The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 255 The fight started
When the child heard this, he was suddenly extremely shocked.

She raised her pitiful eyes and looked at him, then looked at the watermelon in her hand: "Master Jun, are you really going to give it to me?"

Wu Taixun on the side grinned: "Of course not, this general is very rich, you can still afford to eat a few pieces of melon... Come and take it yourself, do you still need the general to bring it to you?"

Jiang Cheng nudged him with his elbow: "How come you are no different from the guy named Bao? How come you find a reason to be sarcastic to me? You can't even stop talking when you're eating a melon, right?"

He snatched the half piece of melon that was still untouched from his hand, glanced at him, and walked towards the fishmongering boy.

"Come on, eat!"

It was not until he got close enough that Jiang Cheng realized that the child was probably older than his first impression;
I'm afraid it's because of years of hunger that has made him malnourished, thin and small.

There are two small fish baskets in front of me, filled with fish and shrimps. However, the weather is too hot and the fish started to stink soon after being taken out of the water. Who would like to buy fish that look so bad?
After chatting for a few sentences, I learned that the child's name was Zhao Tiedan, and he had always followed his father who made a living by fishing.

His father had fallen ill recently, and he had to rely on him to go to the city to sell fish to buy medicine for his father.

"Master, I ate such a big piece of your melon, can I use this fish to compensate you?"

Maybe it was because of the sweet watermelon, or maybe it was because of Jiang Cheng's handsome face and clean smile, he boldly said,
"Sir, can you buy me some fish? My father... is seriously ill."

Jiang Cheng’s mind moved.

At this moment in China, how many children like him can barely get enough food to eat?

"Okay, I'll buy you a few."

Jiang Cheng turned his lips and said, "It's just that your fish doesn't look good. You have to clean it up for me."

"Eat your melon quickly, and then scale it and gut it for me!"

Jiang Cheng didn't even ask the price, he just stuffed a few dollars into his pocket and left.

The fishmongering boy was so anxious that he kept asking, "Sir, where should I send it to you?"

"What the hell are you giving us? We don't want your lousy fish. Haha! I've got a lot of money, so I'll give it to you as a reward!"

Wu Taixun called his brothers who had eaten their fill of melons, and followed Jiang Cheng to the restaurant, while he said with a grin, "Feilan, you did a good deed without leaving your name, did that kid send you fish again in a couple of days?"

Jiang Cheng glared at him: "Why are you still not done? Are you waiting for me to be like Bao and leave him alone?"

Wu Taixun immediately glared at him and said, "You are so arrogant. Do you believe that my father will beat you with a military stick?"

Jiang Cheng was not afraid either, he pointed at his head and said, "Come on, hit him here, it would be best if you beat him to death with one stick."

Feng Yong came in with a lot of laughter and scolding, and asked the boss to arrange a private seat and good food for them.

The waiter who ran out to greet him saw that it was Master Feng and said with a smile, "Master Feng? It's been a while since I last saw you..."

"My dear guest, please come upstairs. I will clean the flower hall for you right away."

Just as Jiang Cheng was laughing and talking and about to go upstairs, he suddenly heard a loud groan from outside, accompanied by a few shrill screams.

"Why does this sound familiar to me?"

After a second of silence, Jiang Cheng turned around and asked, "Zhao Tiedan?"

Yang Yucheng, who was walking at the end of the group, stuck his head out of the gate and said, "That's what I heard...why are there so many people around?"

The few people then noticed that many men and women had gathered opposite the melon stand to watch the fun. The middle-aged man on the melon stand seemed anxious, squeezing through the crowd and walking inside, shouting:

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked towards the crowd. After exchanging glances, several people rushed forward with a wary look. When he squeezed into the crowd, Jiang Cheng saw that it was a short man who was beating Zhao Tiedan.

What made him most jealous was the outfit of this beat-up guy, which looked like a little notebook.

"Fuck you!"

Especially seeing Tiedan being beaten to the point where he couldn't get up, how could he tolerate this?

Jiang Cheng cursed and kicked the Japanese soldier half a meter away.

The short and short-legged Japanese soldier was no match for him. He rolled on the ground with his stomach ache for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Good fight!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and then the onlookers cheered, which encouraged Jiang Cheng, who had originally planned to beat the Japanese to death. He clenched his fists and walked forward.

"Fei Lan, no way!"

Feng Yong immediately grabbed him and said, "Look at the way he's dressed—this bastard is from Guangjitang!"

Jiang Cheng was secretly shocked.

When he heard the name, he remembered: then he was not some Japanese ronin, but a genuine Japanese expatriate;
Guangjitang was a large pharmacy invested with a small capital. It was said to have a huge influence throughout the entire Northeast. Even Wu Junsheng's concubine had taken medicine from this pharmacy.

"Fuck him, I don't care about what's going on."

Zhang Hanqing was even angrier than Jiang Cheng. He had suffered a lot from the Japanese devils along the way, especially after Guo Maochen had repeatedly instilled in him the story of the Russo-Japanese War. These books had encroached upon the territory of Northeast China, and he hated the Japanese devils even more.

He even took out his gun, and with a click, the young commander loaded his gun: "Go to hell, you little Japanese..."

But before he could point the gun at the little Jap who was screaming and rolling on the ground, several Japanese patrolmen on the street came running over.

"What are you doing!"

"There's a gun... alert, alert!"

Even though they have no law enforcement power, they are actually no different from the police under the pretext of maintaining order and protecting overseas Chinese entering the city.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so Japanese took out their weapons and immediately formed a standoff with Jiang Cheng and his men.

When the ordinary people who were watching at the beginning saw this, they were afraid of being injured by stray bullets, so they all ran away crying.

"What are you doing? Your expatriates are beating people up at will. They are simply barbarians!"

Jiang Cheng spoke fluent Japanese as soon as he opened his mouth, shocking the Japanese leader. He then frowned and said, "If the overseas Chinese of Great Japan hit others, they should be handed over to the consul of Great Japan for handling!"

"You are not qualified to attack the noble expatriates of the empire!"

After following Guo Maochen for some time, Zhang Hanqing also learned Japanese, but his level was not as high as Jiang Cheng's. However, he still understood what the "noble overseas Chinese" said.

"Fuck the noble expatriates. Feilan, tell him to apologize and compensate us right away! Otherwise, he won't be able to leave today!"

Jiang Cheng translated the original words, but he didn't expect that the Japanese who was kicked to the ground got up on his own at some point, and with a dirty face, he smiled contemptuously: "Apologize, compensate? I don't understand why you pigs think you deserve it!"

He even arrogantly spat at Zhao Tiedan who had just been helped up by Yang Yucheng: "You are all pigs of an inferior race. How dare you throw watermelon seeds at me!"

"Not only that, you pigs dared to hit me! If you want to apologize, you should apologize and compensate me!"

Thanks to the book friend: Bu Yaoyong Teeth for the valuable reward!

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