Zhang Xueliang was in a good mood now. He ordered his adjutant and then smiled cheerfully at Feng Yong and said, "Speak of Cao Cao. Cao Cao is here. The author of this plan is here!"
"Is this the Zhou Hexuan who wrote "The Rise of the Great Powers"?" Feng Yong asked.
"Oh, haha," Zhang Xueliang acted extremely frivolous in front of Fa Xiao, crossing his legs and jokingly said, "Feng Xiaowu, you actually know how to read books and newspapers?"
Feng Yong was extremely pretentious and pointed at himself with a thumbs up: "I want to run a university, how can I do it if I don't read more books? This Zhou Hexuan is incredible, his books are spread throughout all the universities in Peking.
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Zhang Xueliang whispered: "This person knows the domestic and international situations well and is a top talent."
Feng Yong suddenly had a solemn expression on his face and warned: "Liuzi, don't be like Guo Songling again! You should treat others with sincerity and sincerity, but don't put your life in the hands of others."
Zhang Xueliang was silent. He regarded Guo Songling as a good mentor and friend, and entrusted his troops to each other. They were the most elite troops of the Northeast Army. However, Guo Songling turned back and killed Zhang Zuolin. Zhang Zuolin packed up his entourage and was ready to run away. He only invited Japan to sign a treasonous treaty.
People help stabilize the situation.
"I have learned a lot from my mistakes. I am no longer the same Zhang Xueliang." Zhang Xueliang sighed, then smiled, "Don't worry, this Mr. Zhou doesn't know anything about military matters. He is just a pure patriotic scholar. My former
I had a long chat with him for a few days and I benefited a lot."
Footsteps could be heard outside the house, and Feng Yong smiled and said, "Sirius, I will help you inspect the goods."
"It's up to you." Zhang Xueliang smiled.
As soon as Zhou Hexuan entered the door, he saw a fat man sitting on the sofa, staring at him with a serious smile.
Zhang Xueliang introduced: "He Xuan, this is my brother Feng Yong, commander of the Northeast Army Air Force."
"Hello, Commander Feng!" Zhou Hexuan greeted Zhang Xueliang with cupped fists, "Sixth Commander, the newspaper office has made preparations, and the newspaper will be officially resumed next Monday."
"Well, very good." Zhang Xueliang was too lazy to care about the newspaper.
Feng Yong suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhou, right? I heard that you have been traveling in Western countries for more than ten years and know everything about them?"
"I know a little bit about it," Zhou Hexuan said vaguely.
Feng Yong asked again: "What do you think of the situation in Northeast China?"
Zhou Hexuan laughed and said: "There are so many talented people in the Fengjun army, why bother asking me a lousy writer?"
"This man is dishonest, this man is dishonest, haha." Feng Yong pointed at Zhou Hexuan and laughed.
In fact, smart people can clearly see the current situation in Northeast China. From an external perspective, it is extremely frustrating to be caught between the two major powers of Japan and Russia. This is also the fundamental reason why Zhang Zuolin wanted to enter the country; from an internal perspective, Guo Songling died.
, Yang Yuting has become a key figure, and all battles revolve around this person.
There is really no need for Zhou Hexuan to talk nonsense.
Feng Yong added: "Since you dare not tell the truth about living people, let's evaluate the dead. What do you think of Guo Songling?"
Zhang Xueliang was quite displeased and glared at Feng Yong fiercely, but did not say anything to stop him.
Zhou Hexuan organized his words and said: "I admire Commander Guo's patriotic enthusiasm. But he is a military man who does not understand politics, diplomacy, or forbearance. His personality is strong and easy to bend, and his judgment of timing and strength is also somewhat difficult.
Not clear."
Feng Yong asked: "If you were Guo Songling, what would you do?"
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "Of course, we should first help the young marshal consolidate his strength, cater to the marshal's eagerness to leave the country, and use the warlords' melee to expand the army and increase his prestige. At the same time, we will unite with the old faction to attack the non-commissioned officers, and use false pretenses to stabilize the Japanese.
In this way, with the support of the commander-in-chief, the support of the old school at home, and the response of the Japanese outside, great things can be accomplished in three to five years."
Zhang Xueliang's face suddenly changed after hearing this, and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Feng Yong was dumbfounded, pointed at Zhou Hexuan and shouted: "You are the damn little Zhuge, what a fool! Liuzi, this guy is interesting, I'm afraid you can't control him."
Zhou Hexuan did not panic, and said with a leisurely smile: "According to what I just said, we can indeed control the Fengjun within three to five years, and even force the general to resign. But so what? The great powers are watching from behind. Soviet Russia fully supports the southern government.
The purpose is nothing more than to divert misfortune eastward and use the war in China to divert the attention of Britain, the United States, Japan and France. In the end, the fight ended with the Chinese fighting the Chinese. Isn’t that interesting?”
The smile on Feng Yong's face disappeared. Zhou Hexuan's words entered his heart, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, foreigners are not good things!"
"Yes, if there is endless internal fighting, the country will not have a country." Zhang Xueliang sighed with emotion. Under the constant influence of Guo Songling, he also opposed his father's entry into the melee. Unfortunately, as a son, he had to obey orders.
The three of them were silent for a moment, and Feng Yong asked: "What do you think should be done to save China?"
Zhang Xueliang also cheered up and wanted to hear Zhou Hexuan tell the truth.
Zhou Hexuan smiled bitterly and said: "Save China? I don't have that much ability. I can only write a few more books to broaden the minds and horizons of the Chinese people, open a few more schools, and improve the literacy rate of the Chinese people. I will do my best."
After hearing these words, Zhang Xueliang was a little disappointed, but he also relaxed his vigilance towards Zhou Hexuan.
The three people here are all similar. They hope that the country will be strong and the nation will be rejuvenated. But they are all afraid of death and have worries in their hearts. They are not the kind of heroes who can ruthlessly fight for the world and achieve great success with one general.
What the fuck, throwing your head and blood, it has nothing to do with us.
After telling the truth, Feng Yong felt like a confidant in Zhou Hexuan, as if he had seen another version of himself. He laughed and said: "Xiao Zhou, I am planning to go back to the Northeast to start a university. You have a job, so why not go
Become a teacher in my school."
"Commander Feng, in terms of age, I should be older than you. I will be 28 years old at the beginning of the year." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
"You're 28 years old? I can't tell. You take good care of yourself." Feng Yong walked to Zhou Hexuan, put his feet on his shoulders and said, "Then I'll call you Lao Zhou, and don't call you Commander Feng Ma."
Commander, just call me by my name or call me Fifth Master."
Zhou Hexuan had just said something shocking. At this moment, he was extremely low-key, cupping his fists and saying, "Fifth Master."
"This is ridiculous," Feng Yong dragged Zhou Hexuan's sleeves, "Let's leave tomorrow and go back to Northeast China to run a university!"
Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said: "Fifth Master, I think running a university is not as good as running a primary school. If all the people can be literate and understand the national righteousness, this country will always be strong one day even if it continues to fight."
"What can be accomplished by running a primary school?" Feng Yong couldn't understand this.
"To build a high-rise building, the foundation is the most important," Zhou Hexuan said firmly, "In any elementary school we run, the content of the first lesson must be: I am Chinese and I was born in a great country.
I am determined to study for the rise of China!"
"Okay, that's a good saying! Your China Hope Education Foundation, count me, Old Feng!" Feng Yong said enthusiastically. He was really tired of the war, otherwise he wouldn't have planned to resign from the military and disband.
The family finances the Feng Yong University that offers free tuition.
Zhang Xueliang also nodded and said: "It is time to add patriotic education content."
After saying this, Zhang Xueliang was extremely entangled. His father sent his old subordinates back, which meant that he would command the army to fight, and it was still the kind of meaningless warlord melee. Many of his subordinates died in Wu Peifu's death in the past two years.
He had to join forces with Wu Peifu. He felt ashamed of his dead brother.
After this battle is over, he may continue to fight Wu Peifu. You beat me and I beat you all day long, and the commanders of all parties are related to each other. It is simply a fucking mess.
Of course, tangles are tangles, and the battle still has to be fought.
After the incident of Guo Songling's defection, Zhang Xueliang has lost the spirit of a passionate young man. He still has a conscience, but he does not dare to disobey his father's orders. Even if he knows it is wrong, he must carry it out. In the past, he still had
I would contradict him a few times, but now I don’t even have the thought of contradicting him.
In the following days, Zhang Xueliang began to work hard to establish the coalition headquarters. Jiang Huanan, who had just been sent back, was appointed as the director of the adjutant office of the third and fourth front corps, and Liu Duoquan was appointed as the auxiliary guard of the third and fourth front corps.
Although he is named Commander-in-Chief, the only ones he can really command are his two old troops.
As for Feng Yong, he began to contact and work hard to establish the China Hope Education Foundation.
