The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 112 Cooperation? No, I want to use

To put it bluntly, the military stick was used to beat the brothers, but no matter whether it was Old Feng or Rong Shihong, the ones they really wanted to beat were the Jiang family!

"You're right. No matter who it is, it would be hard to swallow this."

Jiang Cheng held his chin and thought for a moment, then said quietly, "But speaking of that assassin..."

His handsome face suddenly showed a smirk, "Hey, I have an idea!"

Cai Yuanming, who was originally angry, immediately showed a happy and expectant smile when he heard his words: "Hey, Feilan, you are really awesome! I knew that my coming to you would be helpful. You can immediately come up with an idea to deal with that bastard!"

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and smiled, but first glanced towards the kitchen: "Shh, don't let Xiaojuan know, she will definitely be worried--"

"Come on, follow me, let's make a phone call!"

Cai Yuanming hurriedly followed him and trotted along the way. The telephone line was pulled into Jiang Cheng's room. The two of them entered the room one after the other. He picked up the phone and Cai Yuanming asked, "Do you want to call Mr. Shuai?"

"What the hell, handsome guy, why did you disturb him in the middle of the night... Do you want me to be beaten with a stick too?"

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes at him and then told the operator an address.

"Who are you looking for?"

Cai Yuanming was shocked: You know, his background is slightly higher than Jiang Cheng's, so if he can find out about someone or something, he should also know it.

However, what happened next far exceeded Cai Yuanming's expectations.

My brother-in-law actually picked up the phone and sat on the sofa leisurely:
"Moshimoshi,"

Cai Yuanming stood there with his mouth half open: "You!"

"Yes, it's me, Jiang Feilan."

Lifting his eyelids to take a look at the dumbfounded "Thief Second", Jiang Cheng continued in fluent Japanese, "Hehe, I'm so sorry to bother you on a starry night."

"Yes, I have something to say. I think you have heard, Mr. Machino, that I had some unpleasant experiences with the son of Brigadier General Rong."

"I know! He has already sentenced me, but my brother also got into trouble because of it. I think since Mr. Machino is cooperating with me, Jiang Feilan, he probably doesn't want some ambitious people to sabotage him, right?"

After he said this, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Machino's voice sank slightly: "Mr. Jiang, what do you want Machino to do?"

Jiang Cheng's dark pupils suddenly lit up with murderous intent: "You also have a few warriors loyal to your country's emperor, right?"

"I want you to go and say hello to Master Rong."

There was another long silence.

"I don't quite understand what you are saying, Master Jiang. If you are loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, why would you bother to greet a young man from your country?"

Machino's answer was very clear. He did not want to "help" because of the conflicts within the Fengtian Army.

Bringing disaster to oneself is also what the Japanese fear the most.

"Oh, you don't know yet?"

"Two days ago, the Rong family sent three warriors from the Black Dragon Society straight to my home... yes, my new home in Fengtian."

Jiang Cheng's tone suddenly turned cold. "My father was expelling the rebels from Xinmin at that time. The Black Dragon Society came to my house. How much do you think it has to do with the Rong family?"

"I think Mr. Machino should also understand how difficult this matter is. This is different from the matter with Xiao Ximen, haha... is there any difference?"

There was no silence on the other side of the phone this time. Machino, whose voice originally sounded a bit lazy, suddenly became furious: "Damn Shinkawa Yoshio! He actually had the guts to cooperate with Feng?" And this time, the silence came to Jiang Cheng.

He was well aware that his words, which did not make the point clear, had already irritated Machino's already fragile nerves to the greatest extent.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't make any promises - but I can guarantee that I'm in charge of the matter."

"Good night, please!"

After Machino finished speaking, he hung up the phone without even waiting for Jiang Cheng's answer.

"Damn it! They say the Japs are polite, but what the hell is wrong with these guys!"

Jiang Cheng cursed and also put the receiver back on the phone. But just as he was about to put the thing back, he found that Cai Yuanming had an expression of infinite surprise and admiration. He walked up to him, carefully took the phone from his hand, and put it back on tiptoe.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

On the contrary, Jiang Cheng was a little uncomfortable with this.

"Hey Feilan, how come I didn't know you could speak Japanese?"

Cai Yuanming shook his head like a spirited rattle, "What else do you have? Tell me everything."

Jiang Cheng curled his lips: Look at what you have achieved.

As he spoke, he raised his wrist to check his watch. It was almost three o'clock. He stood up and waved at him, "Alright, alright. Didn't Xiaojuan make some porridge? Go and have a bite anyway. Don't let her down..."

"Oh, right, have the guards wake up Pingchuan Yucheng and get ready. It's getting late!"

Cai Yuanming refused to let it go: "Tell me more! What did you say to that Japanese guy just now?"

"Go, go, go, this is not your business. As long as we can make Rong fall flat on his face... Hurry up, we have more serious things to do!"

Jiang Chengke didn't have time to explain to him. He pushed him on the shoulder and told him to go and call for help. He then went back to the house and changed into some light clothes and shoes.
The autumn in Fengtian is exceptionally short. These days, it already feels like early winter late at night, and it’s really cold when the night wind blows across my face.

Cai Chanjuan prepared porridge and eggs for everyone, and fried a few pancakes. The greasy and fragrant smell actually aroused the appetite of the people who had just had their sweet dreams interrupted:

Everyone drank two bowls of porridge, ate eggs and pancakes, then tidied up and went towards the Military Academy.

In the pitch dark, there were already people waiting here in advance. Some of them were packing their bedding to deposit it at the gatehouse. It was obvious that they had been waiting in front of the gate all night.

Several lanterns had been set up in front of the Military Academy, but the candle flames were too dim to be seen clearly, so it was still dark all around.

“Are we meeting here?”

Not long after they arrived, someone else arrived behind them. Like Jiang Cheng and the others, he walked over with a number plate on his chest that he had registered for.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and confirmed again: he was No. 57, and he had Cai Yuanzong's No. 58 in his pocket; he definitely couldn't come after being beaten with a military stick.

"Hey, where are my cards? Where are my cards?..."

Someone screamed in the darkness,

"Come on, come on, don't be messy. Didn't you see it when you got up this morning? Why didn't you put it on?"

"Hurry up and look along the road!"

As someone lost his license plate, there was a commotion among the candidates. Then a string of bright lights lit up at the end of the road, and two brand-new military vehicles stopped at the gate.
Zhang Hanqing and others jumped out of the car immediately, followed by the sounds of Bao Yulin and Wu Taixun's fighting and laughter.

It's really... fucking harsh.

(End of this chapter)