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

"Lingge, it's good that you understand!"

The old coach added casually, then glanced at Yang Yuting.

Yang Yuting was taken aback. He sensed something in the old general's eyes, but couldn't quite figure it out for the time being.

The old coach stopped talking to him, straightened his back, and suddenly spoke in a booming voice.

"Gentlemen, the fires in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are about to break out. The route for the Fengtian Army to cross the border must be drawn tonight. From Shanhaiguan to Jiuguankou, from Rehe to Chengde, from Chifeng to Zhangjiakou, from Kailu to Duolun, every regiment, every battalion, every heavy artillery piece, and every military train must be arranged clearly tonight! Tomorrow at dawn..."

The old general slammed his hand on the table: "I want to see a strategy for our Fengtian Army to enter the pass that is no less effective than Lin Tuozhi's!"

The assembled veteran generals all stood up in unison: "Yes, Commander!"

……

In the operations room, under the crystal chandelier, a three-zhang-long sand table has been reused.

Jiang Dengxuan laid out the drawing, Sun Liechen held the ruler, and Zhang Hanqing held the brush.

Yang Yuting sat in the first chair on the left, picked up a pen, and made the first stroke on the white paper.

This stroke was executed with extreme force and steadiness.

The lights in the operations room were left on all night, and incense was burned one after another.

Tang Yulin dozed off three times and was woken up three times by Jiang Dengxuan. Sun Liechen's teacup was refilled seven times. Zhang Hanqing's eyes were red with excitement. The old marshal did not close his eyes all night, and Yang Yuting did not look up all night.

As dawn broke, the complete strategy for leaving the pass was finalized. The old general carefully read it twice, then slammed his hand on the table.

"Damn it, not bad, prepare according to this strategy!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Tang Yulin and the others got up to make preparations.

Looking at his son, who was beaming with excitement and showed no signs of sleepiness, the old general chuckled, "Little Liu, you're in great spirits. I'll let you rest today and spend more time with Tuozhi. So he's a guest. We can't let outsiders say we men don't know how to treat guests!"

Zhang Hanqing nodded and said, "Understood, Father! I'll go find my eldest brother now and take him hunting!"

With that, he hurried out.

Before he could even step out of the operations room, the old marshal suddenly said, "Lingge, you've had a long night too, go back and rest!"

Yang Yuting was taken aback. He thought the old marshal should have given him some instructions privately, but he didn't. He stood up, saluted the old marshal, and followed Zhang Hanqing out of the operations room.

……

The west courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion.

Early in the morning, Lin Qi opened the window, and the autumn wind rushed in, filling his lungs and making him much more awake.

He was silently reviewing the gains and losses of the entire day, checking if there were any areas where he hadn't done things perfectly.

After carefully recalling it twice, the answer is no.

Although he had been forced to demonstrate his abilities, which made the old man wary, he was, after all, the old man's son's sworn brother, and given his humble attitude, there shouldn't be any problems.

The only problem is with that "Little Zhuge" Yang Yuting, but it's not a big problem.

The old man didn't say a word, and even if he were scared to death, he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him.

With the old man around, Yang Yuting can't cause any trouble.

Lin Qi nodded, believing that there was nothing missing.

Then, "thump, thump, thump"

A crisp sound came from the courtyard gate.

"Come in!"

With a low shout from Lin Qi, Lieutenant Liu pushed open the door, saluted, and said...

"Dr. Lin, the young marshal is waiting for you at the second gate."

Lin Qi turned back and smiled. "Let's go."

The second gate of the Marshal's Mansion.

The morning light shines through the mist, like gold leaf shavings, scattered piece by piece onto the blue bricks.

Zhang Hanqing was dressed in a heroic manner, wearing a felt hunting outfit, with a German-imported double-barreled shotgun slung across his waist, a row of bright yellow bullet casings clipped to his belt, and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a Swiss military watch on his wrist.

His entire face was glowing, not in the ordinary way, but in the way a young man, on a certain morning, suddenly realized that he was about to stand at the very center of the chessboard of the world, a glow that could not be suppressed and emanated from his very bones.

It's no wonder Zhang Hanqing is so smug; the situation is excellent. The Fengtian Army is about to leave the pass and enter the Central Plains. From now on, he, the young marshal, can no longer belittle anyone.

Seeing Lin Qi coming from around the corner of the second gate, Zhang Hanqing rushed to meet him.

"Big brother!"

"Hanqing, what brings you here so early?"

Zhang Hanqing couldn't keep things to himself, and he didn't treat Lin Qi as an outsider. He put his arm around Lin Qi's shoulder, lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear.

"Last night, my grandfather and I stayed up all night."

Lin Qi glanced sideways, raised an eyebrow, and said casually, "Oh?"

Zhang Hanqing said excitedly, "Brother, according to your general direction, the Fengtian Army's strategy for entering the pass has been finalized, and they will soon be leaving the pass. When that time comes, if you gain power in Guangzhou, we brothers will be one in the south and one in the north. Who in the world can stand against us?"

He spoke rapidly, almost breathless, gripping Lin Qi's arm, his hand trembling slightly.

This is a manifestation of extreme excitement.

Zhang Hanqing continued, "The old man was afraid of neglecting you, his esteemed guest, so he specially gave me leave at this crucial time to show you around. I've made all the arrangements. We'll go hunting outside the city; the autumn air is crisp and the roe deer are at their fattest. If you don't find that interesting, we can just take a special train to Jilin and Heilongjiang. The forests there are even bigger, and there's even more prey—bears and tigers!"

Lin Qi smiled and said, "When in Rome, do as the host says. Hanqing, you can arrange things however you like. It's just that Xiao Jia's side..."

"cut……"

Zhang Hanqing snorted coldly: "What do we care about that playboy? Didn't you say that his father, Lu Yongxiang, couldn't hold out for twenty days and lost Zhejiang? His father, Lu Yongxiang, retired and became a recluse. What is he, the son of a retired warlord? We brothers will do our own thing and not involve that good-for-nothing!"

Lin Qi shook his head slightly, thinking to himself: My good brother, you look down on Lu Xiaojia? You're not much better than him.

Seeing that Lin Qi did not object, Zhang Hanqing pulled Lin Qi outside.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind me.

"Dr. Lin, please wait!"

Lin Qi paused slightly, turned around, and his pupils contracted.

It was Yang Yuting who called out to him.

Zhang Hanqing also turned around and stared at him coldly.

If Lin Qi hadn't been inconvenient, he would have gone up and asked this "Little Zhuge Liang" if he was treating his brother's life like this, right in front of him.

Or perhaps it's because he, as a chief of staff, no longer respects him.

Yang Yuting ignored Zhang Hanqing and stopped three steps away from Lin Qi.

He raised his hand, took the gold-rimmed glasses off his nose, folded them neatly, and held them in his hand.

Then he looked directly at Lin Qi.

Without the glasses obscuring his face, his eyes surprisingly revealed an almost innocent look of shame.

"Dr. Lin."

Yang Yuting saluted, his posture extremely standard.

"I was reckless yesterday and offended you greatly. I beg Dr. Lin to forgive me for the sake of Hanqing and the old marshal!"