The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 450 Strict Discipline
This was not the first time that Jiang Cheng had faced such an occasion. Whether in terms of his emotions or his ability to perform on the spot, he was no longer the passionate young man who had just traveled through time.

"My fellow countrymen, I, Jiang Cheng, feel so ashamed of you all!"

Facing the angry, painful, or extremely excited people at the scene, Jiang Cheng said with a sad face, "In the past six months, I have been busy suppressing bandits and stabilizing the situation since I moved from Siping to Jilin and moved the capital from Changchun to Jilin Prefecture..."

"To be honest with you fellow villagers, Jilin is not stable at the moment. Although I have some troops, I still have to rely on my generals to take charge of various places—"

"Among them, there are bound to be some bad apples who actually did such evil things right at the gate of my capital!"

"Fellow villagers... everyone, please take a good look at how I deal with these soldiers today! Ding Chunxi, the leader of the riot, will be strangled on the spot! The rest who have injured people or robbed the people's property in Jiutai County will all be shot!"

After saying these words, he looked around at all the shocked people, then looked at Ding Chunxi who had been beaten half to death by rotten vegetable stalks and stones after returning from the parade, and continued loudly,
"I, Jiang Cheng, assure the people of Jiutai and even all the people under Jilin's jurisdiction: our team comes from the people, we have rules and regulations, and we will not take even a single needle or thread from you!"

"If one happens, my supervisory department will... handle it!"

His inspiring words immediately aroused cheers from all the people present. Some people even kowtowed to him on the spot, clasping their hands together and shouting "Great Lord, the Blue Sky..."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand in greeting, told Jiang Dengxuan to take care of the matter, turned around, took a deep breath, and walked deep into Ding Chunxi's house.

"Go find a phone number for me."

Waving at Ye Hai, Jiang Cheng lit another cigarette, and took big puffs while sitting in the armchair.

His face was unusually grim, and his dark pupils seemed to be ignited by an inexplicable rage, burning him to the point of feeling uncomfortable.

As a modern person, he can't help but empathize with the close relationship between the military and the people...

Since traveling through time to 1916, he has been dealing with the troops under his jurisdiction. Although they cannot be compared with the modern military construction and strict discipline, at least there is a certain lower limit.

To put it in the most unpleasant way: even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows. Ding Chunxi is really abominable.

Especially since he committed the crime in the dark corner of Jilin Prefecture - the area around the capital. How many people must hate him?
When Jiang Cheng thought of this, his face turned even darker: Damn, under the old warlord system, there might be countless troops like Ding Chunxi.

"Master Jiang, wuwu...Xiaoshan thanks you for taking charge. I also thank you on behalf of my sisters..."

Jiang Cheng's thoughts were immediately interrupted by Yang Shan's sobbing. He looked up and saw the girl standing at the gate crying, being stopped by two guards but kneeling in front of him.

"come here."

Jiang Cheng pressed the half-smoked cigarette hard on the round stone table and waved at her with a sad face.

In his memory, this girl with big braids was pretty and gentle, especially her big, expressive eyes, which made him feel as surprised as if he was seeing Cai Chanjuan.

"This Ding guy is such a bastard!"

Jiang Cheng looked back at her, "Where's your father?"

Speaking of her father, Yang Shan burst into tears. She sobbed as she talked about how Ding Chunxi's men kidnapped her that day and Yang Fuchang was beaten when he argued with them - now no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

Just as he was about to ask where her home was and to arrange for a suitable doctor to come over and take a look, Jiang Lanxuan and Wang Junshan walked in side by side: "Feilan, I have something to tell you." Jiang Cheng knew what they were going to say: the warlords of the old times only thought about how to maintain their own power;
What's so big a deal if the soldiers under your command steal some things, or even a few women?

But his current behavior and thoughts are very different from those of almost all soldiers of this era.

"You really shouldn't..."

Before Jiang Lanxuan could finish his words, Jiang Cheng held Yang Shan's shoulders and turned to his father: "Dad, please take a good look at this girl."

"Before, the Japanese poisoned Changchun, and this girl was also poisoned when she and her father entered the city together. Now, they finally have a few days of peace. Who did this father and daughter offend? Why did they have to suffer such a disaster?"

"I know that I need guns, soldiers, and territory in my hands to gain a firm foothold in the Northeast and in this world... But people's hearts are at peace, and bullies will not die a good death. If Fei Lan really loses the support of the people, no matter how many guns and soldiers he has, he will not be able to rule the world!"

Jiang Lanxuan was stunned by his son's domineering words. After a long while, he turned to Wang Junshan beside him and said, "You and the fourth child have been with him for a long time. Now you can see what kind of books he reads..."

Hearing that his father's tone had softened, Jiang Cheng patted Yang Shan on the shoulder and asked Ye Hai to arrange for her. He then said, "Dad, you know how much ink I have in my stomach!"

"It's just that when we were at the Military Academy, Instructor Guo talked a lot about morality and justice, and the principle of what the people want... Besides, I've been to the border more than once or twice, and I've seen many things happen to the people."

Although what he said is understandable to modern people, such ideas were too shocking to the old warlords.

"You are grown up now, and you are in charge of Jilin. It is not easy for your father to interfere. However, just do your best. I will always protect you in Rehe!"

Jiang Lanxuan looked at me with pride and understanding. "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore... You mentioned Guo Maochen, and I really remembered something."

"Before we set out, the assistant minister mentioned to me that Han Qing led the guard brigade to a great victory in Jiamusi and had killed Lu Yonggui and several of his confidants."

"Master Shuai's intention is to have him withdraw as soon as possible to assist Jilin Hunchun in changing defense."

No way? Are you in such a hurry to...take the credit?
Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly started beating fast.

Oh, this old fox, after failing to arrange for Zhang Zuoxiang’s two sons to disrupt the situation, he now sends his own son?

"It's nothing, haha."

His indifferent smile showed almost no emotion. "You're here just in time. I'm in need of some help here."

Jiang Lanxuan didn't understand why his son said that, but Wang Junshan was a little worried and said, "Master Jiang, I don't think this is a good thing for us. After all..."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand to interrupt him, and raised his voice to yell outside: "Ye Hai, I told you to find a phone, did you go to your in-laws' house?"

"I don't believe it. There's not even a phone number at Ding Chunxi's house."

At this time, Ye Hai ran in with an apologetic smile on his face, saying that he had found it a long time ago - Jiang Cheng smiled, took his father and Wang Junshan by each hand, and walked towards the inner room where the phone was answered.

(End of this chapter)