The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

His voice was filled with great anger, as if it wouldn't be surprising if Zhao Xishun dragged him out and killed him in the next second.

However, this time, Jiang Cheng was very calm.

It’s not the first day that I’ve known this old fox. Whenever we meet alone and entrust him with an important task, he always uses this trick of “first criticizing and then praising”.

Of course, since the leader has made a statement, we naturally have to do something in return.

Jiang Cheng immediately said in fear: "Master, you are going to scare me——"

"I have always been your boy. I will do whatever you tell me to do, but I have never dared to disobey you! Is there any heartless person who runs in front of you?"

Before he could finish his words, the Marshal waved his hand impatiently at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense in front of me, you little brat... Let me ask you, what's going on with the Japanese?"

"It's not just the Japanese. You're flirting with the Russians. What do you want to do?"

So that's what they were talking about.

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyebrows and thought to himself:

Even though this old fellow was always trying to get close to the Japs, he was extremely disgusted with his subordinates having private dealings with them.

In his words in the 21st century, the old fox is double-standard.

But Jiang Cheng knew very well the reason behind his "double standards".

Looking at the other person coldly and hearing him angrily say "Why are you staring at me", Jiang Cheng thought to himself: This old guy made his fortune by relying on the Japs. He would definitely not feel at ease if his subordinates had any dealings with the Japs.

Besides, the dealings with the devils were easy to explain - after all, China, Japan and the United States jointly sent troops to Siberia, and the old man also nodded his head to this matter;

But it’s hard to say about Maozi.

Before the Russo-Japanese War, the Russians also wreaked havoc in Northeast China along the Chinese Eastern Road.

Moreover, Tsarist Russia has always had a hostile and encroaching attitude towards China... These warlords in China have always had a hostile attitude towards the Russians.

To be honest, it is very taboo for him to associate with the red Russians.

After a brief consideration and organizing his words, Jiang Cheng decided to tell the truth.

I told Marshal Zhang all about this series of goals and objectives, as well as the war situation and the future development of Jilin.

"Master Shuai, I don't want to explain any more. But I believe that you can see the current development of Jilin..."

Jiang Cheng adjusted his breathing and looked back meaningfully at the Northeast's highest official whose eyes were beginning to calm down.
"Master, you taught me that only when you have soldiers and territory under your feet can you stand up straight; but since I took over your post as the shepherd of Jilin, I have fought with the Japanese too many times... I have truly realized that if I am not strong enough, no matter how big the territory is or how many soldiers I have, it will be useless."

"So, I thought, take advantage of this Siberian war, use the Russians to hold back the Japanese, and then use the port on the Tumen River to import a large number of equipment and materials to vigorously develop Jilin."

After he finished speaking, Marshal Zhang nodded with a sullen face: "I understand what you mean... According to your plan, by the time the Japanese come to their senses, Jilin will have become a powerful force. It should not be easy for them to threaten the Northeast again."

Jiang Cheng also echoed what was said - while the two were talking, Zhang Tinglan remained silent and stood aside to listen.

In terms of intelligence and ability, he is indeed not as good as his younger brother Zhang Tingshu.

But in this political conspiracy, Jiang Cheng and Zhang Tingshu combined are no match for him. I don't know if the commander-in-chief has thought of this, but he has.

As the actual controller of the areas outside the Great Wall, Shuai Ye actually allowed a thriving "weed" to not only take root and sprout in a hinterland like Jilin, but also to begin to flourish.

And now,
Zhang Tinglan stared coldly at Jiang Cheng who was in a heated argument with the Marshal about tanks and cannons. She narrowed her eyes slightly: The young man in front of her clearly has the potential to become a towering tree, so how could the Marshal tolerate him until now?
"I think those tricks of yours are really pretty good!"

The two were now discussing tanks at a heated stage. The Marshal was obviously very interested in this piece of iron and even wanted to develop it himself.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Sir, it's not that I want to hide it - but I have found through my conversations with Renault's salesperson and several actual combats that although this tank has good combat effectiveness when used in conjunction with infantry, it still has several drawbacks that are difficult to overcome."

He detailed the difficulty in manufacturing tanks, their operation and maintenance, the difficulty in finding drivers, fuel, maintenance mechanics, etc.

"Master, I'm not saying nonsense... It's that this tank was still purely experimental even in the European War. I've read some battle reports. The Battle of the Somme was the first time tanks were used, and the advance was not smooth."

Jiang Cheng continued speaking word by word, "But please rest assured, Master. I have hired a number of European tank experts at high salaries. Now we are working with a few German scientists who have escaped here to tackle these difficult problems together—"

"Once we are able to develop our own technology, I promise that within three years, your troops and Mr. Wu's troops will all be equipped with tanks!"

Seeing the sparkle in his eyes, the Marshal raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder with admiration, and sighed: "Hey, Feilan, sometimes I look at you, and then look at these old brothers of mine..."

"It's easy to tell who is truly working for the development of Northeast China and who is just looking to make money for themselves."

"You're sucking the blood of soldiers, eating empty salaries, and digging into the foundation of our Fengtian Army. How many of you are really down-to-earth and practical like you?"

After saying this, even Zhang Tingshu felt that the Marshal was not just being polite, but was truly sincere.

"But now that you've mentioned the European War, you must have heard something about what's happening in the interior of the country, right?"

Hearing the Marshal change the subject, Jiang Cheng immediately said: "The Marshal didn't say anything, but the boy's ears are definitely not idle."

"The capital...is it planning to send troops to Shandong?"

The Marshal did not respond, but stood up from the sofa and raised his chin at Zhao Xishun who was standing at the door.

"Yes!"

He immediately turned around and trotted out the door, and then the Marshal signaled Jiang Cheng and Zhang Tinglan to follow him.

"You two, take a look."

As he said that, he threw a pile of papers on the table to the two of them. Jiang Cheng lowered his head and browsed through them. He quickly skipped over the lengthy telegrams and only read the important ones.

"Master, these soldiers are really good!"

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, but Zhang Tinglan at the side spoke first at the signal of the Marshal, "They actually want us to send troops under the pretext of the South's confrontation and the Huanghuan unrest!?"

They are truly the winners of the "telegraph war"... Compared to the Fengtian clique's rough and uncouth bandits who could only say "fuck you", these talented Zhi troops wrote a tragic epic, detailing the difficulties on the southern battlefield and the yellow plague that spread to Shanxi and other places.

This guy, he won't be afraid of losing his job when the Fengtian Army enters the mainland! He can make a fortune just by reading a book under the overpass. (End of this chapter)