The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"Screw the peace talks! I have soldiers, planes and cannons. Let's fight him!"

Just as he followed Zhao Xishun around the corridor, Jiang Cheng heard the Marshal's angry curse coming from the study on the side.

The voice sounded earth-shaking, and even though Jiang Cheng was at least thirty or forty steps away, he could still hear it clearly.

Seeing Zhao Xishun's expression beside him become embarrassed, Jiang Cheng just smiled faintly.

China has entered an important turning point.

Even though Zhang Yuting won one victory after another and finally got on the "chair" he had dreamed of for many years;
But over the past year, the Fengtian Army that entered the pass has not had a single day of peace.

Years of war have led to a severe shortage of military funds... Even if the Japanese gave support, it would be a drop in the bucket.

Two months ago, a bank run broke out in the capital. In addition, Jiang Cheng had gradually reduced his "tribute" to Feng Province in recent years, making Marshal Zhang's already difficult economy even worse.

"Xishun, do you know why Master Shuai is so anxious to summon me to the capital this time? What is he planning to do?"

Listening to the Marshal cursing louder and louder in the room, Jiang Cheng, who was standing with him under the corridor with his hands hanging down, asked softly.

"This... Haha, how could I know about this? Our master never says much about such a big thing."

Zhao Xishun immediately avoided Jiang Cheng's gaze and raised his chin towards the study. "It's been two or three days. Whenever I see Han Qing, I start a fight."

Is it the young marshal?
Jiang Cheng probably knew what had happened.

The Northern Expedition was coming to an end. With the reorganization of Yan Laoxi's Jin Army, Nanjing still wanted to resolve the separatist conflicts among the various factions in China through peace talks.

As a young marshal who had accepted new ideas, he was not opposed to peace talks and incorporation... Especially after contacting some officials from Nanjing, Zhang Hanqing became even more keen on promoting peaceful reunification.

"Fuck you! I've been the Grand Admiral of the Navy and the Army for more than a year, and I still haven't unified the country, but you come back and ruin my career!"

Hearing the Marshal yelling again, while Zhang Hanqing's voice was not that loud, Jiang Cheng could only vaguely hear something about the Three People's Law, and that perhaps only they could unify China and so on.

The father and son quarreled more and more fiercely, and later the "conflict" escalated. Soon, the sound of things being thrown around could be heard, accompanied by the Marshal's roar: "Xishun, Xishun! Come in..."

The personal guard was so frightened that he ran over quickly, but before he could reach the stairs, the study door was violently opened by the young marshal.

Their eyes met, and Zhang Hanqing had already stepped out of the door, his expression changing slightly.

"Fuck that, Xishun! Xishun...shoot this thing for me,"

Seeing the old fox with a glaring face chasing out, pointing at his own guards and shouting, he noticed Jiang Cheng coming out of the corner of his eye and stopped talking in an instant.

Knowing that his voice was loud enough, the brat probably heard it all. Just as he was frowning, not knowing what to say, Jiang Cheng immediately smiled and said, "Coming from outside the Great Wall, the weather is getting hotter!"

"The snow hasn't melted yet in some places in Heilongjiang Province, but the flowers in Shuncheng Prefecture are blooming!"

Seeing that the other person's expression had improved a little, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and continued, "Xue'er prepared some gifts for you, and asked the housekeeper to keep them all!"

He still cursed a few times, but a faint smile appeared on the old fox's face.

However, just as his father was muttering to Jiang Cheng, "Follow me in," Zhang Hanqing was not giving in. "I still say that. We in the Northeast, our Fengtian Army, don't have any program or doctrine... What about unifying China?!"

You said this, aren't you just slapping your father in the face? Jiang Cheng looked at him speechlessly - as expected, the commander who had just recovered a little bit of his composure became angry again:

"I don't believe your nonsense! I think you are a coward... You are scared to death by Sun Dapao who has this idea or that doctrine!"

"What the hell are the Three Classes of People? I'm still the Four Classes of People, the Five Classes of People, the Six Classes of People, the Seven Classes of People - any of them is better than him, better!"

He was furious at his son, scolding him and almost kicking him.

Both the father and the son were extremely angry. Zhao Xishun quickly signaled to Jiang Cheng, while grabbing the emotional Zhang Hanqing and dragging him out by pushing and shoving him.

Jiang Cheng understood the differences between the two... In fact, to put it bluntly, it was a collision between two completely different new and old ideas.

Seeing the Marshal's expression getting worse, he smiled and helped him up and led him into the door. After he helped the angry old fox to the seat of honor, he smiled and said, "Sir, are you so angry?"

He glared at him fiercely, but the Marshal had no intention of continuing the topic: "You know shit! Boy - you're here fast enough, aren't you?"

"I asked you to leave from Jilin Prefecture more than a month ago... What's going on? Are you coming to the capital to beg for food along the way?"

Jiang Cheng chuckled and evaded the question.

The news came that the Marshal wanted to withdraw the Jilin Army and march south again to fight a decisive battle with the Northern Expedition Army.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Nanjing - the key point was that once the Jilin Army moved south, its supply line would be much longer than that of the Fengtian Army;
All the main battle equipment has to be delivered to the front line by logistics. The deeper we go, the longer the battle line will be... China is so big, I am afraid he cannot afford it to fight to the end.

In addition, if Jilin takes on the war southward, who will be responsible for the security of the mainland?

Once the Japanese invaded Northeast China, they would be caught in a dilemma.

So after receiving the telegram, Jiang Cheng started playing Tai Chi and did not delay any longer until he went to Beijing obediently.

"It's because I couldn't bear to leave my wife and children at home. There was trouble in Youquan's place again, so I went to Qiqihar first before entering the country..."

Jiang Cheng smiled and personally served tea to the Marshal, "You are in a hurry to summon me to the capital. What new errand do you want me to do?"

The Marshal took his tea and took a sip, then looked at him seriously and said, "How confident are you that you can fight the Northern Expedition Army?"

really!

The corners of Jiang Cheng's lips twitched slightly: This is a life-threatening question.

If the answer is that the chances of winning are greater, then the Marshal will certainly follow his wishes and order the Jilin army to enter the pass and go south to capture cities and territories... to help him accomplish his goal of unifying China.

But if the answer is that the chances of winning are slim, then the Marshal will most likely try every possible means to trick Rehe and other places into entering the pass.

No matter how he answers, the old fox wants him to help!
"Master, no matter what I say, you want me to enter the country and help you defeat those who are blocking you from unifying China, right?"

Jiang Cheng simply took the initiative and said, "In the Northeast, even if we add all the troops from Rehe, Mongolia, Vladivostok, Shuangchengzi and other places, there are only about 600,000 people, right?"

"Although we have a large standing army, the number of troops we can enter the pass is only 200,000 at most—"

"In addition to dealing with daily public security, we also have to be on guard against the Japanese and the Russians, right?" (End of this chapter)