The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Jiang Cheng didn't look back, but continued to stare at the heavy snow falling.

He knew what Zhang Tinglan was talking about, because he had always had a good cooperative relationship with the Russians;
So recently, he has been receiving telegrams from all over the country seeking to win him over.

"We still don't plan to unite to fight against Japan. No matter which side we stand on, we will be regarded as outcasts."

Jiang Cheng answered as if he was not answering the question, "So far, I, Jiang Cheng, still belong to the Blue Sky and White Sun... and our current strength is enough to make any force in the land of China fear us."

He knew the development of history and which side to join in order to achieve final victory.

But how can we just win?

In this all-out war of resistance, he had to lead the Northeast Army to hold up the country, and at the critical moment, he gave hope to the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles, and turned the tide of the war, making everyone realize that his sword was aimed at the Japanese.

Because in the post-war peace era, too many of those sharp swords were eventually broken in the hands of their own people.

Zhang Tinglan didn't quite understand what he meant, but with his intelligence, he could understand it more or less.

"You are the boss, you decide... the brothers will follow you."

He smiled and then restrained his expression, "Feilan, Tingshu sent a telegram saying that at 3:21 this morning, a submarine that attempted to sneak into the Tumenjiang Military Port was sunk."

Jiang Cheng was secretly shocked, turned around and took the telegram from his hand in astonishment.

"Three o'clock in the morning! It's almost noon..."

He raised his wrist to glance at the gold watch on his wrist and muttered impatiently.

When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, they had submarines to explore the way first - discovering this damn thing near the Tumen River military port was definitely not a good sign for them.

Holding the telegram, Jiang Cheng quickly walked to the desk in the main hall and pulled out a military map of the sea off Hunchun from under a pile of documents.

Comparing the coordinates indicated on the telegram, Jiang Cheng found out the location range.

"It doesn't look like it's coming from the Tumen River—"

Zhang Tinglan stood beside him, holding her chin in her hand and thinking, "It seems like..."

Jiang Cheng finished the second half of the sentence for him: "Vladivostok!"

Their eyes met at the same time, and the hairs on their bodies stood up unconsciously.

Jiang Cheng, in particular, was even more nervous: given the nature of the Japanese devils, their favorite thing to do was to launch a sneak attack.

I just thought of Pearl Harbor. Could it be that they are going to attack Vladivostok...

"Hurry up and inform Ting Shu to strengthen the sea defense. Also, give orders to Duan Congbin and Guo Xipeng to strengthen the defense of the military port as well—"

Jiang Cheng's words were firm and decisive, "When the Japs get angry, they can do anything."

Zhang Tinglan nodded first, but then shook his head: "I will have someone issue the order! But Feilan, I always feel that the interior of the country is not a place to stay for long. I'm afraid it will be unsafe for you to stay in Shandong and leave the Northeast to Chaoliu and the others."

Jiang Cheng understood what he meant. After all, the area outside the Great Wall was their "roots". All their weapons and equipment, and even food, clothing and daily necessities were supplied from there.

If something happened to the industrial base in the Northeast, these hundreds of thousands of Northeastern troops would be in big trouble.

"I'm waiting for Hanqing's letter--" Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth.

He has been holding back for even this long, and he doesn't believe that his superiors are still unwilling to fully resist the Japanese.

If he continued to fight, he himself would be driven away by the Japanese, and even if he won the civil war, he would have no chance of success.

But at this moment, Hai Rushong came around from the screen wall outside the front hall... He was almost completely covered in snow, even his eyebrows turned white.

He has been working in the lobby of the Jinan government office these days and has not even been home. Now he has hurried back in the heavy snow. Could it be that something has been done?

"Feilan! The Japanese devils are attacking Shanghai!"

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On January 32, 1, Japan deliberately created the "Japanese Monk Incident" in Shanghai, provoking a conflict among workers at the towel factory of Sanyou Industrial Society, and then the situation was deliberately escalated by the Japanese side.

On that day, Japanese monk Amasaki Keisho, Mizukami Hideo and other workers were beaten and seriously injured. Afterwards, the Japanese Consulate General claimed that one person died on the 24th.

This sensational Japanese monk incident soon became the fuse of the January 28 Battle of Shanghai.

At midnight on January 1, the Japanese Marines launched a surprise attack in Zhabei.

On that moonless night, the entire city of Shanghai was dead silent. Except for the occasional stray cat or mouse passing by, there was hardly any sign of life.

Nine Japanese armored vehicles crushed the bluestone slabs of North Sichuan Road. The soldiers on patrol that night blew their whistles and shouted "The Japanese devils are coming" and "Someone is attacking" along the way.

Amid the shrill alarms at midnight, these fearless Shanghai defenders bundled ten grenades into a cluster bomb, tied it with wire and buried it in the middle of the street.

When the first armored vehicle ran over the fuse, the blast instantly overturned the three-ton armored vehicle, and the Japanese soldier in the cockpit had half of his face cut off by the flying gear fragments.

The remaining Japanese troops hid in the Commercial Press building. The defenders poured sulfur powder into the fire hoses and sprayed them. The ignited documents turned into a phoenix of fire and pounced on the enemy.

At dawn, the neon sign of the Sincere Company was shattered by an aerial bomb, and rain of glass pierced the back of a pregnant woman who was being evacuated. The baby in her arms fell to the ground and was crushed into a meat pie by the collapsed steel frame of the Wing On Department Store window.

In the wonton shop on the corner, the cook poured boiling bone soup on the invading Japanese soldiers. When he picked up the bone-cutting knife to chop off the fifth head, his own intestines were dangling on the broken tram tracks.

However, the Japanese did not retreat. They even took advantage of the chaos and the fleeing civilians to start street fighting with the defenders.

The defenders built barricades with sandbags and wooden cabinets. When the bullets penetrated the blue brick wall, brick chips mixed with blood splattered.

A Guangdong soldier had his right leg blown off by a Japanese grenade launcher, but he still leaned against the broken wall and fired with a Hanyang rifle until his intestines flowed out of the bullet hole in his abdomen, still holding the trigger and shouting: "Fuck your mother!"

At 3 a.m., the Japanese armored vehicles crashed into houses on Baoshan Road. The defenders poured tung oil on the tracks and threw burning quilts wrapped in sulfur under the vehicles. When the tank of the armored vehicle exploded, three Japanese drivers were on fire and rolled out of the vehicle screaming. The defenders used shovels to split their heads, and their brains were splattered on the remaining plaque of "Commercial Press".

The two sides fought fiercely for several days in a row, and when the Japanese found it extremely difficult to break through the street fighting, they actually launched a saturation bombardment of the Wusongkou with their naval artillery group.

Every shell fired by the 203mm heavy artillery of the Japanese ship "Izumo" on the river could overturn reinforced concrete fortifications.

A company commander of the defending army's 60th Division was torn into two by the gust of air, with his upper body hanging on the barbed wire, his fingers still tightly grasping the pull cord that detonated the mine.

The saline-alkali land in front of the position was plowed into scorched earth by artillery fire, and broken limbs and fragments of military uniforms were thrown to the treetops by the blast. (End of this chapter)