The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

After shouting these words as if he was relieved of his anger, Zhang Xuecheng turned around and was about to leave. However, as he turned around, his red eyes suddenly met Jiang Cheng's gaze, and he became timid without even a second.

But in a flash, his face got in the way and he wailed to Jiang Cheng: "Did you hear me? I quit!"

The women and men all turned their heads to look at Jiang Cheng. The women who had been screaming and trying to persuade others just now fell silent because of the commander-in-chief's expression.

The entire front hall suddenly fell into deathly silence... The place was just stunned.

But it was really funny to see Jiang Cheng looking back at him coldly, because the other party's voice was extremely hoarse, and it was obvious that he had just yelled and his throat was broken -

And looking at his expression that was mixed with grievance and coercion, it really didn't sound like he was resigning. His words didn't sound like a resignation, but rather a cry for help and to save face.

"You really don't want to do this anymore?"

Jiang Cheng smiled and then put on a serious expression, "137 But you are the superior, and you are going to give up your duties now. You should have a good talk with me and hand over the work, right?"

But as soon as he said this, Zhang Shoufang became the most nervous. He straightened up and was about to speak, but was immediately held down by Hai Huixin.

"We don't understand men's affairs - let our master decide!"

Hearing his wife say this, Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, made a "follow me" gesture to Zhang Xuecheng, then took off his military cap and hurried past a group of women.

Zhang Xuecheng immediately wilted and followed Jiang Cheng upstairs dejectedly.

But just as the supreme ruler of Jilin reached the corner, he heard a series of hurried sounds of high heels behind him.

Turning around, Zhang Shoufang looked different from his previous fierce and domineering self. In addition to anxiety, there was also a hint of pleading on his face.

"Feilan... No, no, no, Master Jiang, my good Master Jiang!"

Zhang Shoufang stretched out his hands impatiently and held Jiang Cheng's right hand tightly, "You, you can say whatever you want, but don't bully my brother!"

Seeing her like this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head and looked at Su Xiaowan who was following closely. He shook his head and smiled and said, "Big sister, look at what you said. Am I waiting to bully Xuecheng?"

"Besides, just now, who bullied him so badly? It couldn't be me, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Shoufang's face turned red.

After a long while, she finally stammered, "How can they be the same? Besides, I am the only one who can bully my brother!"

Zhang Xuecheng's face was bitter: "Sister."

Jiang Cheng looked at the brother and sister, and suddenly remembered something that the original owner had seen in the Marshal's Mansion when he was a child.

At that time, Zhang Yuting had just moved into Fengtian and took her and Zhang Hanqing and his sister over.

This young marshal was mischievous and rebellious when he was young. Once he got into big trouble and was beaten up by his father, but it was this sister who came to protect him.

He understood that this sister might not be a gentle, kind, knowledgeable and elegant lady, but she was serious about protecting her brothers.

"Heh, I got it."

With his left hand patting the sister's wrist, Jiang Cheng easily pulled his right hand away, turned around and patted Zhang Xuecheng's elbow, and went upstairs to the study room as quickly as possible. Without saying a word, Jiang Cheng handed the military cap to Han Ming who followed him in, and asked him to prepare hot tea and snacks, while he sat down on the leather sofa with a lazy look.

He quickly took out the cigarette box, but did not rush to light it. Instead, he pulled out another one and threw it to Zhang Xuecheng.

"Try it. Boss Huang from Shanghai asked someone to send it to me. He said they named the cigarette after me. I've been smoking it these past few days. It tastes good and is very strong!"

Zhang Xuecheng took it in panic, but he stood there, neither lighting a cigarette nor sitting down.

"Why, weren't you quite talkative when you came here this morning?"

Taking out the lighter given by the British businessman, Jiang Cheng lit it and took a long puff. Then he crossed his legs and looked at him with a playful look, "Is it my cigarette that made you, a talking bird, mute?"

After a moment's pause, he smiled awkwardly: "I am just upset because of my sister. Feilan, we are brothers, you, don't take it seriously!"

Jiang Cheng knocked off the ash from his cigarette and curled his lips: "Sir, this is no joke... Why, you're a grown man, and you're still willing to sit back after you pooped a big pile?"

"You are no longer the superior. If there is anything important, just say it now!"

Zhang Xuecheng was shocked.

He really didn't expect that his angry words would actually make Jiang Cheng make the decision to dismiss him from his military post.

His words "I am not joking" clearly confirmed his statement.

"Okay, now that I've come to this, I'll say what I need to say. You, the warlord, can listen if you want to. If you don't want to... just treat it as a fart!"

At that moment, he straightened his back and took two steps forward, and pressed the cigarette thrown to him hard on the table, "Master Jiang, I know you are planning to reorganize the army and replace everyone from top to bottom, including officers and soldiers!"

"Both Jiang Chaoliu and Feng Hanqing explained the intention to me clearly."

"But I feel so aggrieved, so aggrieved! Brothers, you are a soldier, your life is hanging on your belt, let alone charging into battle...if a bomb really falls from the sky, won't you even be able to find your body?"

"What are we brothers trying to achieve? What is the purpose? Isn't it just to make more money, to make ourselves more comfortable, and to make life better for our mothers, wives and children at home?"

"But look at what a military reorganization has done. There are many old men in my brigade who have served in the army all their lives, and you just lay them off - and give them a little change. What can they do with it?"

Jiang Cheng blinked and looked at him: "Now I have been given money, and the travel expenses to return to my hometown are also given. Those who don't want to go home will be arranged locally... Why, since being a soldier is not worth your life, what's wrong with going back to farm and earn food, and having a wife and children to live with?"

Zhang Xuecheng shook his head bitterly: "Feilan, I know you come from a family of scholars, and you are a person who has seen the world... But do you know how these veterans at the bottom live?"

"In the final analysis, some people have been soldiers their whole lives, and they really can't do anything else except being a soldier. You ask them to go home to grow crops and then give them all that money. To be honest, no matter how much money they have, they will just go home and drink! You might as well just give them a few pounds of loose baskets without anyone giving them anything."

"Besides, you know that the military makes money, but the civilian officials don't? We have to make it clear that Feng Hanqing and Jiang Chaoliu are good people, but what about their subordinates?"

Jiang Cheng understood his subtext very well——

No matter how good a policy is, there will be huge deviations when it is implemented.

He dealt with two civilian officials from the Military Reorganization Office a few days ago: the two guys actually used the approval slips to embezzle the retirement pay of the big-headed soldiers, and then used the money to lend at high interest in Changchun and other places. (End of this chapter)