A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

Inside the extravagantly luxurious mansion, a graceful woman carrying a bowl of dark, murky medicinal soup walked over in her high heels, calling out:

"Darling, it's time to take your medicine."

The man sitting on the sofa, leaning on his cane, coughed lightly, raised his hand and waved it, not even glancing at the bowl of medicine. He was in a terrible mood; he had repeatedly asked the woman if she was really having an affair with his student, Chen, behind his back...

But now is not the time to question them!

He then looked at Mao Dafeng standing opposite him and gestured with his chin: "Continue..."

Mao Dafeng swallowed hard and forced himself to continue reading: "...Latest news on the Korean War. The US Eighth Army's top ace, the US 7th Infantry Division, was completely annihilated by the CCP's 3rd Army Group. The South Korean 6th and 8th Divisions suffered heavy losses and were routed, with the UN forces suffering over 40,000 casualties."

Upon hearing this, the man, who had been lounging on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight, his cane tapping on the floor with a sharp, thud.

He looked up at Mao Dafeng and exclaimed, "What?! The US Army's strongest elite division? Completely annihilated?"

Mao Dafeng nodded with a forced smile: "Yes...and the US intelligence agencies and Far East reconnaissance system were completely outmaneuvered by the other side. They patiently laid their plans for a whole year, repeatedly feigning weakness and deliberately feigning defeat to lure the enemy in. The US military, from top to bottom, fell for their trap without even realizing it."

As soon as he said this, the surprise on the man's face slowly disappeared, replaced by a cold sneer, followed by laughter that carried an undisguised mockery and contempt.

"It must have been done by my good-for-nothing student, Chen Qian, again, right?"

He turned his head to look at the pale-faced noblewoman beside him, "You see, my Huangpu Military Academy students are still quite capable after all."

The woman stood there holding the medicine soup, her face quite pale.

She's a high-society socialite!

After the Du administration came to power, the level of hospitality she received was repeatedly reduced. In the past, at least she would receive an invitation during holidays, but now they don't even bother to make a phone call.

She was actually quite pleased that the Americans had suffered such a great loss in North Korea, but in front of this man, she didn't say a word more, and simply pushed the medicine bowl forward a little further.

The man didn't answer, continuing to lean back on the sofa, his smile sarcastic:

"Hahaha! I told you so! The Americans have equipment, money, and artillery when they fight, but they have no brains! The world's top intelligence system couldn't even find out that the enemy had been digging an underground Great Wall in the mountains for a year, stockpiled hundreds of thousands of munitions, and hid hundreds of thousands of troops?"

They can't find the tunnels, the firepower, the ambush, or the tactics! They can't even do the most basic battlefield assessment!

Grabbing wild vegetables with a golden hoe and shooting sparrows with a machine gun! A focus solely on firepower and equipment—a reckless and utterly foolish fighting style!

The mighty world superpower was manipulated by a young general of the People's Liberation Army for a whole year! Shameful! Disgraceful! Utterly laughable!

Mao Dafeng stood to the side, not daring to say a word, letting him rant and rave about how the US military was useless.

The man felt increasingly pleased with himself, his voice growing louder, and he tapped his cane on the ground twice.

"Van Fleet? A veteran of countless wars, a Normandy soldier, a sixty-year-old general? He was outmaneuvered by my student and left with nothing! What good are heavy artillery fire, numerous tanks, and dense air power if you don't understand terrain, patience, luring the enemy, or cunning tactics? You're just a reckless brute!"

After venting his anger, it seemed he had released most of the resentment that had been building up in his chest for years. He took a couple of breaths, reached for the bowl of medicine, and glanced at the remarks section of the stack of telegrams in Mao Dafeng's hand. He casually asked:

What else is down there?

Mao Dafeng quickly turned to a page, hesitated for a moment, and then read it aloud:

"...Zhang Renfeng, commander of the Third Army Corps, served as Chen's deputy for a long time. He was born in 1919 and was from Guangxi Province..."

When the words "Guangxi Province native" were read, the man paused, the medicine bowl he had just brought to his lips.

"???"

He put down his bowl, his brows furrowed, and stared at Mao Dafeng for a full three seconds:

"Damn it!!"

Wasn't Chen supposed to be the commander of the Third Army Corps? How did it become Zhang?

Mao Dafeng quickly explained, "The previous intelligence was incorrect. Many of Commander Chen's classmates in the US boasted excessively, deceiving the US intelligence agencies. Our intelligence personnel also contributed to this, so the US always believed that Commander Chen was in command of the campaign. In reality, both campaigns were commanded by this Zhang Renfeng, who was known as the 'Demolition Expert.'"

The man's expression changed several times after hearing this.

"Oh?? It's from Guangxi Province?"

When Guangxi Province was mentioned, his brows furrowed even more, and his face was filled with undisguised disgust.

He never had a kind word for the Guangxi clique in his life. From Li Zongren to Bai Chongxi, they all opposed him for most of their lives.

Now that the young general who defeated the US military was also from Guangxi Province, his sense of pride immediately plummeted.

But then he thought about it again and slowly relaxed his brow.

No matter what, they are still my students' students!

Chen was a graduate of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy!

A true direct descendant of the Whampoa Military Academy!

My students!

So, according to this calculation—Zhang Renfeng should call me Grandmaster!

Thinking of this, he unconsciously straightened his back.

"No wonder! I knew it! Someone who can execute such amazing tactics, outmaneuver the US military's global dominance, and overturn the rules of world land warfare is no nobody!"

So it turns out they're from the Whampoa Military Academy! Chen was my Whampoa student, and Zhang inherited Chen's mantle. Ultimately, their roots are in Whampoa, and their origins lie with our school!

The more he thought about it, the more smug he became, his face beaming with pride and his arrogance reaching its peak. He even couldn't resist tapping the sofa armrest twice with his hand.

"Look! Those CCP generals who came from humble backgrounds and commanders from the grassroots only know how to fight to the death, rely on guts and brute force. Only those who come from the Whampoa Military Academy understand tactics, patience, strategy, deception, and the art of large-scale decisive battles!"

Ultimately, what allowed us to crush the US military's top aces was our orthodox Whampoa military tactics!

Therefore—it's not that the Communist army is too strong, it's that the American army is too stupid! It's not that Zhang Renfeng is extraordinary, it's that the Whampoa Military Academy's methods are invincible!

Mao Dafeng stood silently to the side, his lips twitching, but he dared not refute.

He lowered his head, secretly thinking: The president's ability to comfort himself, forcefully claim seniority, and forcefully project a sense of superiority is truly unparalleled.

But the man paid no heed, becoming increasingly carried away by his thoughts, and even began to confidently and certainly mutter to himself:

"Chen was my student, and Zhang was Chen's student. In terms of lineage, foundation, and military strategy, I understand it better than him! He could outmaneuver the US military and annihilate an elite division. If I were to personally command, the victory would only be more brilliant and thorough! The Americans don't understand strategy; they only know how to pile up iron lumps. They are ultimately amateurs! For true military strategy, decisive positional attacks, and patient, strategic planning, you still have to look to the true graduates of Whampoa Military Academy!"

As he spoke, he flipped through the detailed battle report that Mao Dafeng had handed him. His gaze swept from the course of the battle to the order of the participating forces, and when he saw the list of army commanders, his eyes suddenly stopped.

"Kong Jie, Blind Cheng, Qin Jiwei, Li Yunlong..."

He read it out word by word, "Well, it seems there are quite a few fierce generals among them from the Jin-Sui period. If Chu Yunfei can be on par with these fierce generals, then in my opinion, Yunfei must also be a fierce general, right?"

He put down the battle report, tapped his fingers twice on the table, as if making some important decision:

"How about this, let's hand over the entire defense of Kinmen to Chu Yunfei, promote him from deputy commander to garrison commander, and as for his rank, hmph, let's just take away that guy known as Little Zhuge Liang's title and confer upon him the rank of general."

He snorted, and that old resentment towards the Guangxi clique resurfaced in his tone:

"What's this 'Guilin Clique'? I hate the Guilin Clique the most!!"

The woman stood beside him holding the bowl of medicine. After he finished speaking, she softly reminded him, "Darling, it's time to take your medicine."

The man then took the bowl of medicine, tilted his head back and gulped it down. The bitter taste made him frown. He put the empty bowl on the table, picked up a pen and began to write.

[Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. The intelligence system supported by the Du government is full of incompetent fools. How glorious it was when I, Yu Nong, was in power! But Yu Nong is long gone.]

I have just learned that the United States has lost another division. Of the ten divisions in the Army, two have been lost in Korea, which is truly unacceptable.

How fortunate! The two teachers who defeated the Americans are actually my students from the Whampoa Military Academy! This young Chen has made great progress without making a sound. Zhang Renfeng is Chen's outstanding disciple, so isn't he also from my Whampoa lineage? Chen is my disciple, so Zhang is naturally my grand-disciple. He can certainly be considered a Whampoa student. Since a student's student can defeat the American imperialists, doesn't that mean that I, the patriarch of this sect, can also defeat them? It's just a pity that Zhang Renfeng isn't from the Zhejiang clique, but from the Guangxi clique. How annoying!

Alas, the misunderstanding is so deep now. How could I possibly suspect that the woman I love is having an affair with my most outstanding student? Tonight, you're punished by drinking a bowl of deer blood!