The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

But after he became the commander-in-chief, he felt that no matter how passionate he was, without the absolute strength to back it up... it would be nothing but sending himself to death.

All the tragedies that occurred since then have used facts to prove this point.

"If you drive all the students and workers back, they will only scold our Fengtian Army and me, Jiang Cheng, for being a coward."

Jiang Cheng is reading the newspaper on the table——

So far, no newspaper has dared to report the Siping mutiny half a month ago;

What has been written most in newspapers recently is the recruitment of personnel in Jilin.

The saying of "reporting good news but not bad news" is vividly reflected: the governor's foresight and the strategic role it plays in promoting the future development of Jilin, etc.

Jiang Cheng felt a little embarrassed by the praise. He kept rubbing his nose and laughing. Am I that good?

"Sir, there's a fight going on outside, how come you still have the energy to read the newspaper?"

Li Shitou felt like he was getting angry. "Should we do something about it?"

However, before he could finish his words, he heard a crisp clanging sound coming from the main door.

The climate and conditions have created the rough and upright people of Northeast China. Perhaps because they saw that the governor-general did not give his orders, the students and workers became angry and threw stones into the governor-general's mansion.

Although it has two floors inside and outside, the courtyard opposite the gate is a security post and the windows on the outside are also made of glass. I didn't expect that they would shatter when a stone was thrown inside.

It would have been fine if they didn't go to school or work, and shouted a few patriotic slogans, but they actually resorted to violence and threw stones and rotten vegetable leaves into the yard.

"Alright, alright, stop adding fuel to the fire—"

Jiang Cheng shook his head and smiled, "Do you really think those young people outside are coming for me?"

"They're not even coming to the Northeast, but if you take your brothers who are equally hot-blooded with you, and something goes wrong, then it will really become my business."

After saying this, Jiang Cheng stood up, took his coat and military cap, threw the unfinished newspaper on the table, and quickly walked towards the door.

"Hey, sir, it's dangerous for you to go out now. They..."

Li Shitou was so anxious that he quickly asked his guards to follow him. At this time, Jiang Cheng had already walked out of the door quickly, but he could clearly hear those patriotic slogans when he walked down the office building.
His brothers held their guns, not knowing what to do:
Everyone knows that those young people outside are not troublemakers——

After all, when everyone heard about the humiliation at the Paris Peace Conference, these soldiers were furious.

But what can they do?

The boss didn’t say anything, the higher-ups didn’t say anything, and even the capital was playing deaf and dumb!
"What are you all looking at?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, quickly buttoned up his military uniform, put on his hat, tidied his appearance, and walked towards the gate in two steps.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Li Shitou no longer dared to interfere, but instead, together with Han Ming and other guards, hurried out to maintain order.

Walking around the screen wall, one can clearly see a large number of excited young people gathered outside the door. The weather in Jilin, which has just warmed up, is not too warm, but these young people in thin clothes have flushed faces and look extremely excited.

Seeing a large number of soldiers escorting Jilin's top leader out of the house, everyone's voices paused briefly, and then became even louder.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, but just stood there with his hands folded behind his back, surrounded by his guards, staring at them with a rather calm expression. He looked like a benevolent king or a loving father, watching his people with curiosity as they played some unrealistic jokes.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, these young people stopped yelling one by one, but they still held high the paper or cloth banners in their hands.

Although the young people stopped shouting, their expressions were still very excited and they all cast their fiery gazes towards Jiang Cheng.

"You're yelling one by one, your throat doesn't hurt, right?"

Looking around, the governor of Jilin Province began to speak to the crowd word by word, "Haha, they say that we Northeasterners are united and passionate--"

"When I, Jiang Feilan, saw it today, this is exactly what happened!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted, "You think we are passionate, but we don't think you are passionate!"

Then there were several more voices: "That's right, you just said that we were passionate, but what did we see?"

"The mainland is now giving Qingdao and Shandong to the Japanese, and they still want us to sign a treaty..."

"Whoever can do this is the old lady!"

"Yes, the toothless kind!"

With someone taking the lead, people started to curse again, which simply meant two things: if they didn't send troops to Shandong and didn't take Shandong back from the Japanese, then everyone in the Northeast would be a coward, and everyone in the Beiyang government would be a coward as well.

"I admire your courage——"

Jiang Cheng put his hands on his hips. Although his voice was not very high, his intimidating presence had a special appeal that immediately silenced everyone.
"Take Shandong back from the Japanese. Haha, I don't know who came up with this idea, but I, Jiang Feilan, think it's a good idea—"

"But is it enough to just be passionate and have ideas? Sending troops to Shandong is our job as soldiers, and then we have to spend military funds, which has become a burden on all the people in Jilin!"

"We Chinese have always had a tradition of ending war with war... But given the current situation, not only will we not be able to take back Shandong from the Japanese, but we will also leave a root of trouble in the Northeast."

After saying these words, Jiang Cheng looked at the young people gathered outside the door and calmed down a little. He continued, "Jiang understands your patriotism, but what you need to know is, what is the most reliable thing?"

"Cannons, tanks, bullets—and gun barrels!"

"Think about it carefully. If we don't have guns and cannons, what's the difference between us and the regiments in the late Qing Dynasty? We can only be beaten and humiliated!"

"Fellow villagers, if you really want China to stop suffering humiliation, then you should all return to your respective positions - students, study hard; workers, work hard!"

"When will Jilin be able to produce airplanes and cannons, and double its grain production? Will we still worry about Shandong not being able to recover by then?"

After a series of words were spoken, people looked at each other...no one knew how to respond.

"Master Jiang!"

Suddenly, a young man holding a sign rushed out from the crowd: "According to you, now all we can do is endure it?"

"We have to endure, but how long will we endure? We endured the Eight-Nation Alliance, we accepted the Opium War, and so many red-haired people and so many powerful countries came and went, running rampant in our Chinese land—"

"And now, as the victor of the European war, we have to lose Shandong for nothing. How can we tolerate this?!" (End of this chapter)