The Republic of Heroes

The battle situation in Shandong is like a sudden change in the weather, making people more and more uncertain about the outcome. Some forces that were about to make a move had to wait and see again in order to receive the maximum benefit.Different from the heavy rain in Shandong, the sky outside Fengtian is clear and the sun is shining brightly. In the conference room of the Marshal’s Mansion in Tongtian Street, a group of senior generals of the Northeast Army are having a meeting nervously. At the head of the long conference table is a handsome and thin The young general saw that he was tired and breathless, and seemed restless.

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, and finally couldn't help interrupting a senior officer's speech: "Hold on, Xiaohou, I'll come as I go!"

The senior officer was taken aback when he heard the words, smacked his lips and hesitated to speak, and finally sat back on the chair.

The young general pushed away the chair, rushed out of the meeting room with a clatter, leaving behind a room full of sighs.

"If Hanqing continues to do this, sooner or later there will be big troubles in the Northeast!"

The speaker looked close to fifty years old, with a broad nose and square face, frowning, sitting on the right hand side of the young general just now.I saw his right hand tapping the table irritably, thanks to the large number of people in the meeting room, in order to take into account Zhang Xueliang's face, if there were only the two of them at this time, they would definitely point their noses and scold the unworthy prodigal son. A bloody head.

"Brother Lin Ge's words are wrong. What's the point of smoking a big cigarette? Isn't our Northeast Army still alive and well?"

Yang Yuting was furious in his chest, he sighed and choked back. Since the old commander Zhang Zuolin was killed in the Baiqi Fort, the situation in Fengtian has become more and more dangerous. , The Northeast Army has actually reached a critical moment of life and death.Since the change of flag, the Japanese activities have become more frequent. He already has an extremely ominous premonition, but he can't tell where the problem will lie.

No, the leader of the Northeast Army cannot be allowed to degenerate any longer. Thinking of this, he suddenly got up and strode out of the conference room.Angrily, Yang Yuting went straight to Zhang Xueliang's bedroom, and was confronted by an official who went out dejectedly.

"Why are you frustrated?" Yang Yuting recognized that this was the supervisor of Fengtian Armory, who used to be his assistant.

But he heard a long sigh: "The arsenal is urgent. The equipment shipped from Japan last time was all defective products. I wanted to ask the commander-in-chief how to deal with it, but I was blocked!"

Yang Yuting finally couldn't help being furious when he heard the words: "Hanqing's son inherited his father's career, if he continues like this, he will die of convulsions!" After saying that, he waved his hands, ignored the supervisor of the arsenal, and went straight to Zhang Xueliang's bedroom.When they came outside the door, the guards saw Yang Yuting's dark face, and he looked like he was about to explode at any time. He lowered his head and pretended not to see wherever he dared to touch the bad luck.

Yang Yuting slammed on the door vigorously, and when he saw that there was no movement in the room, he raised his foot and kicked it hard twice.

"I'm Yang Yuting, come out quickly, when you finish drawing, all the thieves will break into Fengtian City!"

The door of the room creaked and was pulled open from the inside. The young general was disheveled in his uniform, his eyes were scattered, and he couldn't stand still for a while.

Yang Yuting was furious when he saw Zhang Xueliang's virtue, he was angry, he was sad, the poor old man passed away like this, he watched helplessly that the prodigal son in front of him was losing his family property little by little, but he was helpless, his anger could no longer be suppressed out.

"Bastard, how dare you do this when the old man is here? How can the Northeast do well in the long run? Sooner or later, our Northeast Army will be ruined by you!"

Zhang Xueliang's addiction to smoking has not yet finished, and his mind is in a mess. He respects, fears, and hates this Uncle Yang on weekdays. Originally, he was honest with himself on weekdays. .For a while, the young master became angry and said:

"I can't do it, you do it!"

Yang Yuting never expected that Zhang Xueliang could say such words, and he didn't know how to go on for a while. If these words were separated from the feudal dynasty, if he said a word of condemnation, it would mean that the master's suspicion of his subordinates had reached an irreversible point .

"How do I, Yang Yuting, treat your old Zhang's family? I am fair and comfortable. If you, Zhang Hanqing, despise the old guy as an eyesore and useless, I will resign now and return home."

What else could he say, all kinds of grievances rushed into his heart for a while, Zhang Xueliang's strategy against the customs, sooner or later, Wu and Yan would be completely offended, and he would do it himself to form an alliance with Shandong to attack Shanxi, but Zhang Xueliang kept it from him. Yan Xishan colluded with each other, and now that the Northeast Army has turned its back on the alliance, Wu Weizhong not only hated Zhang Hanqing to the core, but also regarded himself as a shameless villain, but he didn't want to be a villain for his little six son Zhang Hanqing.

Zhang Xueliang regretted his words as soon as he uttered them, and the illusory state he had just finished smoking the opium gradually disappeared. He calmed down and said hurriedly:

"Don't blame the neighbor, Xueliang made a slip of the tongue, how could Fengtian get away from the neighbor? I absolutely cannot agree to resign."

It's not good for Yang Yuting to get too entangled in this matter.

"If you don't mention this matter, you must stop smoking. Although the situation in Shandong is not clear, we still need to stand by Wu Weizhong. We must know that Yan Laoxi's victory will not benefit Northeast Africa at all. I am afraid that he will turn around and attack us!"

Ever since the old man was bombed, Zhang Xueliang had a deep suspicion of Wu Xiaoliang, thinking that he might be involved, because Wu Xiaoliang had every motive to kill the old man.Therefore, this slap in the face completely meant to avenge his father.

As for Yang Yuting's insistence on forming an alliance with him, it is nothing more than the excuse of not wanting to be a shameless villain, but you, Yang Linge, keep saying that you have devoted yourself to the old Zhang's family and died, can't you even bear this little sacrifice?

This is a slanderous statement, of course it cannot be said in the open, but he coped with it in his mouth: "We will discuss this matter later, let's go, we are still waiting for us at the meeting!"

The two of them, one in front and one behind, walked outside the venue, and from a distance, they could hear the noise in the room like a frying pan.Yang Yuting frowned, how could the order of the venue be so chaotic once the old man left?He hurried a few steps to enter the room to reprimand him, but as soon as he stepped into the conference room, he heard someone screaming:

"There have been changes in the customs. Yan Laoxi's Jin army was defeated in Shandong, the entire 32nd army was wiped out, and the commander Shang Zhen was captured alive..."

This sentence was like a slap in the face, causing Yang Yuting to shake a few times. Fortunately, Zhang Xueliang stretched out his hand to support his arm, so he didn't fall down.

He lamented in his heart. If he had formed an alliance with Wu Weizhong and sent troops to Hebei at the beginning, the whole of Hebei, Pingjin, and even Shanxi would have already entered the northeast.Fortunately, not to mention the delay of the fighter plane, even the neighbor who is the most likely to become an ally has been completely offended.

Yang Yuting actually had another thought hidden in his heart. Zhang Xueliang was by no means Wu Weizhong's opponent. Although the Northeast Army was powerful at present, it was hard to guarantee that he would be swallowed up by this little man who was always astonishing. more and more intense.