You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Despite his significant advantage, Lin Feng remained humble.

His past work experience taught him that no matter how meticulous the plan, execution can still go wrong.

"Come here, everyone."

He called out in a low voice, and several squad leaders immediately gathered around.

Following the advice he had seen in war movies, Lin Feng picked up a dry twig, organized the intelligence he had gathered, and quickly scribbled it on the ground by the moonlight.

"This is our location, the prison area."

The branches touched the ground, drawing several lines:

"This is an earthen wall. A little over a hundred meters inside the wall is the open space of the compound, where the bandits used to drink. The Hall of Gathering Righteousness is on the north side of the open space, and the shack area is on the east side."

He raised his head and glanced at everyone: "Now, let's assign tasks."

"The first step is to control the earthen wall silently."

He looked at a composed-looking infantry squad leader: "Squad Leader Wang, take your men up there and take care of those dozing off with bayonets. Don't make a sound."

"yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Squad Leader Wang sent his eleven soldiers scattering like shadows, quickly moving towards the earthen wall under the cover of darkness and the woodpile.

Everyone held their breath.

Soon, a very faint scraping sound came from the direction of the earthen wall, like a night bird skimming through the grass.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure stood up on the wall and waved three times in this direction.

It became.

Lin Feng was confident that he would have a successful start.

"The second step is to take position of the firing points."

He looked at the two heavy machine gun squad leaders: "Carry the Maxim up there, prop it up on the wall, and point the muzzle at the open space in the courtyard. Remember, do not fire without my order."

"clear!"

Soldiers carried heavy Type 24 heavy machine guns (pictured) and ammunition boxes, crouching low as they quickly climbed the wall.

The tripod was set up, and the spring chain was attached with a clatter.

Under the moonlight, the barrels of two water-cooled Maxim rifles gleamed coldly.

"The third step is to control the shantytown area."

Lin Feng pointed to the east side with a tree branch: "Platoon Leader Li, you take one platoon of three squads and sneak into the shed from the back. There are bandits sleeping inside. Take them down first and tie them up. If they resist, shoot them without hesitation, but try not to make a big commotion."

Now that the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark, Lin Feng is not prepared to let things escalate to a chaotic stage of shooting each other. Wouldn't it be better to outmaneuver them quietly and cleverly?

A burly man nodded: "Yes, capture them alive if possible."

"Step four, reserves."

Lin Feng looked at another platoon leader: "Platoon Leader Zhang, you take the three squads of the second platoon and sneak up behind the woodpile at the edge of the compound to wait for orders. If the first platoon is exposed, or if the bandits in the sheds are awakened, you immediately rush out to control the situation, especially those drinking in the open."

They outnumbered each other, but had no weapons.

"clear."

"Step 5: Wall-top firepower group."

Lin Feng looked up at the earthen wall: "The three squads of the third platoon will remain on the wall, coordinating with the heavy machine guns. If the battle breaks out, you will be responsible for suppressing the enemy and preventing the bandits from reaching the gun emplacements."

The plan is quite comprehensive at this point.

But after thinking about it, Lin Feng still felt it wasn't stable enough.

What if?

What if there are tough guys among the bandits, or hidden sentries we haven't figured out in some corner?

His thoughts sank into the system.

[Exchange for 3 basic Nationalist Army infantry squads, costing 24 points]

[Exchange for 2 Basic National Army Combat Engineer Platoons, costing 20 points]

[Remaining Exchange Points: 42]

Soon, thirty-four new soldiers appeared in the shadows behind the cells.

Including the original ones, he now has 166 people under his command.

A small reinforced company.

"You will form four rows."

Lin Feng pointed to the three newly arrived infantry squads and two engineer squads: "You are the assault spearhead. If the plan is exposed and the battle turns into a full-scale assault, you are responsible for pressing in from the front and crushing the bandits as quickly as possible."

He specifically looked at the two newly arrived engineering platoons.

It was equipped with a total of 4 MP-18 submachine guns and 4 Mauser C96 pistols.

Its close-range firepower is extremely fierce.

"Let me add some more ingredients for you."

Lin Feng opened the system supply list.

[Exchange for 100 replica M24 wooden-handled grenades, costing 6 points]

[Remaining Exchange Points: 36]

Several boxes of hand grenades appeared out of nowhere at my feet.

"Each person on the vanguard mission carries four rounds, and the rest are for the ammunition handlers."

The soldiers silently stepped forward, opened the wooden crate, and stuffed the grenades into their belts.

It has a brownish-yellow wooden handle, a cast iron body, and is quite heavy.

A young soldier weighed the grenade in his hand and grinned: "Sir, this thing is much more powerful than the Hanyang rifle."

An older soldier next to him patted him on the back of the head: "Awesome? If you miss, you'll take yourself with you. Try to aim better next time."

These system soldiers were quite lively, but Lin Feng ignored these little episodes and looked at Zhao Dashan and the two grenade launcher teams.

"You come with me to set up the launch site in the open space behind the prison cells."

He pointed in the direction of Juyitang: "If a fight breaks out and the bandit leader hides inside and puts up a stubborn resistance, you should fire grenades into the door and windows."

A grenade launcher team leader nodded: "Understood. Within 150 meters, I'll hit wherever you point."

The other grenade launcher team leader was a short, stocky man. He patted the grenade launcher next to him and said in a simple, honest voice, "Sir, we brought yellow phosphorus grenades. They burn houses down really fast."

Lin Feng: "...Use grenades first. If you burn everything, where will you get any spoils?"

He still remembered that the exchange points could only be redeemed with real gold and silver. If he wanted to build up his army and participate in the Battle of Shanghai, he might have to get the money from the bandits.

All tasks have been assigned.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and looked at everyone: "Now check the watches."

The squad leaders all raised their wrists.

As soldiers directly manifested by the system, they are equipped with basic gear when they appear, including an old-fashioned military pocket watch or wristwatch for each person.

Lin Feng subconsciously raised his wrist as well.

empty.

Oh, the original owner's Swiss mechanical watch was stolen by the bandits during their body search.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Dashan immediately took off his metal watch and handed it over with both hands: "Sir, use mine."

Lin Feng didn't refuse and accepted it to wear.

The dial is luminous, and the hands glow with a pale green light, pointing to 9:17 PM.

"It is 21:17 now."

Lin Feng raised his head, his gaze sweeping over every face: "At 21:32, a unified operation will commence."

"Platforms, take your positions as planned."

"yes!"

The hushed responses drifted through the night.

The system has demonstrated a high level of troop quality, like a sophisticated machine that has begun to operate.

The three squads, led by Platoon Leader Li, stealthily made their way towards the shantytown on the east side, following the shadows along the base of the wall.

The three squads of the second platoon, led by Platoon Leader Zhang, dispersed into several groups and, under the cover of woodpiles and stone mills, approached the edge of the compound.

On the wall, three rows of soldiers lay prone behind the crenellations, their guns pointed at the noisy open space below.

Two Maxim heavy machine guns, with their muzzles slightly adjusted, covered the most concentrated group of bandits' tables.

The fourth platoon, the newly arrived assault team, crouched quietly in the open space behind the cells, checking their weapons and inserting grenades.

The soldiers of the two engineer platoons were particularly conspicuous. Each of them had four grenades strapped to their belts, MP-18 submachine gun drum magazines hanging on their chests, and engineer shovels and explosive packs on their backs.

It looks like they're about to launch a major offensive.

Lin Feng, along with Zhao Dashan and two grenade launcher squads, stayed behind the stone mill in front of the prison cell.

The terrain here is slightly higher, allowing you to see most of the village.

He crouched down, pulled the Mauser pistol out of its holster, and inspected it.

The safety is in the "N" semi-automatic position, the magazine is full, and the bolt is chambered.

My fingers brushed against the blued gun barrel; it was cool, but reassuring.

"Sir, are you nervous?"

Suddenly, Zhao Dashan asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng glanced at him: "A little."

That's the absolute truth.

He had practiced target shooting in his past life, but he had never shot a person.

He has never commanded more than a hundred people in a night raid.

Zhao Dashan grinned: "It's alright, all of us brothers are here. These bandits are a rabble, they'll scatter as soon as we start fighting."

As he spoke, he patted the MP-18 in his hand: "This thing, if it sweeps within fifty meters, even a god would be brought down."

The grenade launcher operator also came over, grinning sheepishly: "Sir, wherever you point, we'll bomb. It'll be more accurate than setting off firecrackers during the New Year."

Lin Feng felt more at ease after hearing what they said.

He nodded, said nothing more, and just stared at his watch.

The second hand ticked away, one tick at a time.

9:25.

From the direction of the shantytown came a very faint creaking sound—the sound of a door being pushed open.

Then came a muffled groan, the fabric rubbing together, and then silence returned.

They've succeeded in getting the first row.

9:28.

The commotion among the bandits reached its peak in the open space of the courtyard.

Some people were playing drinking games, some were singing, and some were smashing bowls.

A gruff voice roared, "Damn it, we captured a regimental commander today. Once we get the ransom, I'm going to go into the city and have some fun."

Laughter erupted.

Lin Feng watched coldly.

Laugh.

Let's see if you can still laugh in a few minutes.

9:30.

He raised his hand and made a gesture to the people behind him to get ready.

Zhao Dashan picked up his submachine gun, the grenade launcher operator raised the grenade launcher (pictured), and another person had already unscrewed the grenade's rear cap.

On the wall, the machine gunner's finger was on the trigger.

At the edge of the compound, the soldiers of the second platoon peeked out from behind the woodpile.

The commando soldiers gripped their rifle handles tightly.

9:31.

The second hand completes its final revolution.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Less than two hours after arriving here, the first battle is about to begin.

It wasn't for any glory, it was for survival, and to have the means to fight the real enemy—the Japanese devils.

9:32.

He suddenly swung his arm downwards!

"action!"

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Meanwhile, in the open space of the compound.

A shirtless, sweaty bandit henchman staggered to his feet.

He drank too much and felt suffocated.

"Damn it, the outhouse... the outhouse is in the back hill..."

He muttered to himself, pushed aside his companion who was still playing drinking games, and stumbled toward the edge of the courtyard.