Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Guo Qicheng felt dizzy and paced back and forth in the office anxiously.

How could such a good thing turn into such a big problem?

As a result, all his arrangements and all military actions against the Northwest Revolutionary Army became empty talk.

Soon, Masao Ito, dressed in a suit and tie, appeared in Guo Qicheng's office.

Guo Qicheng looked at Ito Masao with cold eyes, no longer having the polite attitude he had towards Ito Masao before.

"President Ito Sho, I hope your Fuso Empire can give me an explanation for this matter."

Ito Masao had also received the news a long time ago, so he naturally understood what Guo Qicheng was talking about.

"Governor Guo, please be patient. This kind of accident was something no one expected. Please give me some time. I will definitely handle this matter properly."

Guo Qicheng remained unmoved and looked at Ito Masao coldly.

"Mr. Ito, don't blame me for not informing you in advance. If the military aid you promised in advance is not delivered to me, all agreements between us will be invalidated. I will give you 10 days. After 10 days, if you, the Fusang Empire, cannot give me a satisfactory answer, I will terminate all cooperation with you."

Ito Masao nodded helplessly and said, "Governor Guo, please believe in the sincerity of our Fuso Empire. We really want to be friends with Governor Guo."

"It's no use telling me all these grandiose things. I want to see tangible benefits. Also, Mr. Ito, I'm letting you know that before that damn military aid arrives in Yong'an City, I'll have someone watch you. You are not qualified to leave Yong'an City."

Guo Qicheng was extremely angry. These days, the Ito Chamber of Commerce, relying on its reputation, has begun to set up trading companies in Yong'an City and surrounding areas, and has developed in-depth cooperation with local businessmen. Its business is booming.

I don't know how many people have been stabbing him in the back and calling him a lackey of the Japanese. Guo Qicheng has already taken on this insult, and he will definitely not accept it if he doesn't get the corresponding benefits.

In the Northwest Revolutionary Army Headquarters in Zhenyuan City, Su Zhengyang was lying on the desk reviewing documents while asking Qin Huaiyi, "How is Yan Shuangying going? Have you found out where the Yan faction hid the stolen military aid?"

Qin Huaiyi nodded and said, "Don't worry, Commander. Director Yan is personally watching all the movements of the Yan faction. They cannot escape our sight."

"We have to add fuel to the flames when necessary. All the benefits of Tnd have been taken by the Yan family, and Yan Baoguo, the old fox, wants us to take the blame. There is no such a cheap thing in the world."

"Oh, Commander, the Yan Clan is already urging us to send the guns, ammunition, and artillery we promised them to Yunzhou."

Su Zhengyang sneered: "Give him 5 committee rifles and 100 million bullets. As for artillery, don't even think about it. We don't know whether we will be friends or enemies with the Yan faction in the future. The shells of these heavy artillery may fall on the heads of our Northwest Revolutionary Army one day."

Qin Huaiyi frowned and said, "Will this affect the credibility of our Northwest Revolutionary Army?"

"Reputation? What credibility? Did we sign a written contract with Yan Baoguo? It's just a verbal promise. As long as we stir up trouble, the Pang and Yan factions will be irreconcilable and may go to war at any time. By then, Yan Baoguo, the old fox, will be too busy to trouble us. We should pay a price for taking this military aid worth tens of millions of dollars."

"Reply to the Yan faction. The situation is tense recently. We will send them the promised military aid after some time."

On the other side, the Pang faction and the Yan faction were still arguing. The Pang faction believed that the Yan faction was not doing its job well. After receiving bribes and reaching an agreement in advance, it did not fulfill its responsibilities to protect the safety of the military aid within Yunzhou.

The Yan faction believed that there was nothing wrong with the original arrangement, and that it was Pang's own internal intelligence that caused the mistake, and that the main responsibility should be borne by Pang himself.

The two sides were biting each other, the husband thought he was right and the wife thought she was right, the quarrel was so intense and chaotic that it became a mess.

Finally, after half a month of negotiations, Pang Jinghong completely lost his patience. No matter what, such a large-scale loss was not a small amount of money. Even if his Pang family paid for it, it would be a huge loss. He could not bear the responsibility alone.

Pang Jinghong mobilized the 35th Division under the Pang faction, deployed troops on the border of Yunzhou, and once again issued a warning to the Yan faction.

This batch of military aid is worth 6,000 million oceans. The Yan faction must compensate for half of the losses, otherwise the Pang faction will declare a war on Yunzhou.

At the Yunzhou Governor's Office, Yan Baoguo sneered after hearing the news: "Who is Pang Jinghong trying to scare? He has no evidence to say that our Yan faction swallowed up this batch of military aid. It's just that the loss is too great, and we must find someone to share the burden. In this case, let's play with him. Pass on my order to have the 11th Army stationed at the Yunzhou border. If Pang's faction dares to cross the line, we will beat them back severely."

There is a lot of tension between the two warlord forces, and it seems that there is a possibility of war breaking out at any time.

"Dad, do we really want to go to war with the Yan Clan? If we really start a war, it will only do harm and no good. The Northern Frontier government is not in a good mood towards our Pang family right now. They want to get rid of us as soon as possible. If we start a war easily, I'm afraid it will hurt our foundation."

Pang Jinghong extinguished the cigarette in his hand and said slowly, "Whether we can fight or not is still unclear, but we must put some pressure on the old fellow Yan Baoguo, at least let him bear some losses. The combat effectiveness of the Yan faction is not a little bit worse than that of our Jiangbei Army. Yan Baoguo, this old fox, is also a big thunder and little rain. He will not easily start a war with us. I estimate that in the end, both sides will take a step back, and Yan Baoguo will definitely pay some compensation."

Qujiang City, Yunzhou, is the location of Yan's secret military base. Intelligence personnel from the Northwest Intelligence Bureau discovered traces of the military aid here, which was hidden here by the old fox Yan Baoguo.

Two days later, Pang Jinghong received a secret telegram. The sender was a spy from Pang's intelligence system who stayed in Yunzhou to carry out a mission.

The content of the telegram was that it was discovered that the Yan warlord had transported the military aid to a secret military base in Qujiang City. The evidence was conclusive and the intelligence personnel had also taken photos.

Pang Jinghong had previously suspected whether something had gone wrong with the group of intelligence personnel left in Yunzhou, but this telegram dispelled his doubts.

Having evidence and not having evidence are two different things.

Pang Jinghong immediately sent a telegram of accountability to the Yan faction warlords, ordering Yan Baoguo to hand over the military aid hidden in Qujiang City within 10 days, otherwise the two sides would immediately go to war without any room for negotiation.

In the Governor-General's Mansion of the Yan Clan, Yan Baoguo frowned and said, "Where did Pang Jinghong get the news that we hid this batch of military aid in Qujiang City, even the top brass don't know?"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Baoguo's eyes sparkled with a gleam of brilliance: "It must be that little fox Su Zhengyang. I underestimated him. Originally, the Northwest Revolutionary Army had been firmly on the receiving end of this blame. Now that the news has leaked out, the Pang Clan will definitely not let it go. Tell the 11th Army that war may really be coming. Tell them to stay alert and be careful."

No matter what, Yan Baoguo would not spit out the fat meat in his mouth. If the Pang faction was determined to fight this battle, war between the two sides would probably be inevitable.

And this is exactly the situation that Su Zhengyang hopes to see.