"I've met the young marshal." Zhou Hexuan came to the dining room, cupped his fists and smiled at Zhang Xueliang.
"Well," Zhang Xueliang was a little surprised to see Zhou Hexuan so young, nodded and said, "Mr. Zhou, please sit down."
"Thank you, Marshal." Zhou Hexuan returned the greeting and sat down. His actual age was already twenty-seven or eighty-eight, but he didn't know what influence he had during the time travel. All the functions of his body returned to his boyhood, and even his beard became hairy. He looked at best.
Early 20s.
Zhang Xueliang suddenly yawned, but he was addicted to cigarettes. He ran to the small hall to smoke for a while and then came back. He said energetically: "I have read Sir's "The Rise of the Great Powers". It is indeed a masterpiece. I heard that even foreigners praised it.
Never stop talking."
Zhou Hexuan said modestly: "It's just a personal opinion."
Zhang Xueliang asked: "Sir, what do you think of the situation in China?"
Zhou Hexuan said awkwardly: "It's hard to say."
Zhang Xueliang didn't want to hear such words. He frowned and said, "But it doesn't matter."
Zhou Hexuan summarized the metaphor: "Today's China is a battle between the Beiyang government and the southern government. Whoever wins is the orthodoxy. But whether it is the Beiyang or the southern forces, they are like strong men who are tied up, full of strength but
It can’t be used.”
"I know that in the north, there are endless internal fights and it is rare to be unanimous. What about the south?" Zhang Xueliang became slightly interested.
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "The situation in the south is more complicated than in the north. Whoever can resolve the internal conflicts first will win this battle."
Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up, but he did not continue to ask, but changed the subject and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhou can speak Russian?"
Zhou Hexuan said truthfully: "Daily communication is no problem, but I'm not proficient in it."
"That's it," Zhang Xueliang suddenly turned to Chu Yupu and said, "Brother Yunshan, I still need a Russian secretary. I wonder if I can bear the pain and give up?"
Chu Yupu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "If the young marshal likes it, I will ask him to go to the young marshal's house tomorrow to answer the mission."
"Then it's settled." Zhang Xueliang nodded.
The two communicated like this without soliciting Zhou Hexuan's personal opinions.
Zhou Hexuan really doesn't have any objections. It's absolutely safe to follow Zhang Xueliang. This young marshal rarely led troops in person last year. After Guo Songling defected, he was already full of doubts about his military capabilities and gradually evolved into an "anti-war person." He is probably not the best person in this life.
I want to go to the battlefield again.
Zhang Xueliang ignored Zhou Hexuan, but said to everyone present: "The war in the north is not going well, and Wu Peifu can't hold on at all. After eating this meal, everyone should go back and prepare, because there is another war."
Zhang Zongchang and Chu Yupu understood immediately, because this was what he said to them.
Feng Yuxiang's National Army has broken through Datong and beat Yan Xishan until he almost called him daddy. Wu Peifu and Zhang Zuolin finally reached an agreement. Marshal Zhang was ready to send troops to help his brothers, and decided to join forces with Feng, Zhi, Lu, and Jin to fight together.
Come together to deal with Feng Yuxiang. After the trouble of Feng Yuxiang is solved, we can join forces to go south to deal with the principal's Northern Expedition.
Zhang Zuolin is now so prestigious that he went to Beijing to negotiate with Wu Peifu a while ago and easily integrated Li Jinglin's troops on the way. Li Jinglin didn't even dare to fart, so he had to announce his resignation in a hurry. This incident scared Zhang Zongchang's liver and made him tremble again.
Don't dare to have any dissatisfaction.
Zhang Xueliang did not move to Tianjin just to relax and travel. As a young marshal, he will sit in the rear and serve as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. As for Chu Yupu and Zhang Zongchang, the former will be appointed as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, and the latter will be appointed as the commander-in-chief of the former enemy.
In today's card game and dinner, Pan Fu was essentially the liaison, with Zhang Xueliang stepping in to appease the general. Even Li Jinglin, who had been disarmed and sent to the field, was invited, and it was nothing more than bringing the chicken he had just killed.
Look, monkeys.
"Don't worry, young marshal. As long as the young marshal gives the order, I, Chu Yupu, will personally lead the charge!" Chu Yupu slapped his chest loudly. In fact, he was extremely depressed. The new army he had just recruited could only walk forward. If they were sent to the battlefield now to fight
, I guess Quan Nima will become cannon fodder.
After a drink, Zhang Xueliang was so drunk that he lost his interest in playing cards and simply announced that the show was over and they left.
Zhou Hexuan sat beside him and didn't say a few words before following Chu Yupu back home.
As the car drove away from Pan's mansion, Zhang Xueliang suddenly stuck out his head and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, remember to report to me tomorrow!"
Zhou Hexuan clasped his fists and smiled as an answer.
Historically, Zhang Xueliang was very good to his secretaries. He worked in various external positions and all of them got along well.
As long as you hold on to Zhang Xueliang's thigh, gain his trust, and then ask for a job, everything will be complete. Then you won't have to do anything, you will receive a considerable salary, and you will be free to do whatever you want.
If Zhang Xueliang can be persuaded not to give up the Northeast, it would be better, and it would be considered a great contribution to the country. Unfortunately, this is almost impossible. Zhang Xueliang is a very independent person, and Zhou Hexuan can only rely on his usual words to slowly influence. Even if it is just in advance.
It would be better to transport a few planes and a few cannons than to leave them to the Japanese Kwantung Army.
Chu Yupu patted Zhou Hexuan on the shoulder and told him: "Young Marshal thinks highly of you. You must do a good job in the past."
Zhou Hexuan immediately expressed his feelings: "It all depends on the cultivation of Marshal. Even if I go to Marshal Zhang, my heart is still with Marshal."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Chu Yupu laughed loudly: "I like people like you who know how to be grateful and miss the past."
Zhou Hexuan chuckled twice, but he was thinking in his heart: Of course I know how to repay kindness, and will give you a big gift at the critical moment. You bastard, just wait and check.
As soon as they returned to the Marshal's Mansion in the car, Shen Yaorong came over very excitedly to announce the good news: "Commander, what a happy event, what a happy event!"
"What happy event?" Chu Yupu asked.
"Concubine Shu Wenxiu has been taken out and I secretly placed her in the French Concession," Shen Yaorong told the story of the robbery with great interest in order to please his master. "Puyi's side is Japanese territory, so we can't take action directly. So.
I thought of a plan and sent someone to notify Wenxiu to ask her to find an opportunity to leave Zhang Yuan. After waiting for half a month, we finally found the opportunity..."
"I know, let's go with the plan." Chu Yupu interrupted Shen Yaorong before he could finish. He was thinking about sending troops, and he no longer cared about provoking Wenxiu and Puyi to divorce. The real
All the credit is earned on the battlefield, and intrigues can only be considered trivial tricks.
"Ah...yes, you must work hard to get things done in your humble position." Shen Yaorong ran over excitedly, but his face was hot and cold, and he had to retreat in dismay. He broke his head and couldn't figure out what went wrong.
After exiting the room, Shen Yaorong asked Chu Nanxiang: "Adjutant Chu, what happened to the commander?"
"Stop asking." Chu Nanxiang still had the same cold face.
Zhou Hexuan whispered: "Master Shen, Marshal Chu is about to go to the battlefield."
"I see." Shen Yaorong finally understood the situation, but was very confused as to why Zhou Hexuan told him such a thing.
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "I will be transferred to the Young Marshal's Mansion tomorrow."
Shen Yaorong's expression became very exciting. The old guy quickly took Zhou Hexuan's hand enthusiastically and said: "Brother Hexuan...oh no, Mr. Zhou, from the first time I saw you, I knew that Mr. Zhou was not Chi."
It's a wonderful thing. From now on, if you follow the Young Marshal, you will surely rise to great heights, so please take good care of me."
"Easy to say, easy to say!" Zhou Hexuan raised the corners of his mouth.
That night, Shen Yaorong knocked on Zhou Hexuan's door. The guy endured the pain and bleeds profusely, and took out 1,000 oceans to see Zhou Hexuan off. He cried like a mess, as if his best friend was parting.