The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Yes, how could a tactical instructor with a proud personality admit defeat so easily?

He held the ideal of unity in his heart... However, as a tactical instructor who had absorbed advanced Western ideas, he also understood:
The so-called ideal, if it is not supported by sufficient strength, will still be impossible to achieve even if he believes he has talent and ability.

Therefore, when he saw the devastating combat power of the infantry and tank combination, Guo Maochen was also extremely envious.

Of course he had to try his luck. If he could really get back a large number of tanks, with his talent and command and dispatch capabilities, he would definitely be able to surpass Jiang Feilan.

Jiang Cheng naturally knew all of his inner thoughts.

Not to mention whether Zhang Hanqing or the Zhang family have the ability to get tanks. Given China's current industrial and educational foundation, it would be pure wishful thinking to give them a hundred tanks right away and expect to quickly form a coordinated infantry-tank battle group.

At this moment, the neon lights of the dance hall behind me were shining brightly, illuminating half the street——

But the main street of the entire Shenhai Market has become completely silent, and the capital of this political and economic center of the Northeast has also fallen asleep.

The hustle and bustle of the day was gone, as if all had retreated to the brightly lit dance hall behind them, struggling in their final fight against the darkness.

After watching Guo Songling leave quickly, Jiang Cheng stepped into the car door opened by Xu Fushan with a stern face.

"Master Jiang, someone from the Marshal's Mansion just came to see you, saying...said he was sent by the Fifth Madam."

Jiang Cheng was a little drunk at this time. He leaned back heavily on the chair, raised his eyelids and stared coldly: "Oh?"

In the past, Jiang Cheng's most trusted guard was Ye Hai. After his death, Xu Fushan officially replaced him.

But sometimes, this loyal guard felt a natural pressure when facing the commander-in-chief.

Is living with the king like living with a tiger?

Xu Fushan adjusted his breathing, and with the encouragement of the driver Han Ming's eyes, he carefully chose his words: "Sir, I don't quite know why someone from the Marshal's Mansion came... That is, they just want you to go back."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him again, and said calmly: "Someone come and ask clearly later."

On the contrary, the more silent he was, the more nervous Xu Fusan became.

"Drive, go back to the Marshal's Mansion and have a look."

Jiang Chenghe hugged his elbows and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Passing through the dead silent streets with sparse street lights, the group quickly returned to the Marshal's Mansion.

The lights in the hall had been dimmed at this time, but Jiang Cheng still saw Duan Zhigui easily.

In addition to him, Jiang Cheng also saw the steward of the Marshal's Mansion, who was actually sitting with him.

"Master Jiang, you are finally back!"

The butler lifted the hem of his green gown slightly and trotted towards him.

At this time, Jiang Cheng was already tired again, and looked back at him with a rather weary look: "What's wrong?"

Duan Zhigui also stood up and faced him at this time, but Jiang Cheng could clearly see that the old man was angry but dared not speak.

problem occurs?
Seeing the housekeeper looking a bit frightened and anxious, Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly jumped and he immediately thought of Duan Xinyu.

"Did something happen to Miss Duan?"

His voice wasn't necessarily very high, but it still shocked the other person.

Seeing the sudden changes in their facial expressions, Jiang Cheng confirmed his thoughts.

He frowned and went upstairs. He soon saw the door of the festively decorated wing open.

"Feilan, you're finally back!" The first person he saw when he entered the room was Yu Fengzhi. She was sitting beside the bed holding Duan Xinyu's little hand... and his new concubine was lying flat on the bed, her face looking pale.

"what happened?"

Jiang Cheng clearly felt that the atmosphere was not right, but the eldest sister did not rush to answer. Instead, she held Duan Xinyu's hand and patted it gently: "You should rest well first. I will come to accompany you early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, she turned around and dragged Jiang Cheng out, and first said to Duan Zhigui and the housekeeper in the distance: "Go back first - it's better for us women to handle this matter."

Jiang Cheng was even more confused now. He looked back at the two people who were leaving, and asked in confusion: "Sister, what happened?"

This was the first time that Yu Fengzhi showed her a look of contempt towards her, and her tone was even more of a lecture: "Are all men like this?"

What a mess! Jiang Cheng's facial features were almost squeezed together: "Sister, you should just speak frankly! How did I offend you?"

"Oh no, you're talking about us men... OK, which men have offended you?"

To put it bluntly, this question actually sounds a bit like asking a question while knowing the answer.

Jiang Cheng could see that Duan Xinyu was in trouble, and he also knew that she must be feeling sympathy for Zhang Hanqing.

Yu Fengzhi gathered her woolen shawl and said calmly, "Fortunately nothing serious happened—"

"Xinyu cut her wrists to commit suicide, and my maid found out."

Jiang Cheng was quite surprised, but before he could say anything, Yu Fengzhi continued calmly, "Feilan, I know you are very capable now, and you can have any woman you want."

"But since you agreed to marry Xinyu, don't you have some responsibility towards her?"

What responsibility does a concubine of mine have?

Besides, is this the woman he wants?
If this woman is well, Jiang Cheng doesn't care about having another woman around him; if she is obedient and doesn't cause trouble, he doesn't mind supporting her and treating her well.

But this concubine, who had just arrived on her first day, caused trouble for him in the Marshal's mansion.

Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he sneered, "I'm responsible? Big sister, I want to ask, who should be responsible for this matter?"

"Her father brought her with him in the beginning, intending to 'give her away'! First it was Zhang Jinghui's son, and then Han Qing..."

Now no one wants it, so force it on me——

Well, the one who forces things on others doesn't have to be responsible, and the father who traded his daughter for status doesn't have to be responsible, but I have to be responsible?
Yu Fengzhi was speechless.

She stared at him for a long time before looking away: "Feilan! You——"

"In my heart, you have always been a man who values ​​friendship and treats the women very well. How come..."

Jiang Cheng looked back at her sadly: "To Huixin and Xueer, I am naturally loyal and righteous."

"Let's not talk about anything else. How do Uncle Hai and Pingchuan treat me? Not to mention the assistant commander... Besides, how do the two of them respect me and guard a family business? I have a scale in my heart!"

"Look at this woman, she's just... Oh! Forget it."

As if shaken by Yu Fengzhi's sudden burst of tears, Jiang Cheng still sighed, "Yes - anyway, I didn't do it either."

"No matter how reluctant I am, I shouldn't abandon the bride and run away on this wedding night!"

"But in my heart..."

Yu Fengzhi raised her head and looked at him again, sighing, "How could I not understand your thoughts? Alas, it's all fate."

"Fei Lan, I still say the same thing. Since you married them, they are all poor women. You, you should just...be more tolerant, okay?" (End of this chapter)