Northeast, Marshal's Mansion.

"Young Marshal, Dean Li Jun has established the central government in Beijing, when will we leave for Beijing?" Xu Zheng asked. Although Li Yuanhong is nominally the president of the central government, everyone knows that the power of the entire force is still in the hands of this young man who is less than 18 years old in front of him. Xu Zheng looked at Feng Yong in a trance, he often regarded the young man in front of him as a calm politician, after all, Feng Yong was tall and had a calm temperament, giving people a sense of maturity and stability, and it was easy for people to ignore his age.

Feng Yong shook his head and said: "It's not a good time yet, the Beijing government has just been established, and it's just an empty shelf in all aspects. And since it is a government that exists to inherit the Beiyang government, it is impossible to miss those officials who were originally Beiyang. Coupled with the embassies of various countries in Dongjiaomin Lane, when these messes are made, let my father and Li Jun deal with them! As long as we control the army, Beijing City will not be chaotic! ”

As the so-called power comes out of the barrel of a gun, as long as Feng Yong firmly grasps the military power, the entire power will be completely controlled in his hands, not to mention that with Feng Yong's current age, it is really not suitable to be pushed to the forefront. After all, he is not an emperor, and such a baby face really does not have the majesty of the head of a great country.

"Young Marshal, what are you going to do with President Li? Just let him sit comfortably on the throne of the president? In the hearts of Xu Zheng and other officers and soldiers in the Northeast, the throne of the great president is only qualified to sit on their young marshal.

"Sit down! The president is just a name! There is nothing that cannot be changed, not to mention that the establishment of our Beijing government is based on Li Yuanhong's orthodox identity. Moreover, Li Yuanhong is very influential in the southern region. Let's exchange a name for the hearts of the people in the south, don't you think it's a good deal? Feng Yong smiled and said. It may not be useful for the government in Beijing to do so now, but if the Northeast can cope with the Japanese crisis and then move south, it will be a great boost.

Xu Zheng smiled, nodded, and couldn't help but admire the young marshal's mind, you know, the throne of the president of the central government, this is the first person in the nominal Republic of China, what a temptation it is.

"You go and ask Minister Jingtong, the situation on the Korean Peninsula is becoming more and more tense, and I am afraid that it will not be long before there will be a big war in the Northeast. In this case, internal stability is crucial. Some people always think of themselves as heroes, and they make a lot of trouble! Feng Yong's expression gradually became gloomy. Xu Zheng only felt cold. He hadn't seen Feng Yong like this a few times, but after every time, there would always be someone who would be unlucky, and he would be unlucky! It's hard to imagine that the entire Northeast will be bleeding because of Feng Yong's attitude.

Xu Zheng didn't dare to slack off.

When Jing Tong came, Feng Yong had already walked out of the study, changed into a strong suit, and was boxing in the courtyard.

"Young marshal!" Jing Tong said respectfully.

"You're here! Wait a minute! Feng Yong said indifferently. It's almost Spring Festival now. The entire Northeast is wrapped in silver, the cold air can freeze people to death, Jing Tong is wrapped in two mink coats and still feels cold, on the other hand, Feng Yong, the body is not thick, but the whole person has a ruddy complexion, and the body is steaming hot from time to time, looking strong and abnormal.

After a set of punches, Feng Yong felt refreshed all over, and then put on his clothes and entered the warm pavilion. After all, not everyone has a physique like his.

"Do you know what I'm looking for you?" Feng Yong took a sip of hot tea and said.

"Young marshal, what do you command?" Jing Tong said respectfully. He saw that Feng Yong's attitude was a little wrong, and he didn't dare to drink the herbal tea on the table.

"Now you see the form of the Northeast. It is likely that it will not be long before we go to war with Japan. You know the truth that the outside must first be inside! Our Northeast is developing rapidly, and many people may have been students yesterday, but today they are already high-ranking officials on the ruling side. This drastic identity change is sure to lead to a lot of problems. This makes them unable to put themselves on a proper posture for a while and do a lot of bad things. I don't usually ask, but the situation is now extremely serious. Our power is not as strong as Japan, if we go to war, we will definitely struggle extremely hard, and at this time, any internal problem may lead to a change in the whole form, so I absolutely cannot tolerate letting some people drag us back! Feng Yong said in a deep voice.

"Young marshal, are you going to ......" Jing Tong was already covered in cold sweat. Feng Yong is going to carry out a major internal purge to prepare for future wars, after all, the rapid expansion of the Northeast has attracted many unidentified "talents" from both the military and the government, and there are many old people who can't withstand the temptation brought by the change of identity, and do a lot of illegal things.

"I'll have the Thorn hand you over a list! As the head of the Ministry of Intelligence, you and the Minister of Security, Liu Dong, handled these matters as quickly as possible. Jing Tong, although you have let go of your identity as the leader of the Dark Thorn, I don't want you to let go of the spirit of the Dark Thorn. Feng Yong said in a deep voice. Although the assassin was merged into the Ministry of Intelligence, and the Minister of Intelligence, Jing Tong, was originally the boss of the assassination. But since he became the head of the intelligence department, he has rarely interfered in the matter of assassination. And the assassination is directly responsible to Feng Yong. There are a lot of things that he doesn't know about as the intelligence minister.

"Yes!" Jing Tong said with a cold sweat on his face. Since he served as the Minister of Intelligence and stepped down as the assassin boss, he went from behind the scenes to the front and saw the temptation from all aspects of society, to be honest, although Jing Tong thought that he was still extremely loyal to the young marshal, but after Feng Yong said that some high-level people in the Northeast Army had defected, he felt a little weak for no reason. After all, as the Minister of Intelligence, there were many high-ranking members of the Northeast Security Army who contacted him or asked him to take care of some people, although most of Jingtong refused. But there are people whose identities are so special that they can't refuse their requests.

Zhili Province, Shijiazhuang.

"Did Zhu Jiabao and his party get on the train?" Zhang Zuolin asked. Seven elite death squads were dispatched, and with the strong fire support of the Northeast Army, the last death squad was finally sent to the city wall of Shijiazhuang. The walls are as thick as paper under modern gunpowder. After a loud bang, the entire city wall collapsed quite a bit. Many of the officers and soldiers on the wall died unexpectedly. This leaves a gap in Shijiazhuang's defenses. Zhang Zuolin seized this opportunity to send more soldiers of the Northeast Army to this gap, constantly expanding the advantages of the Northeast Army. In the end, the Northeast Army rushed into Shijiazhuang, and the Beiyang Army in the city saw that the general trend had gone and surrendered one after another. By the time the Northeast Army surrounded the Governor's Mansion, the overall situation of Shijiazhuang had been decided.

"Yes! Marshal, I heard that President Li Yuanhong personally begged for favor from Feng Dashuai. And this Zhu Jiabao is quite backbone! Zhang Zuoxiang said. His army surrounded Zhu Jiabao, who would not surrender to the death, in the Overseer's Mansion, and if it hadn't been for a telegram from Li Yuanhong, Zhang Zuolin would have ordered an attack on the Overseer's Mansion.

"Yes! There are still many admirable people in Beiyang. But now we are the Northeast Army. It's better to discuss the affairs of Beiyang less! Zhang Zuolin said in a low voice.

"Commander, the soldiers are already very tired after a series of battles. Are we resting in Shijiazhuang? Zhang Zuoxiang said with some distress. You must know that after a series of battles, although the Feng army has been victorious, but also paid huge casualties, although Feng Yong did not favor one over the other, the logistics supply is very sufficient, but looking at the troops he built because of the war and constantly changing blood, Zhang Zuoxiang inevitably has some ideas.

"No, time waits for no one, Young Marshal Feng has given us a very heavy task. Henan overseer Zhao Kui's army has arrived in the Xingtai area, and is still advancing to the north, Wu Peifu's army has also approached the border of Hebei, there are more than 70,000 people on both sides of the Beiyang, if we want to maintain the balance of strength, the best way is for us to annihilate or cripple Zhao Kui's Yu army before Wu Peifu arrives. Zhang Zuolin said with a calm face. He also knew the situation of the army, but thinking of Feng Yong's order, Zhang Zuolin had to order the march even if he was distressed. Zhang Zuolin didn't know if his choice was right or wrong back then, but now he no longer thinks about this matter, as a commander, a commander with no worries, Zhang Zuolin just needs to fight a good battle. He also gradually became obsessed with the feeling of fighting.

The Feng army rested in Shijiazhuang for two hours, and then left a small force to look after the wounded, and the large army quickly marched and set off for the south.

"Auxiliary pillow, why don't we take the train, I know that Shijiazhuang has a train to Henan, can't we take the train to the south at the fastest speed?" Tang Yulin sat on his horse and said.

"Yulin, do you know that after our war with Beiyang, the entire railway system in Shandong, Zhili, Henan and other places has basically been paralyzed. Otherwise, the enemy would not have arrived, and he would not have arrived on the battlefield yet! Zhang Zuoxiang said with a smile.

"The railways in three provinces are paralyzed? Is it Feng Yong's hand? Tang Yulin said in surprise.

"Yulin, pay attention to your words. Now we are the Northern Military Region of the Northeast Army, and Major Marshal Feng Yong is our boss, be careful of the trouble coming out of your mouth. Zhang Zuoxiang pulled him by the hand, carefully looked at the political commissar of the army who didn't notice this, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Auxiliary pillow, what is so terrible about these people, Lao Tzu is Zhang Dashuai's soldiers, what else can they do to me! If you want me to say, you're still too timid. We are the same generation as Feng Yong and his old man. If you really want to be in terms of seniority, he will call you and me uncle. Do you have to be so afraid of him? Tang Yulin said dissatisfied. The most embarrassing scene of his military career was defeat at the hands of Feng Yong, even though Feng Yong is now famous, he still doesn't like Feng Yong very much.

"Yulin, the sky has changed now!" Zhang Zuoxiang glanced at Tang Yulin, who was full of indifference, and could only sigh helplessly. People have their own lives, and character determines fate, and it is useless to talk about it.

(To be continued)