The South Manchurian railway was in the hands of the Japanese, and there were economic zones along the way. The Japanese built many permanent fortifications in these places to guard against the Feng army and the Mao Xiong army.
It was widely acknowledged that the railway could stimulate economic development. Therefore, Zhang Zhengzong attached the most importance to the railway at the moment.
However, it would take at least two years. He couldn't have the idea of forging iron roads. The tiger whiskers of two empires were not so easy to touch. People would die.
With Feng clan's current strength, they didn't have the ability to take back the railway.
Unless he could have 500,000 troops, then these two countries might give up. After all, the gains would not make up for the losses.
The control of the railway was really troublesome. During the first war between Zhifeng and Japan, the Feng army had taken the train to enter the pass with the support of the Japanese army. Now that they had no connections, it was impossible to take the train for free.
If they took the train, the Japanese might refuse or even ask for a high price. The railway was too useful for the military.
In the Zhang family, those Xi characters had long been removed, and the marshal's manor returned to its normal appearance.
Qin Yu, who was also the tenth concubine, dressed neatly and greeted the other concubines.
Although these women were jealous of her, they did not dare to mock her. After all, everyone could see that the handsome man liked her very much.
He didn't know what would happen in the future, but he definitely couldn't offend her now.
Old Zhang's two daughters bowed to her. No matter what, they were still his mother.
Zhang Zhengzong had already changed back into his normal clothes. He would rather die than wear that kind of clothes more than a few times. It was obvious that he was going to be a target. The only thing missing was the words 'I am Marshal Zhang' carved on his head.
Compared to casual clothes, Zhang Zhengzong was now mostly wearing casual clothes. The main reason was that he didn't really like the mandarin jacket of the country gentry in the Republic of China. It was too much like a little old man.
Who would wear that if they weren't old?
Although he looked a little old, he was still young inside.
However, with Old Zhang's age, he was almost seventy.
"Master, Sixth Master Wu has asked someone to give you a gift. There are a lot of good things in here. The kitchen has already prepared them for you.”The seventh aunt asked the servant maids to bring a bowl of soup. This was specially prepared by her.
"Are you guys cursing me for kidney deficiency? Alright, alright, alright.”Zhang Zhengzong also knew that ordinary people couldn't eat these things even if they wanted to, but they couldn't eat too much. Otherwise, they would have a nosebleed.
After summer, the weather in the northeast would gradually turn cold due to the high latitude. The bandits in various places would basically disintegrate. Large groups of bandits would be wiped out. Even if they were not wiped out, they would not dare to show up again every year and a half. Small groups would be recruited and joined the security corps.
The combat strength of the Feng army had increased a little, but it was not too high. Therefore, if they wanted to fight a tough battle, they still had to rely on the Guard Brigade and the Teaching Brigade. The newly trained soldiers might not be able to be used.
Inside the pass, Yang Guanghui, who was traveling south along the Jinghan railway, had a few bodyguards with him. His direct family had their own source of firearms, and their relationship with the Feng family was bad. Naturally, it was impossible for them to buy it.
Therefore, Yang Guanghui planned to go to the south. Marshal Zhang's job must be done well. Although the reputation created by Hanyang had been made known, it was still outdated.
There were a lot of warlords in the south. There were at least a hundred of them, especially in the southwest. The emperor was far away, and it was very cool there.
Let's talk about the Kwantung Army and the Black Dragon Gang. The Kwantung Army's Dudu Mansion had been changed into a headquarters. In addition to changing its name, it had also added many organs and units. It could be seen that the Japanese had accelerated their pace of governing the northeast.
Following the orders of the Fengtian Office, the Japanese had stopped circulating in the northeast. This made the Japanese very angry. The people along the way did not accept their money and only recognized the ocean.
Originally, the Japanese thought that Fengtian would continue to print bills, but who would have thought that Zhang Zhengzong would not restore the bills. The previous bills were almost officially abandoned.
Now, the currency in circulation was the ocean and copper coins. Although it was not as convenient as paper money, it was more reassuring.
The buildings of these Japanese people originated from the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Although they had undergone westernization, they still retained some of their previous styles.
There was a big difference between Japanese mansions and Chinese courtyards. After all, Chinese courtyards nowadays were all houses with a siheyuan structure.
The headquarters of the Kwantung Army was such a building. It didn't have any foreign flavor, nor did it have any defensive power.
Shirakawa Masayoshi knelt down and watched the performance of the geisha. To be honest, as a prostitute, no one thought that the performance of the geisha was good. The powder on her face could be steamed into a few buns.
Seeing their faces in the middle of the night, those who didn't know better would think that they were female ghosts.
However, the Japanese people present were all watching with great interest. They even hoped that this geisha would sleep with them. Indeed, every country had its own culture. In any case, they were not lucky enough to enjoy it.
As long as one had heard the music of the Japanese and heard similar music, they would know which country it was from.
"Gentlemen, come."
Bai Chuan had invited Japanese businessmen. In fact, they were all vanguards of the invasion of China, but one was military and the other was economic.
Zhang Zhengzong's policies and actions had greatly hurt the interests of the Japanese, so Shirakawa had to appease the merchants.
The price of rice, soybeans, and other crops had risen by only two levels, and it had already caused the Japanese merchants to bleed. What was even more terrifying was Zhang Zhengzong's attitude.
If the Feng lineage also developed their own light industry, they might not even be able to export crops to them in the future.
There was also the tax on the mines. The Feng family could not easily cut off contact with the Japanese. Both sides needed the other party's resources and funds to maintain, and it was definitely not a good thing to fall out now.
Of course, for the Japanese, it was best not to pay for what they could snatch.
Their empires had become strong by sucking blood from the enemy. The people of insight in the two countries were well aware of this.
It was inevitable that Zhang Zhengzong would be killed. Then, they would choose a Northeastern King who was close to the Japanese and continue to maintain their current interests. When the next emperor ascended the throne and relaxed the conditions, they could continue to occupy the rights and interests of the Northeast.
Step-by-step encroachment was the most terrifying, because the Wei didn't have the ability to swallow the whole world.
"Commander, the autumn harvest is just around the corner. Please communicate with Zhang Zhengzong. This price is too much of a loss for us.”
No matter which country's capitalists were, they were basically the same, and that was to be desperate for money.
It was in the past, it was now, and it would be in the future.
"Yes, I have something to tell him too.”
Shirakawa Masayoshi decided to come here for a military exercise to show the troops of the Kwantung Army their combat effectiveness.
Although he didn't need to greet Zhang Zhengzong, he still did so to avoid conflict. He didn't want Zhang Zhengzong to think that the Guandong Army was about to start a war with the Feng Army.
Of course, Bai Chuan knew that Zhang Zhengzong's nerves would be tense. He might even think that this was the prelude to the Kwantung Army's invasion of Northeast China.
Even if they didn't invade, they would still invade some territories as a form of intimidation.
"Thank you, Commander.”
Just as Shirakawa Masanori had thought, Zhang Zhengzong was indeed very concerned about the Kwantung Army's military exercise.
He didn't expect that the commander of the Kwantung Army would come to see him personally. He had given him enough face.
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