The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 219 Return
They were originally a group of local tyrants who took advantage of the darkness and numbers. Although they were fierce and aggressive, in terms of organization and fighting will, they were far inferior to the more modern Kwantung Army.

This is the Fifth Division founded in Hiroshima, the elite of the elite of the Kwantung Army;
Their division commander, Den Ohara, had an even more eccentric personality and trained all officers from top to bottom to be cruel and ferocious.

With the cooperation of light armored vehicles, the Japanese deployed an infantry-tank coordinated formation and launched a flat attack against these bandits who lacked ability and organization.

Fortunately, Guo Maochen led them to retreat quickly enough, otherwise the Japanese would have surrounded them as well.

When we rushed back to Jinzhou, it was almost 4:30 in the morning.

Except for three people who were slightly injured by stray bullets, more than 200 trainees successfully completed this combat mission.

Including the wounded, every young face was radiant and colorful;
Despite the excitement brought by the battle, many people were somewhat unwilling.

Guo Xipeng even asked loudly with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "Coach Guo, on the way back I kept wanting to ask you, why didn't you allow us to continue the pursuit?"

"We can definitely annihilate that cavalry!"

At present, they have rushed back to the military camp and are resting in the barracks under the leadership of Guo Maochen.

Upon hearing that someone had brought up this matter, the young trainees present stopped in their tracks and turned their eyes to the commander-in-chief.

He lifted his military cap with his hand and looked around at his cadets with a slightly mocking smile: "Are you asking me to give a lecture right here?"

"What did I teach you in the tactics class? Jiang Feilan, tell me!"

He did not call out Zhang Hanqing, but called out his own name first.

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment but shrugged and smiled: "Instructor, you have taught me too much. I don't know which sentence you are going to mention now."

Everyone laughed at these words, but they all became serious after Guo Maochen coughed lightly.

He continued, "The measure of victory in a battle is not how many enemy forces are destroyed, right?"

"We have already achieved our strategic goal today - why should we do it ourselves and cause consumption to ourselves?"

While most people were still confused, Jiang Cheng curled the corners of his lips slightly, and he already deeply understood the meaning of his words.

When their own strength is insufficient, especially when they cannot get support from Jinzhou, a clever "attack" becomes even more important.

"But Instructor Guo, we still don't understand why you led us to ambush tonight and fought with those insurance teams as if it was just for fun. What's the point of that?"

Alas, it seems that these idiots have wasted all their good tactics lessons.

Jiang Cheng felt a little resistant, but he didn't show it on the surface;
Zhang Hanqing on the side couldn't help himself and yawned very impolitely, "Hey everyone, after today's surprise attack, you must be very tired!"

"Why don't we all go back and rest first? As for what strategic mission the instructor has led us to complete, won't we know after waiting for a day or two to see how things develop?"

Everyone was somewhat dissatisfied with what he said, and just as a few of them opened their mouths to speak, Guo Maochen ordered them to disperse and go back to rest.

As soon as they entered the room, Zhang Hanqing and his friends didn't care about anything else. They took off their shoes and coats and collapsed on the big bunk to sleep.

This action suddenly woke up the groggy Yang Yucheng. He looked at them with a dazed look and then asked, "Are you all back? Are you... okay?"

Hearing that his voice was still unusually hoarse, Jiang Cheng briefly told him what had happened and then comforted him to rest first.

In the next two days, Guo Maochen began to take them to the Jinzhou military camp and the city defense of this big city for inspection and study, and the call from Fengtian came in. Unexpectedly, when Wang Quansheng came over, he did not call Guo Maochen, the commander-in-chief of this time, but asked Zhang Hanqing, Jiang Cheng, and He Yongqing to go over and answer the call.

"Who's calling? It's my dad again, right?"

Zhang Hanqing followed the adjutant quickly, panting, with a serious expression, "I told him it's nothing..."

Wang Quansheng smiled bitterly: "You have to tell this to Master Shuai. It's hard for us to say it!"

"I can go fuck myself."

After cursing inwardly, the few people who turned around and ran into the office saw Zhang Jinghui was also there.

The old man was huddled on the sofa, looking listless, with a cigarette in his hand that was almost burning.

"Sixth son! Are you guys here to study or to cause trouble for your fifth uncle?"

As soon as he saw him, Zhang Jinghui jumped up as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He was about to curse him angrily, but he was burned by the falling cigarette ash and frowned and threw his hand away.

"What a bunch of little bastards, they want to kill me!"

Jiang Cheng and others looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhang Hanqing, on the other hand, smiled playfully: "Hey, why are you so angry for no reason? We ate and drank a lot for you when we came to Jinzhou. Are you feeling sorry for us?"

Zhang Jinghui was furious: "Bullshit! You little brats eat and drink as much as you want, can you still use up all the money of your fifth uncle?"

"Go, go, go, call your dad back right away... Tell him it was you who caused the trouble and don't hang up on me!"

Zhang Hanqing was more and more confused. He turned around to look at Jiang Cheng and walked forward to pick up the receiver. "Please connect me to the Fengtian Military Governor's Office. This is Zhang Hanqing."

After the call was connected, he answered in a solemn and low voice. The voice on the other end of the receiver was not loud, so Jiang Cheng couldn't hear what was said at all.

Especially since this little Liuzi spoke vaguely, he really couldn't piece together any situation.

What happened?
Now even Jiang Cheng felt a little worried:
Could it be that Guo Maochen's actions had caused some big trouble?
Not really...likely?

"Fei Lan."

Zhang Hanqing suddenly turned around, pointed the receiver at him, and motioned for him to answer the call.

Jiang Cheng was secretly surprised. He exchanged glances with Zhang Hanqing and quickly stepped forward to answer the phone: "I'm Jiang Feilan."

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone was not the Marshal, but Yang Yuting with a deep voice.

"Feilan, I heard that you are planning to make meritorious contributions, right?"

Jiang Cheng immediately heard the hidden meaning in his sarcastic voice and said calmly, "Why don't you just say it clearly?"

Influenced by some later books and Guo Maochen's explicit and implicit statements about Yang, Jiang Cheng has always been wary of the Chief of the General Staff.

Yang Yuting's voice became even deeper: "Zhang Jinghui's troops are temporarily unable to incorporate local armed forces. Is this what you, the student soldier team, want to accomplish?"

"It would be fine if you could just deploy your own troops, but you're really too bold to even think of using the Japanese to take advantage of this opportunity!"

(End of this chapter)