The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 186 Machino Devil
Good man, what he said is so ambiguous. It's fine if you don't take credit for it, but it's also flattering the Marshal...

The key is that everyone from top to bottom, including the staff, colleagues, and even his own subordinates praised him.

In addition to trying to take credit for everyone, he also disguised himself as a low-key person who "rules with ease" in front of everyone.

No wonder he could rise to the position of governor of Heilongjiang Province. He really has his own unique qualities.

Jiang Cheng followed the generals calmly, observing Yang Yuting, Xu Shuzheng and others with cold eyes:
Sure enough, after he said this, the officers all smiled; especially Yang and Xu, who were always arrogant because of their talents.

"Hahahaha... Second brother, what you said is more heartwarming than the warm bed at home!"

The Marshal naturally smiled when he heard this, and he held his hand tightly, and called on these officers who had fought on the battlefield to move forward together.

Walking around the front hall of the western-style building, the spacious back hall had already been newly decorated, with a round table covered with a brand new red cloth and filled with fine wine and delicious food.

The Marshal, Wu Junsheng, Jiang Lanxuan, and other senior officials including Yang Yuting were at the head table;

Jiang Cheng and his companions, who were directly involved in the front-line bandit suppression, were arranged to sit at the second table, and their companions were none other than Zhang Hanqing and Xue Cheng.

When the banquet started, the Marshal held up his glass and gave a casual speech, which pushed the atmosphere to a climax;

The celebration banquet for the great victory was naturally lively and noisy, especially for these Fengtian clique soldiers who came from the outlaws. After three glasses of opening wine, they couldn't hold back.

There were bursts of laughter and joy as the guests clinked glasses.

"Haha, Feilan, it's been a while since we last met. Have you gone out to do meritorious deeds again?"

Upon seeing him, Zhang Zhuqing unceremoniously put his arm around his shoulder and brought him a glass of wine, "If nothing else, one of us has to go!"

As for the relationship with this group of rich young men, the original owner had the best relationship with Zhang Zhuqing; and along the way, although Jiang Cheng was extremely disgusted with Zhang Zhuqing because of his misdeeds in later life...

But his cheerful personality and the way he treats others make him feel closer to her.

He raised his cup and clinked it with his own before drinking. Jiang Cheng was about to say a few words to Zhang Hanqing, but his cousin walked around the officers at the table with an empty cup in his hand, patting Jiang Cheng and saying with a smile:
"Let me tell you, besides my uncle and my brother, the only person we consider as our relative is Jiang Feilan!"

"We grew up together and went to school together, and this kid has always been very cunning!"

Everyone exchanged glances and agreed, but Zhang Hanqing on the side said, "Why are you talking about this?"

"It's hard for Feilan to follow the Second Master to fight in the war. Let's talk about something else."

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and imitated Wu Junsheng: "No way! It's for the stability of our Feng Province..."

"Besides, we don't know what it's like to follow Master Wu out. Even a fool can do the job of slaughtering pigs and sheep."

His words made everyone laugh. Zhang Hanqing shook his head: "Come on, we are all one family, so stop pretending to be so high-handed—"

"Everyone knows what you, Jiang Feilan, are capable of."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng didn't take it seriously.

I know that he still has a grudge against me for beating him up in Shui Furong last time, but Jiang Lanxuan's background is equal to Zhang Zuoxiang and others, and even higher than Zhang Jinghui who came later;

If Jiang Cheng didn't have to stay under the Marshal's tutelage for the time being, he would definitely have said something back to him.

"Hanqing, you're not interesting anymore." Jiang Cheng winked, "I have a few abilities that everyone knows about. Do you also know that your abilities are different?"

"To be honest, I've heard about it in Siping... You haven't even graduated from the Military Academy yet, but you're already the head of the Guard Brigade, aren't you?"

Jiang Cheng actually knew clearly in his heart that Zhang Hanqing was dissatisfied with the arrangements made by his family, but since his father had the habits of a warlord, how could he disobey?
Zhang Hanqing couldn't hold it in anymore. He half opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, someone patted his shoulder.

Originally everyone's attention was on the two of them, so they didn't notice anyone approaching;
And today there are many guests, the scene is noisy and lively——

Is that the Japanese consultant Machino Takema?
Jiang Cheng was secretly surprised: Why did these Japanese come to the Fengtian Army’s celebration banquet?
"Haha, Master Zhang, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

He sat down next to him consciously, and Machino politely poured him a glass of wine.

Knowing that this little devil was currently supporting his father's Japanese forces, Zhang Hanqing put away his unhappiness and clinked glasses with him, then introduced this guy to everyone.

Even though the hostility was not as great as after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, these officers were still more or less wary and dissatisfied with these foreign races.

With him around, the meal was not pleasant, especially Jiang Cheng - this devil kept looking at him, making him feel goosebumps all over.

Could it be... because of that female spy?
The banquet lasted until the night. The round table was removed and the Marshal invited a troupe to play music. The old guys gathered together to smoke and watch the show happily. Jiang Cheng was not interested in such occasions. He was thinking about the more than a thousand people who followed him back...

Spring is approaching, and the barracks need to be expanded and seeds need to be planted for spring sowing. He also plans to divert water from the Hunhe River into fertile fields, build more small-scale water conservancy systems, and so on.

When he looked up, he saw Cai Yuanzong also leaving the house with a cup of hot tea: "Feilan, why are you here too?"

"Haha, I'm a little dizzy after having a few drinks with Xuecheng, so I came out to take a breath."

As Jiang Cheng was answering, he saw Machino sneaking out of the door in a sneaky manner.

"What is the old devil planning to do again?"

Cai Yuanzong had just muttered something when the Japanese soldier saw Jiang Cheng and immediately walked towards him quickly with his hands behind his back.

Looking for me?
Suddenly I remembered that the old man had been hesitant to speak during the whole meal. Just as I was thinking about this, the old man approached and spoke: "Mr. Jiang, can I have a word with you?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at Cai Yuanzong, gestured to him, and said, "No, if you want to talk, just talk here! We are at Master Shuai's house, it would be unpleasant if we don't find him."

Machino smiled twice, nodded, turned around and called Zhao Xishun who was standing in the distance: "Then please ask Chief Zhao to come and be a witness."

Xishun has always been a straightforward person and is not very fond of the Japanese.

But he was worried about Jiang Cheng, and was afraid that his brother would suffer, so he hurried over and said, "Mr. Machino, you are my advisor. If you have anything to say, can't you just talk to me directly?"

Machino sneered: "Can you tell the Marshal everything about Mr. Jiang?"

After that, he continued briskly: "I heard that Master Jiang captured a woman named Takahashi Keiko while suppressing bandits in Siping, right?"

"You don't need to ask me how I got the news. Now, whether it's the Kwantung Army, the consulate, or our General Staff, they all know everything."

What I want to do is to let you know that I was the one who printed all the flyers.

(End of this chapter)