The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Yang Yuting, you think too highly of yourself!
Do you really think that you, the so-called Chief of Staff of the Fengtian Army, are nothing in the eyes of Zhang Jinghui?

If a real fight breaks out, Zhang Hanqing's head can be exchanged for 200,000 oceans, and you and Guo Maochen together will just be a bonus at most!
Staring at him with gritted teeth made Yang Yuting even more dissatisfied. But before he could say anything, two gunshots were heard outside the window.

Jiang Cheng felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head, and he suddenly turned a wary and contemptuous look at him, as if to say "Look at what you've done!"
Yang Yuting's expression suddenly became unnatural, but the two people who changed color immediately ran to the window quickly:

Neither of them had the intention of looking out, but instead they leaned against the wall, one on the left and one on the right, and tilted their heads slightly to observe—

Amid the interweaving of green weeds and mountains, even if they immediately locked onto the source of the gunshot, they still couldn't see anything.

"See... let's do it now!"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng raised his chin slightly towards a row of bamboos: four soldiers in Fengtian Army uniforms, two in a group, each dragging a man covered in blood, walked quickly away.

Yang Yuting's face suddenly darkened, and he stammered, unable to speak. After a long while, he finally blurted out, "This—it has already happened, what should I do?"

What should I do? You made a mess and you want me to clean up your mess, right?
Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall with his elbows clasped together, looked back at him lazily and hummed twice.

"Jiang Feilan you..."

Jiang Cheng didn't wait for him to finish, but turned around quickly and asked his guards to take care of the female relatives who had not had time to evacuate.

"Feilan, where are you going?"

Seeing himself straightening his clothes and going downstairs, the usually calm and composed Chief of Staff Yang was startled and hurriedly followed him downstairs.

Now that guns have been fired, is there any need to avoid them?

Jiang Cheng did not stop, but walked faster with his hands in his pockets. The clattering sound of his leather shoes on the ground echoed repeatedly through the extremely silent western-style building, sounding like the sound of war drums before a charge.

"Where are the people? Where the hell have they gone?"

Facing the empty lobby, Jiang Cheng's voice was not very loud, but the coldness and sternness of each word he spoke shocked Yang Yuting who was following closely behind him.

The housekeeper came running over with an attentive look on his face, and Jiang Cheng naturally asked in a low voice why the mansion was shot and who was killed;

However, the old man looked as if he was used to it. He just replied with a smile that a thief had broken into his house and had already dealt with it. He asked all the guests to have a good rest.

After saying this, a large group of guards suddenly ran in from behind him and instantly surrounded the place so that there was no blind spot left.

"Master Jiang, we are sorry for the poor hospitality. Please forgive us!"

The butler clasped his hands behind his back, his face no longer smiling, and even looked a bit threatening. He raised his hand and motioned Jiang Cheng and Yang Yuting to go upstairs to their rooms, saying that there was unrest in the mansion and asked them to stay indoors and not go out.

Oh shit.

Jiang Cheng's eyes immediately lit up. If he couldn't figure out what they were trying to do, he must be a fool!
Yang Yuting glared with dissatisfaction on his face, but he also realized that this situation was not theoretical, so he quickly stepped forward, pulled Jiang Cheng's sleeve, and quickly exchanged glances with him.

Going back upstairs, Jiang Cheng gnashed his teeth and said, "This bastard Zhang Jinghui is really rebelling right now."

Yang Yuting regained his composure at this time: "When it comes to interests, even brothers will have to break up... After all, there are female relatives, we can't turn our faces against each other right now." Jiang Cheng nodded silently: Guo Maochen took people out to investigate, and I'm afraid that Zhang Jinghui's people were also frightened at the gatehouse.

Now that he has disappeared, the entire Zhang Mansion has been blocked inside and outside... Even if he brought guards with him, he would probably have been held down by Zhang's soldiers.

"that's right."

As Jiang Cheng went upstairs, he whispered to Yang Yuting, "If we really turn against that old bastard now, whether we are opponents or not is another matter. I'm afraid the ladies will be a hindrance."

"Lin Ge, I think...you and I need to confront Zhang Jinghui!"

Seeing the other party's pupils storming, Jiang Cheng lowered his eyebrows and sneered twice: "Before the welcoming banquet, I realized something was wrong, so I asked Xue'er to report the news--"

"In my opinion, Zhang Jinghui probably acted hastily ahead of time. Now is the perfect time for us to take action as well."

But if this old guy is really determined to go against Master Shuai, you will put all of us in harm's way!
Yang Yuting blinked, and his expression was still nervous, but Jiang Cheng had already shouted coldly that he wanted to see Zhang Jinghui.

Everyone in Zhang's house, including the guards, was shocked. They looked at each other and rejected Jiang Cheng's request.

However, through their brief struggle, Jiang Cheng also confirmed his own thoughts.

He quickly exchanged glances with Yang Yuting, who immediately understood and told him with a calm look: Go back to your room first and act accordingly.

Just as the two young officers came up with a plan and went back to their rooms, Zhang Jinghui and his confidants were carefully making arrangements in the city.

Just as Jiang Cheng thought, he really acted on impulse.

The original time was 3 a.m. tonight, when it was quiet and the sleepiest.

Moreover, he arranged such a grand welcoming banquet today just to get all these young people drunk, which would make it easier to get things done when the time comes.

Zhang Jinghui couldn't help but smile when he thought of the soldiers rushing into their rooms with disheveled clothes and panic-stricken looks.

However, things did not go as smoothly as he thought. Not to mention Jiang Cheng, who wanted to get drunk the most, did not drink a drop of wine. Yang Yuting held the red wine the whole time and was only interested in building relationships with high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen.

Even Feng Yong, the dude in his impression, only tried it briefly and didn't seem to be fully committed at all.

There were two reasons why he panicked and decided to act early: his family's informants told him that Jiang Cheng, who left the table in the middle of the meal, seemed to have met Miss Duan.

In addition, Guo Maochen, who always claimed that he did not like such occasions, actually did it himself and had already visited Zhang’s mansion and several gates in the city!
The worst thing is that Yang Yuting actually sent people to meet the Duan family and told Duan Zhigui about his plan... How can this be tolerated?
Damn, these young guys are quite smart. The angry Zhang Jinghui immediately ordered the killing of Yang Yuting's men and ordered the guards to blockade Zhang's mansion.

He quickly rushed to the barracks and immediately announced a curfew in Jinzhou. No one except military personnel was allowed to go out... otherwise they would be treated as traitors.

Except for a few personal guards, all the guards brought by Jiang Cheng and Zhang Hanqing were subdued by the Jinzhou defenders.

He knew that if an uprising broke out here, Marshal Zhang, who loved his son dearly, would certainly send a large number of troops to attack... Therefore, in addition to a quick victory, he had to capture Jiang Cheng, Zhang Hanqing and his group as soon as possible.

However, just as he started, a telegram arrived from Fengtian. (End of this chapter)