The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 1 Crossing
I had no strength at all, and my body ached to the point of being completely exhausted.

But as he regained consciousness, Jiang Cheng smelled a strong fragrance.

It's clearly... the smell of cheap perfume mixed with cosmetics.

This is not right, why is there such a smell in the barracks?
Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself lying on an unfamiliar double bed.

He looked around the strange room warily: the white walls were gone, the bunk beds were gone, the neatly-knit military supplies were gone, and in their place were luxurious decorations of pink gold and rose red.

"Is the master awake?"

"Master Jun, you are so amazing..."

The woman beside him let out a whimper and gently extended her lotus-like white arm over him.

She has jade-white skin, long eyelashes, a pointed chin and an oval face. She is a real beauty!

The soft touch and the scent of the powder reminded him again——

This isn't a fucking dream, this is a time travel!
Jiang Cheng, a recent graduate of Northeastern University, joined a border defense unit in Heilongjiang Province.

Where is this place and who am I?

Noticing the old-fashioned phonograph on the bedside table and combining it with the furnishings in the room, Jiang Cheng was shocked: Could it be from the Republic of China?
There were men's and women's clothes scattered on the ground, including a green cheongsam and a military uniform.

Judging from the style, it belongs to the Fengtian Army.

Brand new, probably still a junior officer.

Jiang Cheng began to build a grand blueprint of "revitalizing the Northeast and killing all those damn invaders" in his mind, and he remembered it bit by bit.

Jiang Cheng was the only son of Jiang Lanxuan, commander of the cavalry battalion of the 28th Division of the Fengtian Army in Northeast China.

The fifth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1916.

It's really like traveling through time.

"What's wrong, General? Why don't you get some sleep? It's just dawn!"

The woman's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts, but Jiang Cheng jumped up and quickly got dressed.

He remembered something big.

Father Jiang Lanxuan's base was not in Fengtian. He came to the provincial capital at his father's request to give a gift to Marshal Zhang's married daughter.

The 28th Division, to which my father belonged, naturally had to give some face to Marshal Zhang, the commander of the brother unit, the 27th Division.

Damn, he is actually a playboy - instead of doing things quickly, he goes to the brothel when he comes into the city.

After secretly cursing the unreliable original owner, Jiang Cheng trotted out of the alley.

The Fengtian City in the Republic of China era was old and mottled.

It was already bright in the sky, and peddlers were carrying loads and shouting in a long voice about needles and thread, and students who were going to foreign schools were running by quickly, carrying books...

As expected of a famous city in the Republic of China era, the streets are bustling and prosperous.

As I was looking around, I heard an earth-shattering explosion in the distance!

Although there was chaos and war everywhere during the Republic of China era, cities like Fengtian were still relatively peaceful.

"It's a grenade."

After all, being a soldier in the 21st century, Jiang Cheng immediately determined that the explosion was caused by a grenade.

"Run! Gunfire is going on!"

"There are soldiers fighting ahead... ahead."

It was just past eight in the morning and the quiet Fengtian City was beginning its busy day. The sudden explosion caused people to scream and run away in panic.

Just as he was hesitating, someone shouted again: "The cars of the senior officials have been blown up, run!"

Senior official?

The high-ranking official in Fengtian at this time seemed to be Marshal Zhang.

On the day of his daughter Zhang Shoufang's wedding, the Marshal, who was coming out of Fengtian Station, encountered a bomb attack near Xiaoxiguan.

It's a small notebook.

This group of thugs was led by Japanese ronin Kawashima Naniwa, who wanted to blow up the Marshal, then take advantage of the chaos to seize the provincial capital Fengtian and make Northeast China the world of the Zongli Party.

In this way, they could slowly erode the entire Northeast with the help of the Zongli Socialist Party.

Thinking of the numerous crimes committed by the Japanese in China, Jiang Cheng felt a surge of anger rising.

I'm already here, how can I continue to indulge your bad habits? He turned around and rushed towards the sound of the explosion against the crowd. Continuous explosions followed one after another. A large number of fragments fell from the small building on the street, hitting his face painfully.

This young officer's physical strength was really poor. He was already out of breath after running around two street corners.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions were continuous, and the entire Xiaoximen Street was filled with smoke and chaos.

The so-called street, in the eyes of a modern man like him, is nothing more than a flat road narrow between two rows of buildings. It is ok for pedestrians and cars to pass through normally, but now it is too crowded in the chaos, and no matter how many soldiers there are, they cannot move freely.

Several Western cars that were blown up and smoking were lying in the middle of the road. The Marshal's guard regiment was not a pushover and used them as cover and fired back frantically with guns.

However, Jiang Cheng was very clear that these seemingly brave actions were nothing more than relying on the large number of people and bullets to randomly shoot at the windows where grenades might be thrown again.

This dandy young master came out of a brothel, so how could he have any weapons on him?

Wouldn't it be asking for trouble to rush forward empty-handed?

Looking around in the blind spot between the buildings, Jiang Cheng snatched the pistol from a dead body lying on the ground.

I have seen this thing in some military forums: the three-barrel box originating from Germany has always been favored by officers because of its compact structure and powerfulness.

After two years in the army, my squad leader often took me to the back hills to "destroy bullets," and my marksmanship became quite good.

He rubbed the nose of the plane against his thigh, raised his hand and aimed with a sharp look.

"Boom! Boom!"

After firing two shots in different directions, the two assassins who attempted to throw grenades again fell out of the balcony and became dead on the ground.

"Wow, who is so powerful!"

"Who hit you?"

In the chaos, several soldiers suddenly turned their heads.

There was no systematic military training these days. Naturally, these soldiers would be shocked by his "record" of nodding his head with every shot.

Facing these surprised and envious looks, Jiang Cheng thought to himself:

Who is Marshal Zhang?

The grassroots hero who started the uprising at Bajiaotai was extremely shrewd and resourceful, and he should have gone into the alley and slipped away to the Marshal's mansion at this moment.

Thinking of this dangerous ending, Jiang Cheng became playful:

Why don't you show up in front of the Marshal?
The Marshal values ​​talents the most, and gaining his favor will be beneficial to your career in the future.

They did what they said. Not long into the alley, they heard gunshots again between the buildings and pavilions.

I pricked up my ears to identify the direction and then ran over as fast as I could. The street fighting had already begun.

Seven or eight gunmen in black blocked the entire road from three directions, and each of them continued to shoot calmly in a hidden place - they seemed ready to beat the handsome man and his guards into a pulp.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Jiang Cheng heard a curse coming from behind a luxury car: "Fuck you, you are doing this to me!"

Knowing whose famous quote this was, Jiang Cheng turned around and saw Zhao Xishun protecting a bearded man and shooting continuously.

His brows furrowed slightly as he calmly raised his gun and aimed.

boom!
A shot was fired, and the unlucky guy who was about to aim at Zhao Xishun was pierced through the head and fell to the ground dead. This move not only made the assassins realize that the guard regiment had reinforcements, but also attracted the attention of the Marshal himself: "Who are you?"

Before he could answer, the assassins on the opposite side who noticed his position pointed their guns at him and poured bullets into the low wall where he was hiding.

"Kid, hide!"

Seeing the focus of fire on him, Zhao Xishun, who was always straightforward, quickly reminded, "Don't stick your head out..."

"I'm going to fuck your uncle's little Japan."

After this street fight that was no different from a random fight, Jiang Cheng locked down the positions of the two gunmen.

"Brother, there is one in the corner about thirty steps in front of you!"

Yelling at Zhao Xishun who kept firing, Jiang Cheng took advantage of a gap in the shooting to half lean out and shoot at the assassin hiding behind the rickshaw.

In the chaos, his shot missed the opponent's head, but he did penetrate the opponent's shoulder blade.

The assassin fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, screaming.

But even so, the usually brave Marshal's guards couldn't help but exclaim: "Beautiful boy!"

New book opens!
Miss Xingchen sincerely invites everyone to collect it~!

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(End of this chapter)