The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Seeing that he didn't rush to refute, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and continued, "Think about it, if I send troops into the pass, how long will the battle line in the northeast be?"

"We will go south and fight. We have to cross the Yellow River, right? It will be difficult to turn back after crossing the Yellow River. If we go south again, we have to cross the Yangtze River... If we don't have enough people, we won't win."

"But if too many people go, let alone the supply issue, we will have no reserve troops or reinforcements behind us. Feng Yuxiang is in Shaanxi, and Yan Xishan is in Shanxi. If they attack us from behind, Feilan will not be able to retreat!"

At this point, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and pointed at the map facing the Marshal's study, "Master, if we fight a civil war among ourselves, the happiest people are the Japanese——"

"When we were fighting against Guo Guizi, the Japanese often made trouble in the border areas of Jilin. If these conspirators also support our opponents and drag us into a fierce battle... but occupy the Northeast with their main forces in the rear, we will not be able to return home."

The Marshal stopped talking.

In fact, he had already discussed this with Wu Junsheng and Zhang Zuoxiang during this period of time... What these two brothers meant was actually very similar to what Jiang Cheng said.

It is easy to enter the country, but it is difficult to fight further south.

Especially when several generals were dealing with the enemy, they clearly found that the enemy's firepower was not bad, and it could also be seen that they had the support of foreign powers.

If we continue to move south, we will not be fighting the Northern Expedition Army, but the forces behind it.

If we want to fight, we will have to engage in a tough battle... If Feng and Yan were to cut off our retreat, or if the Japanese took advantage of us, it would be "losing the big for the small", then we would be "losing the big for the small".

The commander-in-chief, who had been a hero all his life, showed a dejected look for the first time at this moment.

He looked up at the young man in front of him, his eyes, which had long lost their heroic spirit, were now filled with unwillingness.

After a long while, he patted his thigh and said, "Okay, then, let's retreat!"

Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly tightened.

"I haven't had enough of the kaoliang rice from the Northeast, but I've had enough of this rice from the capital!"

"Retreat, retreat, let's pack up and go back to the Northeast - damn it, even if you ask me to be the president in Beijing now, I won't do it. I won't do anything. Let's go back to our black land!"

Seeing that the old fox finally gave in, Jiang Cheng immediately smiled: "Hey! Either people say that we Northeastern men love our homes, or our Northeastern sorghum rice is so fragrant."

He rolled his eyes at him and said, "I wonder if you are colluding with Han Qing to make up lies for me?"

"I'm telling you, if you continue to mess around with that Sun Dapao, I'll give you two a slap in the face even if I have to scratch the lid of my coffin."

It turned out to be... exactly what you said?

For some reason, Jiang Cheng suddenly lost his mind and looked at the other party, unable to respond at all.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

Facing his hesitant gaze, Jiang Cheng's throat tightened for some reason: "No, Master, it's just that I suddenly thought of something. Yes, it's Xinyu who is going to have another baby."

The Marshal raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead: "You rascal, you are playing tricks in front of me again, right?"

"Forget it... We don't want to work in the capital anymore. Let's go back to the Northeast. Feilan, you've grown up, and your wings have become stronger--"

"But I am getting older and older... In the future, will you still be able to help Han Qing and look after our black land together?"

Knowing what he meant, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and held the Marshal's hand tightly: "No matter whether you are the boss or Han Qing is the boss, we will always be people from the Northeast——"

"I still say the same thing. No matter who is holding it against us, we will give them a slap in the face!"

The Marshal smiled in response to his gaze. The sunlight from outside shone through the window paper and hit his face. But the light lasted only three seconds. He turned around and shouted at his subordinates to call Yang Yuting over.

Jiang Cheng knew, however, that he would probably never be able to touch that fascinating black land again.

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Jiang Cheng stayed overnight at the guild hall. After taking two glasses of red wine, he was about to go to sleep when Xu Fushan, who was accompanying him, came running upstairs and said that a Japanese man who called himself Uesugi Yasuyuki wanted to see him.

Jiang Cheng hadn't dealt with these guys for two years. He couldn't help but frowned: "It's late at night, I don't want to see a fart!"

"Just tell him there's a woman in the room and I'm having a great time and don't want to see anyone."

Xu Fushan blinked and smiled: "You are really amazing - I will chase you away right now."

However, as soon as he went out, Jiang Cheng put on his shoes and followed him out quietly. Standing at the corner of the building and looking half of his head out, he just happened to see a thin Japanese man in a black suit negotiating with Xu Fushan with a very diplomatic smile.

Chinese, not bad.

If I pricked up my ears, I could hear that he was still insisting on seeing me, saying that he brought important information and generous gifts.

Xu Fushan didn't want to waste time with him. He pushed back the "thank you" that was pushed to him and almost pulled out his gun: "If you don't get out of here, I won't be polite!"

Seeing the devil go away unhappily, Jiang Cheng frowned: All the money given to my guard was given to Huang Yu, which shows that the notebook is of great origin and has an important purpose.

That's it.

I have to go back to the Northeast anyway, so let's not make things complicated now.

After making up his mind to develop the relationship behind closed doors for another two years, Jiang Cheng went back to his room, lay down and fell asleep.

But the next morning, this Uesugi Yasuyuki still showed up.

This time, he was found directly in the restaurant of the club. Even though several guards stopped him, the man's determination aroused Jiang Cheng's interest.

"Let him come and sit down."

Jiang Cheng waved at Xu Fushan and put down his chopsticks. "I heard that Mr. Shangshan wanted to see me last night. Is there anything?"

The Japanese soldier immediately straightened his suit which was messed up by the obstruction and walked forward carrying a leather briefcase.

Everything that could be brought in had been inspected - and the bag was so narrow that it was impossible to contain weapons, bombs, etc.

Before he sat down, Jiang Cheng had already looked him over. He was in his early thirties, with standard Japanese looks: short stature, slanted eyes, and a short nose. If he had a beard, he would have looked exactly like the colonels in the picture albums.

"Commander Jiang, let me introduce myself. I am the director of the Japanese military stationed in the Beiping-Tianjin area."

Before sitting down, he politely bowed to Jiang Cheng, introduced himself, and got to the point immediately, "I came here today to ask for your advice on behalf of my superiors."

Jiang Cheng didn't like the devil's way of speaking. He looked at the briefcase again and sneered, "Suggestions? About something..."

The other party leaned forward and said, "Yes, it's about the Fengtian Army's southward march."

As he said this, the guy quickly took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, "Please take a look, Chief Jiang!" (End of this chapter)