The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 32 Meeting
After some twists and turns, he finally managed to sneak into the general's mansion;
The most important thing is that he entered the Marshal's Mansion this time by riding on the "windfall" of the future Marshal's wife.
Feng Yong witnessed all of this with his own eyes, so he should be able to use this excuse to deal with his superiors.

After all, before the 28th Division followed the "Braid Army" into BJ, the Cavalry Battalion had to maintain goodwill with the Feng family.

after that……

"Master Jiang has come to the Marshal's Mansion again at this late hour. What is he thinking about?"

Jiang Cheng was thinking about these things and lost in thought. How could he notice that there was someone else in this luxurious reception room?
I suddenly jumped up from the leather sofa and turned around, and saw a man in military uniform sitting with his legs crossed behind a bookshelf full of classics in the distance.

This……

Not that person?
Jiang Cheng immediately remembered that day when he and Xuecheng went to the Tanaka Bathhouse to bathe, and he was the arrogant guard!
Wait, he shouldn’t be a guard yet.

He remembered it clearly, the guy said with his own mouth: I dare not use him as a bodyguard.

"Who is your honor?"

Jiang Cheng didn't recognize him and was about to ask about his identity, but the other person stood up with a sneer, his expression still as arrogant as ever.

But before he could say anything, there was a slight knock at the door of the living room, followed by that familiar voice: "Fuck, is the news true?"

The two of them turned around and walked back at the same time, and when they saw the commander coming in, they hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

Zhao Xishun, who followed behind him, answered carefully: "Sir, that's what happened! I just checked with the police department."

"We caught two alive, and both said they were..."

Having said this, he immediately stopped the second half of the sentence.

But in fact, he didn't need to explain it clearly, Jiang Cheng could understand it: those people distributing leaflets in the city were paid and instructed by the Japanese.

Fengtian City, from the past to the present and even in the future, has been occupied by a large number of Japanese spies and has long been infiltrated beyond recognition.

"Hey, Mao Chen is here too?"

It was not until he sat down at his desk that the Marshal raised his eyes and noticed the officer following Jiang Cheng.

As the two of them exchanged pleasantries, Jiang Cheng was shocked: He, he is Guo Maochen! ?

How could Jiang Cheng not know this famous figure? When he turned his gaze away, he already had some subtle expressions on his face.

But it soon stopped because the Marshal began to ask about some details one after another.

After Jiang Cheng finished adding everything, he first glanced at Guo Maochen and Zhao Xishun, whose faces were getting worse, and added: "Master Shuai, Feilan has another thing to say about Siping."

"In addition to killing a large number of Mongolian bandits in Siping, we also captured some alive."

"We have interrogated them carefully - they are ready to instigate a rebellion against Fengtian City with the help of several bandits from the Beidaying Camp!"

"They are under the banner of the Army of Defending the King and Restoring the Nation, and their leader is Babuzabu!"

Zhao Xishun, who was standing behind the Marshal, was shocked by his words and couldn't help but gasp.

The Marshal, however, sat upright on a comfortable European-style wooden chair, looking completely unconcerned.

Before making up his mind to report the news, Jiang Cheng had imagined the expressions of many commanders after hearing the news:
Clap your hands and stand up?

Furious?
Shock?

He had thought of everything, but he had never expected that the Marshal would be so calm... He almost sneered a few times, to the extent that Jiang Cheng was not surprised.

"There are always some old people who are still dreaming of an empire."

Guo Maochen turned his head to glance at Jiang Cheng and Zhao Xishun, and finally set his eyes on Marshal Zhang: "General, the Zongshe Party has seriously affected the security and stability of the entire Fengtian Province."

"For the sake of safety, he must be eliminated as soon as possible!" No response.

Marshal Zhang raised his eyelids and looked at him lazily, but said nothing.

Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat:
Could it be that this old guy had known all this for a long time?

Yes, that must be the case!

How could he, who was able to gain a foothold in Fengtian and even the entire Fengtian Province, not have his own intelligence department?

Even if it hadn't been specially investigated, with Mr. Wang's intelligence, he would have investigated these things long ago!

After figuring this out, Jiang Cheng's eyes quickly rolled around and he said, "Master, I have sent all the cavalry battalions to—"

"As for your judgment, Fei Lan will not interfere."

"Besides, we just happened to run into the rebels while shopping today... It's getting late, and Fei Lan doesn't want to bother you, so I'll take the brothers from the cavalry battalion and leave the provincial capital."

Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Cheng thought the best way was to stay out of the spotlight.

"Not urgent."

But just when he wanted to keep a low profile, Marshal Zhang would not allow him to do so.

Then he turned to Guo Maochen and said, "Maochen, Liuzi and I have carefully checked the things you handed in."

"Well written! It shows that it was carefully prepared!"

As he spoke, he knocked on the table, stood up, and walked over to him with a smile on his face, patting his shoulder: "I will discuss this matter with the military department later, but the position of the chief instructor must belong to you, Guo Maochen!"

Hearing these words, Guo Maochen was clearly touched. He raised his eyes and looked back, his eyes clearly filled with fire.

Jiang Cheng roughly guessed that they were probably discussing the reopening of the Northeast Military Academy.

But what do these words mean when I hear them myself?
While thinking, the Marshal fanned his hands and asked Zhao Xishun to send him out. He then turned around, put his hands on his hips and glared at Jiang Cheng: "You little bastard, why are you playing dumb with me here!"

"Tell me, how many guns were stolen?"

Pretending to change his expression, Jiang Cheng said, "Sir, you scared me to death!"

"You are not the kind of person who would accuse the younger generation of something... We did rob a lot of guns, but the bullets are..."

At this point, he looked back at the other party's increasingly dissatisfied expression, and even dared to play tricks: "There are not many bullets, I say, handsome, do you want to give us country bumpkins some?"

"Fuck you, you are all my people, why don't you hand over the things and you want to take advantage of me?"

Raising his hand and slapping him on the head, Marshal Zhang was furious but stared at him, "You clever boy, don't you think there is something wrong here?"

"Hey? What's the problem?"

Jiang Cheng was startled and scratched his head. "Master Shuai, what are you talking about? Zongshe Party or Mongolian bandits... Isn't that clear?"

"It's bullets. Why didn't you copy out a lot of bullets, kid?"

Marshal Zhang put his hands on his hips and glared at him, "Think about it, is it enough?"

After being reminded by his words, Jiang Cheng suddenly realized.

He copied hundreds of Type 38 rifles, but only got more than a thousand rounds of bullets... According to the equipment ratio, this is not even enough to fill the base number.

The Japanese are stingy and don't want to give this possibility more, could it be,
"This little Japanese is really cunning."

(End of this chapter)