Chapter 244: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (23)
"Please take a seat, everyone." Han Zhiyao's attitude was neither cold nor hot. The maid beside him was very considerate. She came over and poured tea for a few people, then stepped aside.
Li Ziyan had already helped the old lady back to her room. They should try their best to avoid such political issues and reduce some trouble for Han Zhiyao.
Several people sat on the sofa and smiled at Han Zhiyao. "Marshal Han, we have long heard of your great name. We in the Southern Government have heard a lot about your reputation."
"Thank you for the compliments. I'm afraid you didn't come here to chat with me today, did you?" Han Zhiyao's expression didn't change. He looked up at the others and smiled. "There's no need to beat around the bush. Since we're all military men, let's be straightforward."
"This... Marshal Han is indeed a straightforward person. In this case, we will not beat around the bush. Our President knows that Marshal Han has returned victorious today, so he specially asked us to come here to talk to you about our national affairs."
"National affairs?"
The man nodded. "Yes, Marshal Han should also be aware that different forces now occupy different parts of our country. To put it nicely, it's a struggle for hegemony, but to put it bluntly, it's a mess. Marshal Han should know that if we can't unite in a war, we will lose the initiative."
"so what?"
"So... Marshal Han, our Southern Government greatly admires your abilities and would love to cooperate with you. If you are willing to join our Southern Government, you will have everything, political power, military power, and everything else."
Han Zhiyao didn't say anything, picked up the teacup and took a sip. A hint of sneer flashed in his eyes, but the other party didn't see it.
"Marshal Han, we should also consider this carefully. The country is falling apart. If some reactionary elements with ulterior motives seize the opportunity, then we will lose more than we gain."
"Han understands, but I just returned from the battlefield and need to rest before making any plans."
"Of course, of course," the man nodded repeatedly, knowing that Han Zhiyao meant to send the guests away. He stood up with the few people around him and said, "Then please think it over carefully, Marshal Han. We will come back to bother you in a few days."
"Well, butler, please show the guest out."
"Yes, Marshal."
The butler came from the doorway, bowed slightly to the group, and extended his hand, "Sirs, please come in."
Several people nodded to Han Zhiyao and left the Marshal's Mansion under the guidance of the housekeeper. Han Zhiyao looked at their backs, and the emotions in his eyes gradually condensed into frost, and finally turned into a cold and disdainful smile on his lips.
Li Ziyan had also been paying attention to the movements downstairs. He accompanied the old lady to sleep, and only came out of the old lady's room and went to look for Han Zhiyao when he heard the car starting.
"How is it, Marshal?"
"Come in, I'll go in and talk to you."
"Yeah." Li Ziyan nodded and followed Han Zhiyao's strength into the room.
Han Zhiyao sat on the bed, took off his clothes, revealing his strong upper body.
His movements were smooth, and there were still scratches on his body from Li Ziyan's passion, which made Li Ziyan blush and his heart beat fast. However, now was not a good time to talk about love. Li Ziyan touched his waist and sat down next to Han Zhiyao.
"They are special envoys from the Southern government. They came here on the orders of the Southern President."
"The President of the South? Why would he contact you?"
Li Ziyan frowned. The domestic situation was not very good. Although there were various warlords to stabilize foreign invasion, the domestic political environment was not optimistic.
Due to some legacy issues, the political landscapes of the North and South differed. The Southern President advocated one-party dictatorship, and while he did stabilize the South, those familiar with politics knew that his political stance was not firm. After the war broke out, he adopted a passive and avoidant attitude. Instead, he resorted to force against dissenting voices within the country.
"They said they wanted to cooperate with me. To put it bluntly, they just wanted to recruit me. I'm afraid they didn't even know me, but the commanders of the southwest and northeast fortresses, they must have contacted all of them."
"I'm afraid it's not for foreign enemies."
Han Zhiyao nodded and lay on the bed holding Li Ziyan. He frowned, but his eyes did not show much distress. "It's hard to say who this Southern President is, but he wants to unify China. Now he's looking for cooperation with us. First, he wants the military power in our hands, and second, he wants to occupy a leading position. Now that the Labor Party is rising, they are afraid that their position will be threatened."
"So, Marshal, what do you think?"
"Oh, I'm not interested in their intrigues, and I don't want to waste time on internal strife. Let them do what they want. I just want to defend against external enemies."
Li Ziyan nodded and hugged Han Zhiyao's waist, but his expression was deep.
The situation is serious now, and those people dare not take action against warlords like Han Zhiyao, but once the situation stabilizes in the future, the internal strife will definitely not stop. If Han Zhiyao is unwilling to cooperate with them, then he may be killed.
Taking a deep breath, Li Ziyan closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms tightly.
As they expected, that group of people came to fight a protracted war. After staying in the hotel, they often came to the Marshal's Mansion. They thought of using the newspapers to manipulate the relationship with Han Zhiyao. In this way, even if Han Zhiyao did not surrender to them, other forces would not easily trust Han Zhiyao, and in the end, Han Zhiyao would still obey their orders.
But what they didn't expect was that there was a person named Li Ziyan beside Han Zhiyao. Li Ziyan had thought of this a long time ago. He had already become a leader in the literary field of Beijing. The bosses of various newspapers had friendships with him and stopped all submissions in this regard.
The Southern Special Envoys were afraid that their identities would be exposed and their plan would be ruined, so they had to give up the idea. From time to time, they went to the Marshal's Mansion to talk to Han Zhiyao, but Han Zhiyao was either at the military headquarters or closed the door to visitors, leaving them with no place to put their efforts.
"Marshal, the situation in the South is not very good. The Southern President has been retreating again and again, unwilling to face the enemy head-on. He has already lost two port cities."
Han Zhiyao frowned. Although he was a warlord stationed in the north, both the north and the south were his Chinese territory. He couldn't just ignore it.
"Aren't there still Hunan troops in the south? Why didn't they go?"
"The fighting in the southwest is also tense. We are defeating these little devils one by one. They are holding on tight. What's more, they have reinforcements."
Han Zhiyao clenched the pen in his hand with a serious expression. Each of their warlords was a strong fighter, but this was also their biggest problem.
"Send a telegram to the generals. I, Han, would like to raise the national defense flag and ask who is willing to join."
"yes!"
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