uttering the last word. But he didn't need to say it; among all the seasoned generals present, not one did not understand what the last word he swallowed back meant.

kill! ! !

In an instant, the entire study was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tang Yulin's head buzzed, and he subconsciously turned his gaze to Zhang Hanqing.

Zhang Hanqing was so angry that his face turned pale. He opened his mouth, about to shout, "Yang Yuting, you're talking bullshit!"

However, no one knows a son better than his father, and the old general waved his hand and spoke first.

"Lingge, don't get agitated, sit down first."

Yang Yuting's breath hitched for a second. He didn't sit down immediately; he was waiting, waiting for the old coach to say "yes."

He was willing to risk being resented by Zhang Hanqing in order to speak his mind.

However, the old coach did not utter that word, but simply said...

"Lingge, I understood those three sentences you said, but I'll pretend I didn't hear the third one, and I'll pretend I never heard it before, understand?"

Yang Yuting's heart skipped a beat. He didn't quite understand why the old marshal would say that. Lin Tuozhi was clearly the future enemy of the Fengtian Army. However, he still nodded and said, "Marshal, I understand."