The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

"Let him come up!"

Zhang Xueliang was in a good mood now, so he told his adjutant to tell Feng Yong with a cheerful smile, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. The author of this proposal is here!"

"Is that Zhou Hexuan who wrote "The Rise of Great Powers"?" Feng Yong asked.

"Hehe," Zhang Xueliang acted extremely frivolous in front of Fa Xiao, jokingly crossing his legs, "Well, Feng Xiaowu, you know how to read books and newspapers?"

Feng Yong was extremely pretentious, and pointed his thumbs up at himself: "I am a person who wants to run a university. Can I do it without reading more books? This Zhou Hexuan is amazing. His books have been spread all over the universities in Peking. .”

Zhang Xueliang said in a low voice: "This person is well aware of the situation at home and abroad, and he is a top talent."

Feng Yong suddenly had a solemn expression, and warned: "Six, don't be another Guo Songling! It is right to be honest and sincere, but don't put your life in the hands of others."

Zhang Xueliang was silent. He regarded Guo Songling as a good teacher and helpful friend, and entrusted his troops to each other. That was the most elite unit of the Northeast Army, but Guo Songling counterattacked and killed Zhang Zuolin to pack up his belongings and prepare to run away. Only by signing the traitorous treaty did he invite the Japanese to help stabilize the situation.

"Being in the pits, gaining wisdom, I am no longer the Zhang Xueliang I used to be," Zhang Xueliang sighed, and then smiled, "Don't worry, this Mr. Zhou doesn't understand military affairs, he is just a pure patriotic scholar. I had a long talk with him for a few days, but I benefited a lot."

There were already footsteps outside the house, Feng Yong said with a smile: "Sixth son, I will help you inspect the goods again."

"It's up to you." Zhang Xueliang smiled.

As soon as Zhou Hexuan entered the door, he saw a little fat man sitting on the sofa, staring at him with a smile on his face.

Zhang Xueliang introduced: "Hexuan, this is my brother Feng Yong, commander of the Air Force of the Northeast Army."

"Hello, Commander Feng!" Zhou Hexuan greeted Zhang Xueliang with cupped fists, "Six Commander, the newspaper office has already made preparations, and the newspaper will officially resume publication 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 traveled in Western countries for more than ten years, and you know everything about things there?"

"Know a thing or two." Zhou Hexuan said ambiguously.

Feng Yong asked again: "What do you think of the situation in the Northeast?"

Zhou Hexuan laughed and said: "There are so many talents in Fengjun, why ask me a bad writer?"

"This person is dishonest, this person is dishonest, haha." Feng Yong pointed at Zhou Hexuan and laughed.

In fact, the current situation in Northeast China can be clearly seen by smart people. From the outside, it is very aggrieved to be caught between the two big countries of Japan and Russia, which is the fundamental reason why Zhang Zuolin wants to enter the customs; from the inside, once Guo Songling died, Yang Yuting became a key figure, and all the battles revolved around The person unfolds.

That is really no need for Zhou Hexuan to talk nonsense.

Feng Yong said again: "Since you dare not tell the truth about the living, let's evaluate the dead. What do you think of Guo Songling?"

Zhang Xueliang was quite displeased, and gave Feng Yong a hard look, but he didn't make a sound to stop him.

Zhou Hexuan straightened his words and said: "I admire Commander Guo's patriotic enthusiasm. But he is a warrior who doesn't understand politics, diplomacy, and tolerance. Unclear."

Feng Yong asked: "If you were Guo Songling, what would you do?"

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "Of course, it is first to help the young commander consolidate his strength, cater to the commander's urgent desire to leave the customs, use warlord melee to expand the army, and increase prestige. At the same time, we will unite with the old faction to attack the non-commissioned officer faction, and pretend to stabilize the Japanese. In this way, with the support of the commander-in-chief, the support of the old school inside, and the response of the Japanese outside, great things can be accomplished in three to five years."

Zhang Xueliang's face changed suddenly when he heard this, and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Feng Yong was dumbfounded, pointed at Zhou Hexuan and shouted: "You are the little Zhuge the motherfucker, what a fool! Sixth son, this guy is interesting, I'm afraid you won't be able to surrender."

Zhou Hexuan was not panicked, and said with a leisurely smile: "According to what I said just now, within three to five years, the Feng army can indeed be controlled, and even the commander-in-chief can be forced to leave the field. But so what? The great powers are watching from behind, and Soviet Russia fully supports the southern government. The purpose is nothing more than to divert trouble from the east, and use the war in China to divert the attention of the United Kingdom, the United States, Japan and France. In the end, it was not the Chinese who fought the Chinese. Is it interesting?"

The smile on Feng Yong's face disappeared, and Zhou Hexuan's words entered his heart, cursing in a low voice: "Damn it, foreigners are not good things!"

"Yeah, the internal struggle is endless, the country will not be the country." Zhang Xueliang sighed. Under the perennial influence of Guo Songling, he also opposed his father's entry into the customs, but unfortunately, as a son, he had to obey orders.

The three were silent for a moment, and Feng Yong asked, "How do you think China can be saved?"

Zhang Xueliang also cheered up, wanting to hear Zhou Hexuan tell the truth.

Zhou Hexuan smiled wryly and said, "Saving China? I don't have that much ability. I can only write more books to broaden the minds and horizons of the Chinese people, run more schools, and improve the literacy rate of the Chinese people. Let's do our best."

Zhang Xueliang was a little disappointed after hearing these words, but he also relaxed his vigilance towards Zhou Hexuan.

The three present here are all the same. They hope that the country will be strong and the nation will be rejuvenated. But they are all afraid of death, and they have scruples in their hearts. They are not the kind of heroes who can be ruthless and fight for the world.

Throwing your head and blood, fuck it, it has nothing to do with us.

After telling the truth, Feng Yong felt a sense of confidant towards Zhou Hexuan, as if he saw another self. He laughed and said, "Xiao Zhou, I'm planning to go back to the Northeast to start a university. You have money in your stomach, why don't you go to my school and become a teacher."

"Commander Feng, in terms of age, I should be older than you. I turned 28 at the beginning of the year." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

"Are you 28 years old? I can't tell. You've taken good care of yourself," Feng Yong walked up 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." Commander, you can call me by my name or Fifth Lord."

Zhou Hexuan said something terrifying just now, but now he is extremely low-key, clasping his fists and saying, "Fifth Lord."

"That makes sense," Feng Yong tugged on Zhou Hexuan's sleeve, "Let's leave tomorrow and go back to the Northeast to run a university!"

Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said, "Fifth Master, I think it is better to run a university than to run a primary school. If all the people can read and understand the righteousness of the country, even if the country continues to fight endlessly, it will always be strong one day."

"What can be achieved by running a primary school?" Feng Yong couldn't understand this.

"To build high-rise buildings, the foundation is the most important thing," Zhou Hexuan said with a firm gaze, "Whenever we run a small school, the content of the first lesson must be: I am Chinese, I was born in a great country, I am determined to study for the rise of China!"

"Okay, that's a good sentence! Your China Hope Education Foundation, count me as one!" Feng Yong said enthusiastically. He was really exhausted from the war, otherwise he would not have planned to resign from the military and spend all his money to run the tuition-free Fengyong University.

Zhang Xueliang also nodded and said: "It is time to add patriotic education content."

After saying this, Zhang Xueliang was extremely entangled. Father sent his old men back, which meant that he was going to command the army to fight, and it was the kind of meaningless warlord melee. In the past two years, many of his subordinates were killed by Wu Peifu's guns, but now he has to join forces with Wu Peifu. He feels ashamed of his dead brother.

After this battle is over, maybe they will continue to fight Wu Peifu. You hit me and you hit you all day long, and the commanders of all parties are related, it's a fucking mess.

Of course, entanglements are entanglements, and battles still have to be fought.

After Guo Songling's defection, Zhang Xueliang has lost the soul of that passionate youth. He still has a conscience, but he dare not disobey his father's order at all, even if he knows it is wrong, he must carry it out. In the past, he would contradict a few words, but now he doesn't even have the thought of contradicting.

In the next few days, Zhang Xueliang began to work hard to form the coalition command. Jiang Huanan, who had just been sent back, was appointed as the chief of the deputy department of the third and fourth armies, and Liu Duoquan was appointed as the guard of the third and fourth armies. Although he is called the commander-in-chief, the only ones he can really command are his two old troops.

As for Feng Yong, he began to contact and run around to contribute to the establishment of the China Hope Education Foundation.