The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Have you entered the customs?
Well, doesn’t that mean the threat to Shandong has been lifted?

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up, and his tone suddenly became touching: "Han Qing, this... this is your suggestion, right?"

"I, I don't know what to say!"

These days he was worried about Hai Pingchuan, and he almost always wanted to resolve the situation in Shanghai as soon as possible and take a boat north to help his good brother.

Because he had tried every possible way to suggest to the old fox that the troops should enter the pass, so as to "besiege Wei to save Zhao"... and eliminate the threat from Shandong.

Suddenly changing from "reluctant" to "determined to enter the country", what other use can this have other than the words of my beloved son?
Although he was particularly grateful for his gratitude, Zhang Hanqing deliberately pretended not to appreciate it: "Don't! I'm not as great as you say--"

"In fact, the capital is pressing too hard. The General Staff has long planned to enter the pass to fight again. What I am doing... is just a matter of going with the flow!"

He knew that the second Zhi-Feng war would definitely break out, but he never thought that the Marshal would actually start planning at this time.

Come to think of it, if you send such a large army to fight inside the Great Wall, you must send food and fodder first.

He was in a good mood because the pressure on Hai Pingchuan was relieved, but he saw a more depressed look on Zhang Hanqing's face.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Seeing his expression, Jiang Cheng hurriedly asked. The other party looked around and sighed, "The war is about to start again. The General Staff Headquarters notified me to return to Fengtian as soon as possible."

After hearing what he said, the Marshal's Office ordered Jiang Cheng to stay in the South to continue to stabilize the situation... and prevent the Zhi and Anhui families from growing too big.

He immediately went north back to Fengtian, and together with Guo Maochen, they entered the pass to prepare for the Fengtian clique's "revenge war."

"Isn't this a good thing? Master, this is a deliberate promotion for Maochen - this is a great opportunity for him to make achievements!"

Jiang Cheng spoke somewhat insincerely.

From what he implied, Yang Yuting did not intend to let him participate in the war, but instead let him stabilize the rear.

This matter didn't matter to him, it was even a good thing - after all, being in Shanghai was not only much safer, but there were also foreign companies everywhere. If he contacted them through his acquaintances here, he should be able to buy a lot of good goods.

This is absolutely great for the development of both Jimeng and Jeju...Besides, a factory is also required to be built in Rehe. Jiang Lanxuan had previously suggested that he contact some equipment for processing grain and clothing through Duchess Wenlina of Vladivostok.

Besides, isn’t it a good thing to not let the Ji army go to war?

With less military expenditure and fewer sacrifices by our brothers, wouldn't it be better to preserve our strength and fight the Japanese to the death?

"You guys go to the battlefield and do your best. I'll stay in Shanghai to prevent any trouble from happening here."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Hanqing sighed again: "I was just thinking that the war situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang has just stabilized... and, Maochen, ah, forget it."

"Feilan, please ask Tingshu to arrange a boat as soon as possible so that we can go north."

Jiang Cheng nodded silently: "Okay - but take a rest for two days first. I will also write a report on the situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Please take it back for Master Shuai to review."

In fact, he knew very well why the opponent was unhappy: in the last battle, the central route led by him and Guo Songling played much better than the east and west routes.

Whether he followed the main force to defend Luanzhou, or fought to the death with the surrounding Zhi army, Lao Guo actually made great contributions.

But when the main force safely withdrew to Fengtian, his father did not mention a word about Guo's reward, as if he had simply forgotten about it. Later, he went straight to his own capital, and the always arrogant Guo Songling brought him gifts, which seemed to indicate that he was joining the Jilin Army.

Xiao Zhang even went to Jilin Prefecture in person, not acting like a young master at all, and even had to be a bit servile before they persuaded him to go back.

Jiang Cheng saw all these things, and was also well aware of the outrageous things that Old Guo did later... However, Zhang Hanqing felt sorry for this good teacher and friend, but he couldn't say anything.

On one side is the person's biological father, and on the other side is the person he has chosen. No matter who he speaks for, he will be in trouble - he might as well just play dumb.

Zhang Hanqing didn't mention the matter any further and just let it go.

As the Zhi army's headquarters was defeated by the main force led by Jiang Dengxuan, the Wu army around Shanghai was chased away by the Northern Expedition Army that came to reinforce.

The siege near Jiangsu and Zhejiang was initially lifted, and the situation gradually stabilized.

After asking Zhang Tingshu to arrange for Zhang Hanqing, Zhao Xishun, and his guards to sail north, Jiang Cheng was able to take a bath, change clothes, and have a good sleep with peace of mind.

The conflict that had been going on in this city was finally resolved. While the people in the city were rejoicing, the wealthy gentry were even more grateful to these outsiders who had come from afar to "maintain the peace" and sent them food, drinks and new clothes.

After sleeping for a whole day and night, Jiang Cheng finally woke up from the comfortable bed in the Peace Hotel.

The cool and humid air from the Huangpu River leaked in through the window. Jiang Cheng sat up and stretched.

He has been exhausted these past few days because the unstable situation in the vicinity and the intertwined forces in Shanghai have made him spend a lot of energy during this period.

Now that he finally had some time to rest, the first thing he did was naturally to have a good sleep.

Han Ming, who had just gotten up and changed his shirt and was helping him fold the quilt, said, "Grandpa Jiang, I got a call from home this morning. Sister Xin asked how you were... And everything is fine at home. Chengye and the others are studying well with their teacher and are not naughty anymore."

"Also, Sister Xin asked if you would go home for the New Year. She said she was planning to prepare a banquet and invite everyone to have a good time!"

Jiang Cheng was tying his tie in front of the mirror, and was stunned when he heard this——

Several years had passed since the time travel, and the year 1923 passed quickly. He had also grown from a 16-year-old boy into a truly upright man, and even a local tyrant.

"Yeah, another year."

He turned around and smiled at the guard, "It's time to have some fun - let the family prepare something, and give each of the brothers a big portion."

In particular, Yan Ziwen and Yang Yucheng's scientific research team, as well as Duan Congbin who has been staying at the port of Vladivostok, deserve a lot of rewards.

"There are still two months before the Chinese New Year, so we should be able to go back, right?"

Before he could finish his words, there was a gentle knock on the outer door.

Han Ming stood up and was stunned: "Who is it so early in the morning?"

When he walked out of the room, he saw Feng Qing holding a note, saying it was sent by Boss Huang: "Master Jiang, someone from the Qing Gang is here. A few local wealthy businessmen are asking him about you. They want to invite you to have a meal at the Huang family or something."

Jiang Cheng took the invitation from him and couldn't help but shook his head and laughed twice: "Speaking of which, these rich people really have a keen sense of smell. They are thinking of coming to pay their respects right now?"

It was exactly as he thought. Just as there was the Song family that made multiple bets, there were other families that did the same thing. (End of this chapter)