The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 123 Future
These sums of money and arms were all the real money that Zhang and Feng had planned and taken out in a hurry when Zhigui escaped.

No wonder Wang didn't care about his little yellow croaker at all. Apart from anything else, the gold and cash in front of him amounted to more than 200 million!

As for the arms, Jiang Cheng's face turned red when he saw it - let alone the 53rd Brigade and the 2nd Regiment, he could rely on the Xinmin territory to secretly expand another brigade!
Duan Zhigui, ah Duan Zhigui, you are indeed worthy of being the former top leader and military governor of Fengtian Province.
With this kind of wealth, he is probably one of the best in the whole Feng Province.

"Your father, just, just guarded these mountains of gold and silver... and didn't do anything?"

Even Hai Pingchuan was dumbfounded. "What is he thinking?"

There is really nothing wrong with this statement...

Even Jiang Cheng felt a little sorry for the father and son:

Logically speaking, the Cai family could have become the most wealthy warlord in Fengtian Province with this extremely rich wealth and equipment, allowing the two boys to have a better background and a higher starting point.

But the old guy was not only like a miser, but also lost his wealth and life because of his greed and stupidity.

As if noticing Jiang Cheng's indescribable expression, Cai Yuanzong asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

It’s not that Jiang Cheng has never seen the world, but who wouldn’t be confused by such a big scene?
He took a deep breath, trying his best to remain calm, and simply glanced through it indifferently.

After making sure that he had really made it big, Jiang Cheng said, "Now I finally understand why the old man has been thinking about Dapingzhuang!"

"Okay, enough talking, let the brothers get ready."

At this point, a few evil smiles appeared at the corners of his lips:

"I'm talking to you guys about those unscrupulous cannons we made earlier. Do you still remember the recipes?"

"We have plenty of time this time, so we need to prepare more!"

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For this era, the Flying Thunder Cannon, which is powerful, portable and easy to make, is what is called a dimensionality reduction attack in modern times.

If the gunpowder ratio is sufficient... the main feature of Feilei Rice Bowl is that it is large in quantity and filling.

Having almost not slept the whole night, Jiang Cheng, after some consideration, changed the time of the sneak attack to the early morning of the day after tomorrow.

Take advantage of the dead of night to send out a flying thunder to attack and then run away. It would be best if you can take Rong Shihong with you.

After filling their stomachs, the three of them changed clothes and rested. Cai Yuanzong called his cousin Cai Xiaofei, now the deputy commander of the 2nd Regiment, to go to the cavalry battalion to check the soldiers.

Although there is still one day until the raid, preparation is still absolutely necessary.

He called the three managers of the military supply department and asked them to prepare the explosives, linen ropes, gasoline barrels and other items needed for the flying thunder cannon.

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what the acting leader was going to do...but after all, he was the eldest son of the original leader, so they still obeyed his orders.

Only one night had passed, and this simple, easy-to-make yet life-threatening thing was piled all over the ground like black mushrooms after rain.

After Jiang Cheng got up, he burst into laughter, put his hands on his hips and praised the job well done.

He had prepared enough “firecrackers”, but what made him a little nervous was whether his soldiers would succeed or not.

Cai Junheng and his second group of losers were recognized by Jiang Lanxuan, Gao Wensheng, and even Hai Rusong...

Now, seeing this sparse group of soldiers, Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered how miserable they were when the Mongolian bandits invaded.

We don't have the strength to guard the house yet, so if we go out for a sneak attack, the chances of success will be halved.

Jiang Cheng looked around with a stern face at the indifferent soldiers present, turned around, hugged Hai Pingchuan, whispered a few words, and then asked him to find a fast horse and leave.

"What are you planning?"

Cai Yuanming didn't understand, so Jiang Cheng pulled him aside and whispered, "Second brother, don't blame me for being so direct..." "Do you think these soldiers in your family are good enough?"

Looking back at his suddenly awkward smile, Jiang Cheng lowered his voice even more, "I asked Pingchuan to go back and mobilize troops - 200 from his father's Liulihe Horse Farm!"

"This……"

Cai Yuanming turned around and looked at these unpromising things in his house, smiled bitterly and said, "Well, this is the only way."

"But don't worry... we will be able to train the team in a few days."

Having said that, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of that Guo Guizi:

The old guy is arrogant because of his talent, but he does have great ability to train new troops.

If I could pull him over to join the Dapingzhuang troops, I would save a lot of trouble...

Forget it.

I also remembered that in 1925, the old man started an uprising against Feng, which caused war all over the country, and the Japanese were also involved...

The old coach almost got himself into trouble, so how dare Jiang Cheng use such a person?

While thinking about it, Jiang Cheng asked Cai Yuanming to take him around the military camp.

He and Yang Yucheng studied a map of Dapingzhuang. Now, while Hai Pingchuan was away inspecting the troops, he took a walk around the area.

Needless to say, the military camp was a mess and dirty place, not even as good as the big bunk beds in Beidaying.

You could smell the stench from a long distance away, and even the smell of smoke.

It has been several months since Jiang Cheng quit smoking, but he felt inexplicably nauseous when he smelled the same smell again, and the smell made him almost vomit on the spot.

"Fuck, this is a complete pig slum."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but cover his nose and curse secretly.

"Ah? What...what is Sanwei?"

Cai Yuanming didn't hear it clearly.

"The smell of feet, the smell of body, plus the stinky shack and the opium... oh, I forgot one more smell,"

Jiang Cheng stared at the useless soldiers who were huddled together and bragging, then looked at Cai Yuanming's expression, who looked like he was used to it, and curled his lips and thought:
There's no way he has any fighting ability.

But then again, with warlords ruling the country these days, aren't the soldiers under their command all like pigs?
Even my dad has several Wang Xiaoquans under his command, not to mention Mr. Cai’s subordinates.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Just answer me honestly... You and your brother don't smoke that longevity cream, right?"

"Ah? No, no... I was bitten a few times by some of my buddies, but my mom beat me up! She said if we dare to smoke the longevity cream, she would break our legs!"

Even though Cai Yuanming is always laughing and joking and doesn't take anyone seriously...he is still very respectful to his mother.

"Haha? I really can't believe you're such a good kid who listens to your mother!"

"Hey, go away, stop making fun of my mother, or I'll be rude to you."

The two of them were fighting and pushing each other as they left the barracks. Jiang Cheng had already made up his mind.

It was only when he took him around the village that Jiang Cheng discovered that Dapingzhuang could actually be considered a small county town: it had a large population, many wealthy households, and even an established commercial street.

Outside the city, the fields are fertile, and in the autumn there is a scene of bumper harvest - in this era of war and chaos, such a magnificent scene is truly rare.

(End of this chapter)