The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 2 Little Japanese
It's already this time, and you still have time to praise me?

His successive attacks caused all the assassins to point their guns at him and start fighting desperately.

The whizzing bullets hit the hidden low wall, splashing large pieces of debris, which frightened him so much that he covered his head and shrank back, not daring to show his head again.

A fatal bullet almost shot past his face, and Jiang Cheng almost blurted out:

Damn these ronin, they are a bunch of desperadoes!

"Kid, hide!"

I don’t know where the helpers came from, but they were so powerful that Zhao Xishun roared and risked his life.

The battle instantly entered a white-hot stage. Led by this tough guy, several soldiers of the guard regiment fired at the opposite side like crazy.

No matter how cunning they were, their positions were exposed because of the crazy shooting just now. At this moment, the battle on Xiaoximen Street had ended, and Marshal Zhang's guards began to surround them from all directions.

If he didn't run now, it would be too late... Feeling something was wrong, Xiao Benzi retreated in a hurry, and two more people were shot and killed during the retreat.

"Go chase him! Go chase him now!"

Marshal Zhang, who had been hiding in a small alley, first sneaked in and saw that the gunmen who were trying to assassinate him had run away. He was so angry that he started cursing loudly.

The guards standing in the middle were silent as a mouse, and shouted as they hurriedly chased the assassins from all directions.

Just as the Marshal was furious, Jiang Cheng, holding three boxes in his hands, carefully walked towards the rickshaw parked on the side of the road.

In the chaos of the fight, he missed his shot and failed to kill the Jap; now that all his accomplices had run away, this was the best chance to catch him.

The guy was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground, bleeding and losing consciousness. However, when he saw someone approaching, he still forced himself to raise his gun and shoot back.

"Fuck you, little Japanese. Is Northeast China also a place for you to run wild?"

Seeing how crazy he was, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and kicked the weapon away from his hand, then slapped him twice, "Hey, you still dare to glare at me?"

While studying at Northeastern University, he taught himself Japanese.

"Don't kill him, leave him alive!"

Under the protection of Zhao Xishun and several guards, Marshal Zhang came running over panting.

This mess made him so angry that he cursed, "Fuck you, who did this? Take this guy back and ask him about it!"

"Master, I think you don't need to ask."

Jiang Cheng smiled back, and in the other person's slightly surprised look, he took off the shoes and socks of the living person, "With this foot shape, he should wear clogs."

Marshal Zhang was visibly stunned by his words.

With a lowered eyebrow at the gunman lying on the ground, he suddenly pulled out his pistol and sent him straight to the Emperor.

The clever little eyes blinked twice at Jiang Cheng, and the old fox's expression became more serious: "Don't tell anyone about what happened today!"

Jiang Cheng understood what he meant in an instant, and stood at attention, knocking his boots loudly: "Yes, handsome man!"

"Xishun, remember his name... We have to run quickly. If we miss the time, my daughter will get angry!"

Although there was no danger, after all, it was such a big assassination incident, but he was calm and went to marry his daughter.

Jiang Cheng smacked his lips: Wow, no wonder he was a powerful warlord who once dominated a region, he really has some extraordinary qualities.

Zhao Xishun quickly called some people to follow the master, and he raised his hand and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid, what's your name, where do you work now?"

Jiang Cheng stood at attention and said, "I am Jiang Cheng, and now I am..."

The second half of the sentence was missing because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember the unit number.

However, Xishun suddenly realized when he heard the name: "It's Feilan? Haha... I was wondering if you thought he looked familiar! I haven't seen him for years - have you grown so big?"

"Following your father, are you going to the provincial capital to attend the Marshal's wedding?"

As he spoke, he slapped him on the butt with his backhand, and it was obvious that he was very familiar with him. Jiang Cheng blinked and remembered: the original owner was the same age as the young marshal, and they had studied together in the foreign school in the provincial capital, so Xishun, as the marshal's personal bodyguard, was quite familiar with him.

The name he called "Feilan" was his courtesy name.

"Oh, it's my old brother... We haven't seen each other for seven or eight years, right?"

Jiang Cheng smiled as he called him according to the original owner's memory.

"Who says it's not?"

Xishun put his arm around his neck, smiled happily and walked towards the general's residence, "You have made great progress, kid! You are a good shooter, did you learn from your father?"

As the Marshal's personal bodyguard, Zhao Xishun is shrewd, but also honest and straightforward - he never expected that Jiang Cheng in front of him had become a different person, who walked up to him with a smile, put his arms around his neck and went to the Marshal's residence.

After carefully choosing his words to talk to him, Jiang Cheng roughly matched the timeline:

On the day when Zhang Shoufang, the eldest daughter of the Marshal's Mansion, got married, Prince Zairen, the younger brother of the Japanese Emperor, was returning to Japan from the Russians and passed through Fengtian. The Marshal, his buddies, and a group of subordinates went to Fengtian Station to greet him and see him off.

On the way back, the Marshal encountered the Japanese who were trying to assassinate him.

While chatting, Jiang Cheng, Xishun and other soldiers from the guard group had already entered the Marshal's Mansion from the back door.

The grand open courtyard was now decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and big red wedding characters were pasted everywhere. The sounds of firecrackers, gongs and drums resounded through the sky. The general, who was already in full military uniform, was taking his daughter, who was wearing a phoenix crown and a red bridal robe, to get married. The guests filled the entire courtyard.

"Feilan, I'll go to Mr. Shuai first to support him."

Xishun turned around and said politely, "Don't leave later, let's sit at the same table... You are becoming more capable, we have to have a good chat."

Seeing that he was so polite, Jiang Cheng hurriedly bowed and responded to a few words, then watched him squeeze into the crowd and follow the Marshal.

With a long sigh, Jiang Cheng frowned and looked around again:
Not long after Zhang Shoufang got married, the Marshal who received support was firmly seated in Fengtian; the positions of high officials and military governors both fell into his pockets.

The struggle among various forces in Fengtian City also turned from undercurrents to open conflicts.

Take today's assassination as an example. It was actually a conflict between the Japanese military and the political circles:

The Japanese General Staff, the Governor of the Kwantung Army and that lousy ronin Kawashima Naniwa believed that the Marshal was an obstacle to the realization of his "Manchuria and Mongolia Independence Movement" and that he had to be eliminated to support the Zongshe Party;

However, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Consul General of Omoto believed that supporting the independence of the Marshal would allow them to occupy the Northeast without bloodshed.

They probably never dreamed that the bearded man they helped to raise would only cheat them if it was beneficial, and ignore them if it was not beneficial...

Before the Huanggutun Incident, this old fox basically taught that bastard a lesson every few days.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng curled his thin lips slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile: I've caught up with something good. The Marshal had just entered Fengtian in 1916. Wouldn't it be great to use the family's influence to get some benefits from the Marshal while everything is still underway?

Besides, there will be a war in the future. If we build up our forces in the Northeast and expand our army, we can beat up these ignorant bastards if the September 18 Incident breaks out. That would be…

While I was planning my development blueprint, I was slapped hard on the back of my head!

"You little brat, I couldn't find you anywhere, so you came here?"

Looking back, an officer was furious.

Judging from the age, the man's features were somewhat similar to Jiang Cheng's: he was obviously his father, Jiang Lanxuan, who was the commander of the cavalry battalion in the 28th Division.

Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, he was grabbed by the ear and dragged to a small car that had been parked in the back alley. "What did you say on the way here? After you give the donation, we'll go back to Xinmin... Who asked you to stay here so long?"

Looking back at the increasingly angry face, Jiang Cheng was startled:
The Marshal is very popular now, and his remarks seem to be a bit evasive.

You don't plan to follow Marshal Zhang? No way...

Before he could figure out the cause and effect of the matter, Jiang Lanxuan suddenly said coldly: "What have you been doing for all night?"

"You're hanging out with Xiao Liuzi and his gang again, smoking opium, right?"

"I'll beat you to death you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)