The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 8: Inquire about information
"Shh!"

After signaling the other party to keep quiet again, Jiang Cheng carefully opened the paper door.

It was almost three or four in the afternoon. Although customers had started to arrive in the bathhouse, the private rooms where they were located were more expensive and there were only a few customers there. The aisles were empty.

Jiang Cheng looked around and signaled to Zhang Zhuqing, who looked uneasy, to keep watch. He then tiptoed to the door of each private room and eavesdropped.

The sound insulation of Japanese paper doors is basically the same as having no sound at all. Whether there is someone inside or someone is talking, you can hear it clearly by sticking it on the door.

There weren't many customers, and Jiang Cheng quickly followed the sound of their conversation to find the two Japanese guys.

The two grandsons were still talking and complaining about the failure of the assassination attempt on the Marshal;

Of course, this situation did not only occur because of the arrogance of the two men, but also because they would never have imagined that there would be a Fengtian soldier who knew Japanese eavesdropping at the door.

I had originally planned to eavesdrop on some clues so that I could mobilize my father to take people to seize the lair of these Japanese spies. However, I didn't expect that after listening for a while, I still couldn't piece together their hiding place.

Damn, is it really necessary to carry out this mission?
Just as he was cursing in his heart, Jiang Cheng, who had been lying on the paper door, suddenly smiled. Got it... All this work was not in vain.

"Feilan, Feilan! Someone is coming."

Proud of his unexpected gain, Zhang Zhuqing waved to him in panic.

Are you so fucking stupid...

The Japanese paper doors are not soundproof, but this is a two-way effect.

I can hear the sounds inside, and the sounds outside can also be heard inside!

Jiang Cheng immediately straightened his back, acted as if nothing had happened, and strode towards him with his head held high.

"who?"

He had only taken two or three steps when the paper door was suddenly pulled open, and a fierce Japanese soldier with a ferocious face poked his head out.

He immediately made a puzzled expression and turned around, and Jiang Cheng looked at him silently.

Not finding anything strange about the young man, the Japanese soldier glared at him and slammed the door fiercely, which frightened Zhang Zhuqing, who was standing guard at the corner of the corridor, and made his face pale.

Although it was not yet the time when the Japanese army completely occupied the Northeast, the two of them were on someone else's territory after all, and if they were discovered eavesdropping, who knows what trouble might arise.

Compared to Xiao Liuzi, neither of them has any extraordinary status... Don't be fooled by this Zhang guy's arrogant and fearless appearance on weekdays, he becomes a fucking coward when he really encounters something.

After such a commotion, neither of them felt like playing anymore. They quickly washed up, paid the bill and left in a hurry.

"Where's your guard?"

When he went out, he thought of the officer who was accompanying him. However, just as Jiang Cheng asked, he saw that guy walking out of the small teahouse across the street - his expression, demeanor and body movements were as cocky as could be.

"Should we go back?"

The officer glared at Zhang Zhuqing, "It's getting late, Second Young Master. We've already exceeded our scheduled return time by more than two hours."

Who is this person? Why is he so rude to Zhang Zhuqing?
Based on my memory of him, the young master should have been angry when faced with such rudeness, but unexpectedly he just obeyed reluctantly.

However, as he had something on his mind, Jiang Cheng did not delve into the relationship between the two. Instead, he said a few polite words to them and then parted ways at Xinmin's market.

He quickly called a rickshaw and went straight to his father's cavalry camp. After looking for a while, he couldn't find his father, but was caught by some old soldiers and scolded. They asked him how come the young master had time to come today, and several officers almost didn't recognize him.

He was about to confront them, but a rough man grabbed him and said drunkenly: "Why are you running? Are you afraid that our men will eat you?" "Come on, tell me, platoon leader who is too lazy to show up for roll call on weekdays, what's the important matter today?"

Knowing that they were here to stir up trouble and not really concerned about the matter itself, Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "What are you doing? You are so disrespectful! Are you supposed to be asking about military affairs?"

I remembered now, this guy was called Wang Xiaoquan, a soldier in my platoon - he was a nearby barbarian before joining the army.

The so-called "Huzi" are bandits. In order to hide their identities, they have to grow a big beard when they go out to "smash kilns", so the local people call them by this most obvious feature.

In the Northeast during the Republic of China period, bandits were not a rare occupation.

On the contrary, in addition to the big and small kings who occupy the mountains, there are many people who do "part-time jobs";
Wang Xiaoquan is one of them, but after joining the army, he still has a bandit mentality. He always likes to pick fights and cause trouble, and bullies other soldiers in the platoon.

For this reason, the original owner had punished him twice in the name of his father, so naturally he held a grudge against him.

"Oh, our platoon leader is angry again. How about finding someone to beat me up with a few military sticks?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng was stunned: Damn, I have never heard of such a request in my life. Is there anyone who wants to be beaten?
But before he understood, the guy said drunkenly: "If the platoon leader wants to beat me for entering the camp drunk, I won't say anything... But our division commander Feng said that everyone in the 28th Division will be comrades as soon as they meet."

"I'm punished for drinking, but you're not showing up for check-in every day, so as a platoon leader you should be punished even more severely!"

Oh boy, it turns out you were waiting for me here?

He couldn't utter any official language like "treat everyone equally" or "treat the crime more severely", but he made the general idea clear.

Looking around, he saw more and more soldiers gathering around, and all of them looked more or less dissatisfied and unconvinced with his dissolute platoon leader.

I had already been cheated by the original owner for smoking opium, and now... this is the second time?

What should we do? Seeing that they are ready to start a rebellion, Jiang Cheng's face darkened:
It seems that the original owner was not only a dissolute playboy, but also had no good relationships with people. Even though his father made him a platoon leader, he had no ability to control his subordinates. He was a complete useless person!
While he was pondering, he saw these people surrounding him. Jiang Chengxin suddenly pulled out the pistol he had taken on the day of the assassination from his waist, pointed it diagonally at the sky and fired two shots!

Originally, we were planning to use our numbers to intimidate this young master, so that he could act more freely in the camp in the future. We never expected that this kid would take it seriously and...

"Why, do you want to offend me?"

Facing these soldiers who were all frightened and stunned, Jiang Cheng was as cold and solemn as a judge in the palace of Hades. He quickly scanned these people who were all avoiding his gazes, but laughed in a low voice, "Who is not afraid of death, take a step forward."

"To offend a superior is a capital crime!"

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to move.

"Wang Xiaoquan, I have been feeling unwell lately, so I asked for leave from the company a long time ago. I have plenty of time to report for duty."

Jiang Cheng knew that he must not relax his tone at this moment, so his voice became a little harder, "But everyone saw you drinking, right?"

Dead silence.

The veterans looked at each other and exchanged glances cautiously.

"come!"

"Since you have no objection, drag him away and give him twenty military sticks!"

(End of this chapter)