Many people couldn't pass the New Year. For example, if you owed a debt this year, you couldn't drag it past the New Year. That was why there was the saying of passing the New Year.
The patrol regiment had become a thorn in the flesh of the Sixteenth Regiment. Dao Yiqian felt that Old Zhang was too arrogant. He no longer had the humble look he had in the past. That was all an act. This person was too terrifying. He flew alone as soon as his wings hardened.
He didn't even bother to pretend. He wasn't afraid that if he climbed too high, he would fall even harder.
Even if Dao Yiqian had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to learn from the 918 Japanese army. If they bombarded the North Camp, Zhang Zhengzong would show him what the iron fist of justice was.
Drill?
This was clearly a threat. Since when was the imperial army threatened?
The Feng army actually dared to go against the Japanese army?
This regiment of guards was the best fighting force in the Feng family, but Dao Yiqian didn't think they were that strong.
In the past, it was always the Japanese who took the initiative to provoke them, but not now.
He repeatedly asked Shirakawa Masanori for instructions, but Shirakawa Masanori only asked him to suppress him and fight silently, determined not to fire the first shot.
The Japanese army of the Taisho period was still honest.
Once the battle started, the Sixteenth Regiment would be the first to bear the brunt. If they were unable to rescue in time, they would be crushed by the Feng army that surrounded them from all directions.
In the past, Shirakawa Masanori did not have such thoughts. However, with the appearance of the new Guards Brigade and the Teaching Brigade, he could not guarantee that Ol 'Zhang would not have a more capable army.
Although the weapons and food of the Feng army were not very sufficient, they were still better than the Japanese army in South Manchuria.
Although the South Manchurian Japanese army was not lacking in ammunition or food, their logistics were definitely worse than the Feng army. No matter how one thought about it, it was the fault of that brainless emperor. After all, he did not raise the Japanese. It would be different if Showa took over.
Zhang Zhengzong also had to celebrate the New Year, and his goal was the 16th Regiment. Faced with the temptation of the Munitions Factory, he decided to press on step by step. This Japanese didn't dare to provoke him. He already knew where the Kwantung Army's bottom line was. He wanted to nibble away at that bastard Bai Chuan.
It was impossible for the Sixteenth Regiment to stay in Fengtian for the holidays. They were not welcome here.
Zhang Zhengzong finally understood that the most important thing for a warlord was the soldiers in his hands, especially those who could fight.
Other than that, it was meaningless to earn more money. Robbery was always the fastest way to earn money in this day and age. Having a gun in hand was far more reliable than having money in hand.
If the three northeastern provinces were occupied by the Japanese, he, the king of the northeast, would have no other way out except to destroy his family and save himself.
The Wei people also celebrated festivals, but they celebrated the new year. In the past, it was the Spring Festival, but later it was changed to get rid of the influence of the Japanese and then occupy the mainland. Their wild ambitions were obvious.
Recently, cannons had been fired every day at the edge of Fengtian City. The residents were used to it. From the initial panic, they ignored it.
"Go." The soldiers of the Guards Brigade charged at the Japanese army barehanded. Because of the orders from their superiors, both sides did not dare to use their weapons. Even if they fired a shot, it was equivalent to dropping a spark into the gasoline warehouse.
It was normal for soldiers to fight, but it was different from hooligans and ruffians. Soldiers were organized and would not use any dirty tricks, because they were the kind that fought to the death.
Dao Yiqian was very frustrated. He wanted to counter the enemy, but the problem was that he was not confident. If he failed, the price would be too high.
Although the Japanese army had this tradition, the losers all ended up miserable.
"Major General, the impact is too great. Our soldiers are filled with resentment, and if they come a few more times, war will come.”
"I know that Commander Bai Chuan's orders are simply forcing people into a difficult position. This Guard Brigade is Old Zhang's unit, so this matter must be his own order.”
The Guards Brigade only listened to Zhang Zhengzong's orders, so it was obvious who had given the order to provoke them.
"We have to either start a war or retreat. There is no second option.”
Daoyi Qian rested his chin on his hand and pondered. He definitely couldn't go to war. Otherwise, the Governor's Office of the Guandong Army wouldn't have suppressed them so much. Because it was a peaceful time, the military didn't have much power.
During the Taisho period, the Wei Nation was still very peaceful, and it felt like a prosperous era was coming.
Not wanting to take the blame for Bai Chuan, Dao Yiqian could only disobey the Commander-in-Chief's orders and leave Fengtian without permission. No matter what, he was responsible. He was really unlucky as a major general.
As Kendo Island's superior, Shirakawa Masanori had made him the scapegoat because he was the Lieutenant General. His status and position were sufficient.
Factions and party struggles existed in every country. Everyone was trying their best to climb up the ranks.
After the battle, many wounded soldiers were sent to the hospital. The good news was that no one died, but many were seriously injured.
Both sides still had their reservations. If they had used weapons, blood would have flowed like a river.
Zhang Zhengzong was waiting for news. If the Sixteenth Regiment still did not leave, he would have to do the best he could. That would be very dangerous, and there was the risk of falling out at any time. It might even involve diplomacy.
He was the leader, but Dao Yiqian was not. If something happened, he would definitely suffer.
It was best if Dao Yiqian chose one of the 36 Stratagems, which was to escape.
Although he was responsible, it wasn't too serious. Bai Chuan was a classic example of him running but not eating grass. He finally understood that he had become the scapegoat.
Both Noda and Shirakawa were bastards.
That night, before Zhang Zhengzong could rest, Shun Zi came to report that the Sixteenth Regiment had left Fengtian City.
It was good news. How could others sleep on the side of the bed? The ancients knew it, let alone him.
Now, he was not strong enough, so he used this method. When the army became stronger next year, he would fight the Japanese army and get rid of the fear of foreigners in the Chinese army. The foreigners were still carrying a head on their shoulders. Could they even breathe fire?
It was a festival, so the Marshal's Mansion was very lively. The Chinese courtyard was hung with red lanterns. Although there were not as many people as when the prodigal got married, it was still very bright.
All the maids in the manor were dressed in western-style maid clothes, making the marshal's manor look much more westernized than before. The marshal's open-mindedness had influenced many people. Some of the concubines even bought dresses. As for the two unmarried young ladies of the marshal's manor, they naturally often wore them.
The atmosphere in the residence was much better than when Old Zhang was around.
Old Zhang was a tyrant and conservative. If he wore less revealing clothes, he would probably be whipped to death.
In the big mansion, Zhang Zhengzong was playing mahjong with a few concubines. To be honest, it was not easy to be the King of the Northeast, especially when it came to the military and political affairs. Although he had given up a lot of power, there were still many things that needed his signature and approval.
"Master, it's time for the firecrackers."
Zhang Zhengzong didn't really like gambling, but since he was resting now, he had to find something to do. Since the other families were looking for him, he still had to come and play.
It wasn't that these women were trying to trick Zhang Zhengzong, but that he was too lousy at cards and always lost.
"Alright, I don't have any money. I won't play anymore.”Zhang Zhengzong wanted to go out and play, but thinking about how the Japanese kept staring at him, he decided not to go out.
The intelligence organization of the Japanese made him feel very troubled. It seemed that he would have to set up an intelligence spy organization after the new year to fight against the Japanese.
"Master, I'm not playing anymore. Jiu 'er, walk with me?”
The few concubines were still very sensible. They were already old and ugly. Once this woman was over thirty or forty, she went downhill.
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