The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 13 A Big Harvest

The gunshots just now scared a few mules and made them run around.

Fortunately, one of the brothers they brought with them used to be a groom, so he calmed the frightened animals without much effort.

The group quickly evacuated back to Xinmin under the cover of night.

"Let's not go into the city, let's go to the horse farm!"

Just as they were getting closer, Jiang Cheng, who was leading the group, suddenly yelled.

By now the sky was gradually turning bright. If they brought so many things into the city, even if they were careful, it might arouse the vigilance of the Japanese in the county.

Besides, there must be accomplices in the city who wanted to assassinate the Marshal, and he didn't want to alarm these Japanese spies.

So the best way is to hide things without anyone noticing.

Before his father was promoted to commander of the cavalry battalion and was in charge of Xinmin’s public security, he was the manager of Liuliyuan Horse Farm. Now the horse farm is still under his father’s jurisdiction and is guarded by soldiers all year round.

Following his memory, he led the large group forward. When the sentry at the horse farm saw them, he turned the machine gun on the guard tower around. Jiang Cheng hurriedly shouted to identify themselves.

"Is it Master?"

The racecourse is a place he often visits. After all, horse racing is one of Fuguige's hobbies.

He immediately yelled and pulled aside the wooden roadblock at the door to make way for them. After entering the venue, Jiang Cheng yelled for a doctor and jumped off his horse in a hurry.

The brothers were just carrying the unconscious Gao Wensheng off their horses and were frantically carrying him towards the barracks in the distance.

"Feilan! What trouble have you gotten yourself into again?"

At this moment, the sky was already slightly bright. Jiang Cheng, who was panting, was about to chase after them, but he heard someone calling him from the other side of the stable.

Looking back, Jiang Cheng recognized the other person.

This bare-bottomed man wearing a Fengtian Army uniform askew is named Hai Rushong, and like Gao Wensheng, he is also Dad's confidant.

He is now fully responsible for the management of the horse farm and serves as deputy battalion commander.

It must be said that the old guy also watched me grow up, and the original owner always called him Uncle Hai.

"Ah, it's Uncle Hai!"

Jiang Cheng shuddered when he saw his full beard. The memory of the original owner being beaten and punished still affected him. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Unlike Gao Wensheng, who was mild-mannered and had some civil servant air, this Manchu who drank three times a day had a loud voice and an even louder temper, and he never took the laws seriously.

He was especially good at disciplining the original owner, a guy with the temperament of a young master, and often let him experience the iron fist of a minority ethnic group.

"What's wrong with you again, you little bastard?"

He rubbed his eyes and his mouth was full of alcohol. He was especially angry when he saw the unconscious Gao Wensheng, "You are getting more and more successful as you grow older. How can your father control you?"

"Uncle Hai, why do you think I'm immature? I...well, I won't talk to you anymore. I want to go see my uncle."

Jiang Cheng, who was thinking about Gao Wensheng, didn't want to waste time on him. He left him and ran towards the barracks.

At this moment, the military doctor in the camp also rushed over. The reason why these people stayed at the horse farm was not because they were afraid of wounded soldiers, but more for these excellent breeds of war horses.

"Uncle, uncle, are you okay?"

A large bunk bed was temporarily arranged and several anxious soldiers surrounded it, making it impossible for the military doctor and his assistant to do anything.

"Get out of here! Treat your injuries. You guys are just causing more trouble than just standing here!"

Hai Rushong, who came in at this moment, was already dressed neatly, with his hands on his waist, shouting at everyone to leave... But when he turned his eyes to Gao Wensheng on the bed, his face suddenly turned dark.

"Fuck you, you little bastard, what's the big deal?"

As soon as he came up, he was about to pull his ear, but as luck would have it, Gao Wensheng just woke up and whispered to the angry Gao Wensheng, "You little brat didn't cause any trouble. It was, it was me..."

The big hands like a palm leaf fan were pinching his ears. Hai Rusong let go of the grinning Jiang Cheng and rushed over: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" "Where's the stuff? It's not lost, is it?"

Without answering him directly, Gao Wensheng, with a pale face, turned his fiery gaze to Jiang Cheng, "Feilan, have you brought all the brothers back?"

"Yes, I brought them all back... Stop worrying about these things and take a rest first."

Jiang Cheng was so anxious that he turned around and grabbed the military doctor. "Hurry up and treat him. If you can cure him, you will be rewarded!"

Hearing this, the military doctor dared not delay. He quickly put aside his medicine box and started taking out gauze and some medical instruments.

"What the hell is going on here!"

Hai Rusong grabbed Jiang Cheng and asked, but before he could explain, a gunshot was heard outside the barracks.

The two looked at each other in shock, then turned around and ran out the door.

A few of his men, who were curious about the situation, opened the box that Jiang Cheng and his men had brought back. Inside, there were neatly arranged brand new Type 38 rifles, a lot of bullets, and melon grenades...

There was also a box containing a samurai sword.

"I'll be a good boy!"

For the moment, Hai Rushong didn't care about scolding his clumsy subordinates. He walked forward with his mouth half open, stroking it as if it were a treasure.

The strong smell of gun oil hit his face and a little bit of it stuck to his hands. This old man, who claimed to be used to big scenes, now felt like a new son-in-law who was at a loss.

Sent!

A rough estimate is that there are hundreds of Type 38 rifles, more than a thousand rounds of bullets, and more than three hundred grenades.

What did this mean in the fifth year of the Republic of China?
Even if you add up the rations of his father's cavalry battalion for three to five years, it's still not as much! So rich!

"Feilan, where are you from?"

"Uncle, let's not talk about this first..."

Jiang Cheng's face darkened, and he glared at the nosy soldiers fiercely. He stepped forward, snatched the rifles from their hands and put them back, "Who the hell told you to move around? You have no rules at all..."

"Uncle Hai, I think you need to be more strict with your men from now on. Okay, hide the things first, and I will talk to you slowly."

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When he explained the whole cause and effect to Hai Rushong, the latter's Li Kui's face was so frightened that it turned into a pale Cao Cao, with his mouth wide open in the shape of "o" and unable to close.

After a long while, he stood up and paced back and forth: "You kid... No, not only you, Wensheng is too bold! How dare you rob the Japanese!"

Before he opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng had expected that he would scold them for being reckless, but he did not expect that this uncle-like figure would laugh out loud: "Why don't you call me for such a good thing? Feilan, can you give me some of this equipment?"

Phew, it turns out you were thinking about it.

Jiang Cheng covered his face.

"Haha, I'm not going to snatch it from you! How can an uncle take away good things from his nephew?"

Hai Rushong laughed heartily, "Okay, I think I know. You hid it here because you were afraid your father would find out, right? Leave it here with me for now."

Jiang Cheng still feels at ease with this uncle.

He is a straightforward person and not someone who is greedy for bargains. He must have his considerations for bringing so many good things here.

"Uncle Hai, I won't hide it from you... I want to use these equipment to form my own team."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his hands and spoke out his true thoughts, "The current situation is unstable, and it is hard to say what the future of our 28th and 27th Divisions will be--"

"We have no men and no guns. I took this opportunity and got some equipment to form my own team."

(End of this chapter)