The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

After saying this, Duan Zhigui chose to hide away from the world. Every day he stayed at home, enjoying the flowers, birds, fish and insects, and hanging out with his new concubine.

Smoking opium, listening to little songs...that life was so beautiful.

But he had already said it, and the heavy burden fell directly on the young marshal and Guo Guizi.

After all, everyone now knows who is in charge of Jinan Prefecture and even Shandong;

If there is any problem, you have to go to the young marshal!

Unlike Jiang Cheng's proper handling, Zhang Hanqing's side neither provided any benefits to ordinary people, and the ongoing drought has made social contradictions extremely prominent;
In addition, this is the capital of Shandong, and it has been facing the invasion of foreign powers for many years. Now that the Germans have finally left, the Japanese are here again; and this later jackal has an even bigger appetite and ambition!

Faced with the chaotic Jinan City, Zhang Hanqing was completely at a loss... In fact, Guo Maochen was in a similar situation: he had no problem fighting the enemy on the battlefield, but when it came to going against the common people, Guo Songling also found it difficult.

To put it bluntly, he is different from all the warlords. Not to mention oppressing the people, his character is extremely strong and clear - can he learn from the Zhi army? A bloody suppression... It's impossible!

However, while the two were twitching, a major incident occurred in Jinan Prefecture.

Even though the Fengtian Army has moved in to "maintain order", for now, the city's public security is still the responsibility of the Police Department.

The Fengtian Army brothers were ordered to remain restrained, but the police did not receive this letter.

There were protests on the streets, and chaos was inevitable. The police who went to try to disperse the crowd naturally clashed with the excited students, workers, etc.

Bloodshed was inevitable, and even more terrible was that many Japanese merchants’ shops in Jinan were smashed and vandalized, many shop assistants and bosses were injured, and a warehouse clerk at Noda Soap Store was even beaten to death…

Shandong, the "Flaming Mountain" that was the focus of all eyes at the Paris Peace Conference, had one Japanese casualty and many injuries... The Japanese were naturally not happy about this.

The Japanese troops in Qingdao were howling, and there was an uproar in the naval port. These ambitious invaders were like green-headed flies smelling the smell of poop, and they all surrounded them.

In addition to demanding severe punishment for the criminals, heavy compensation, and suppression of the protesting people, the Japanese also made unreasonable demands, including demanding that the Fengtian Army withdraw from Jinan and that the Japanese army move in, on the grounds of protecting overseas Chinese.

"Damn you, the Japanese are causing trouble for me again!"

The commander on the other end of the phone was very angry. Jiang Cheng's ears were buzzing. "People died and were injured, but it's not a big deal. Besides, the Japanese are too tough. They die at any time--"

"Just pay some money, but they actually want our Fengtian Army to withdraw and let them move in! How the hell does this make sense?"

This matter originally involved his beloved son, Xiaoliuzi. Plus, there had been troubles everywhere in Fengtian recently, and there were also famine and drought. How could the overwhelmed Marshal Zhang be in a good mood?

Jiang Cheng smiled apologetically and made some random remarks, but his eyes were completely focused on the map of Jinan in front of him.

The picture was sent by that bootlicker Duan Zhigui——

It was very exquisite, and it was said that he bought it from the Japanese at a huge price: not only every street and every important building, even the larger trees and water sources were clearly marked.

It's strange. Hanqing and Guo Guizi's base is here, so why did the protest team move in that direction?
Generally, the military will not choose to station its troops in too prosperous areas, and may even simply be stationed outside the city.

Zhang Hanqing's deployment was no exception - the brigade's camp was set up outside the city, and he only brought more than a hundred close-quarters troops and lived in the westernmost part of Jinan Prefecture.

There isn't much of a commercial area there, and the population is relatively sparse... Duan Zhigui's official residence is not far away.

In other words, if these people really want to protest, why would they go to the commercial street instead of looking for higher-ups?

How can looting and smashing be considered a patriotic movement?

Jiang Cheng held the receiver in one hand, and could still hear the Marshal's cursing, but he could hardly hear clearly: the demonstrations in various places were all in accordance with the highest officials in each place - I have never heard of a team going straight to the commercial street to cause trouble.

"Hey, hello!"

The Marshal's voice suddenly became a little louder. "Fuck you, little bastard, I'm talking to you, what are you thinking about!"

Jiang Cheng suddenly came back to his senses from his thoughts, and quickly smiled at the Marshal, "Hey, Master, listen to me, kid!"

The other side cursed: "You listen to his grandma's shit! What did I say to you, did you listen?"

Jiang Cheng's eyes immediately turned and he said with a smile: "Look at what you said. You are giving me a lecture, and I dare not listen to you——"

"I'm listening. You want food. Even if we have to tighten our belts, we have to help our brothers in the province, right? We'll give you as much as you want!"

Zhang Dashuai was so angry that he yelled back: "Don't give me the eye drops, this grain is grain, I'm going to..."

Jiang Cheng quickly added: "Listen, kid, aren't you talking about Han Qing?"

"Master, do you still remember that guy named Wu who was planning to cause trouble in Jilin?"

After a pause, his face darkened slightly, and he whispered, "Master, think about it carefully. If our Fengtian Army really withdrew from Jinan Prefecture, who would be the most proud?"

There was a sudden silence over there.

After a while, the Marshal's voice, which had become cold and stern, slowly said: "You mean... besides the Japanese, the Zhili Army also wants it?"

"Fuck it, using someone else's knife to kill someone - this is such a shady move!"

When it comes to being ruthless, who can compare to you, Marshal Zhang?

Jiang Cheng thought so in his heart, but he continued slowly: "In my opinion, this matter is strange... The people who made trouble did not go to Han Qing, nor did they go to Duan Zhigui to speak."

"They went straight to the commercial street, smashing and looting, and even went to the Japanese shops to cause trouble."

"Admittedly, there is a high possibility that the people are pouring their anger on these unlucky people - but if you think about it carefully, it is really unreasonable if no one takes the lead in this matter!"

Students and workers, the main bodies of the protest movement are young and energetic, and a few sparks can immediately set the whole movement on a prairie fire.

If there really were a bad guy taking the lead, it would be very easy to cause trouble.

"Well, give me some advice!"

Jiang Cheng licked his lips and said, "There is nothing left to discuss at the Paris Peace Conference. With the Beiyang regime being so mean, what benefits can we really expect them to bring back?"

"We will definitely lose Shandong's sphere of influence, but within that sphere, the rights and interests of our Fengtian Army must not be lost!"

"We can accept the humiliation from Jinan Prefecture, and just make a fake apology and pay some money, but we absolutely cannot agree to withdraw our troops!"

"Don't worry, I'll negotiate with the Japanese side. No matter who wants to squeeze the Fengtian Army out of Shandong, I think they've made a wrong calculation!"

After saying this, the commander on the other side smiled with satisfaction, hummed twice and said that he had indeed made a good judgment on you, and then said that he would take the job on you and told you to do your best... and then hung up the phone. (End of this chapter)