Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

"Cannon! What's it for?! Answer me!"

His roar echoed in the auditorium with unquestionable majesty.

The students were shocked by this momentum and were speechless for a moment.

After a few seconds, some people responded sparsely.

"Defend the country!"

"Deter the enemy!"

"Maintain peace!"

Various standard answers emerged one after another.

Zhao Yuanchao shook his head, and the disdainful expression on his face became even stronger.

He slammed the podium with a loud bang, shaking the entire auditorium.

"Wrong! All wrong!"

He looked around the room, enunciating each word, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, and also clearly reaching the secret room above.

"I'm telling you!"

"Cannons are used to measure land areas!"

boom--!

The entire auditorium exploded.

The students jumped up from their seats frantically, waving their fists, roaring and shouting, their young faces flushed red and their eyes burning with fire.

That was not a lecture, it was a war mobilization.

Zhao Yuanchao was not a scholar, he was a general who could ignite souls.

He stood in the midst of the frenzied noise, expressionless, like a reef in the center of a storm, standing firm despite the huge waves.

He waited quietly, letting the waves of sound wash over the podium.

The boiling air and the faces distorted by excitement were just an ordinary scene in his eyes.

Finally, he raised one hand, without exerting any force, simply raising it to his chest, palm facing down.

A simple action.

The noise in the entire auditorium was instantly suppressed by an invisible big hand and stopped abruptly.

The frenzy of thousands of people turned into absolute silence with just one gesture from him.

In the conference room above, the civilian leader subconsciously straightened his back, and the hand pressed on his crown.

The breathing of several old generals also became heavy.

"The land needs to be measured."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice returned to its previous calm, but the coldness that penetrated it was even stronger than before. "But in some places, it's not a matter of distance, but a poisonous sore that grows in the flesh and rots in the bones."

He didn't need to point it out.

Everyone knew where he was talking about.

"Some people say that this carbuncle needs to be treated slowly. Apply medicine, wrap it with gauze, and tell yourself and others that it doesn't hurt and that it will heal on its own one day."

"They forget that the longer you wait to see a boil, the deeper it rots. When it gets to the point where it's rotten, you have to scrape the bone to cure the poison, or even amputate your arm to survive."

He took two slow steps, his leather shoes making a crisp and rhythmic sound on the stage, counting down to the upcoming verdict.

“So, my stance has always been very simple.”

His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept across the audience and everyone in front of the screen.

"It's better to fight early than late."

"A small fight is not as good as a big fight!"

These twelve words, without any roar or roar, carried more weight than any previous sentence.

Those twelve steel nails were driven deeply into everyone's heart.

There was no applause in the auditorium, only gasps of surprise.

The students were shocked by this undisguised murderous aura. Their mouths were open and the fire burning in their eyes turned into worship mixed with fear.

Chapter 17 Hawkish General

Zhao Yuanchao on the screen could feel the gazes from thousands of miles away.

He stopped, stood back on the podium, supported himself on the edge of the podium with his hands, and leaned forward again.

"I know someone will say this again. They'll say this is warmongering and a challenge to the international order."

"They will cry out, 'Why fight? Can't we resolve this peacefully?'"

His voice was full of mockery.

"Peace? Of course."

He nodded, agreeing with this point of view.

But the next second, his tone suddenly changed.

"Kneeling down for peace, do you want it?!"

"do not want!"

In the audience, a boy suddenly stood up and answered in a roar.

His roar was like a spark, instantly igniting the entire auditorium.

"do not want!"

"Absolutely not!"

The response was like a tsunami, more orderly and louder than any previous one.

Zhao Yuanchao nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

He wanted to tear apart all the disguises of tenderness and affection, revealing the most primitive and cruel law of the jungle.

"But, if we want to fight a big fight, it also depends on how we fight."

He changed the subject and raised a tactical question.

"If we decide to take action and wipe out the enemy, then who will be our biggest obstacle, besides those clowns on the other side?"

The students fell into deep thought.

Someone whispered, "It's Country M..."

Zhao Yuanchao shook his head. "Country M is too far away. By the time their massive fleet slowly drifts over, our shells will have already turned over the concrete floor. Water from far away cannot quench a nearby fire."

His gaze slowly turned to the east.

A name that everyone knows but subconsciously doesn't want to mention.

"It's the neighbor who sleeps next to our bed, who has been trying to destroy us for hundreds of years and is always trying to stab us in the back."

"Sakura Country!"

A student blurted out, his voice filled with deep hatred.

"Yes."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was icy cold. "They watch the fire from the other side of the river, reaping the benefits. They might even strike us a fatal blow at the most critical moment. This is their traditional skill."

“So, my second claim is based on cost accounting.”

Cost accounting?

The students were stunned.

Everyone in the conference room above was also stunned.

How can war be calculated using cost accounting?

Zhao Yuanchao saw through their thoughts.

"War is a battle of logistics and money. Using the minimum cost to achieve the greatest results is the first principle of military operations."

He held out a finger.

"So, if you hit one, you hit one."

He extended a second finger.

"It's still a fight if you hit two people."

His voice was calm and clear, but he said something that made everyone's scalp tingle.

"Since we're going to fight anyway, and since that dog next to us is always trying to bite, then..."

"It's not enough to fight the kid alone, why not bring Sakura along too!"

Dead silence.

If it was shocking before, now it is utter horror.

The entire auditorium was so quiet that one could hear one's own heartbeat.

The students opened their eyes wide, unable to believe their ears.

Such extremely arrogant and overbearing remarks have exceeded their wildest imagination.

In the conference room above, the civilian leader's face had turned from pale to blue.

His hands under the table began to tremble slightly.

madman!

This guy is a complete war maniac!

The old generals were struck by lightning and their bodies became stiff.

One of them subconsciously picked up the teacup, but because his hands were shaking, the scalding tea spilled on his hands without him noticing.