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

Before Ichiro Mifune could react, the second round of shots came.

The target this time was a sturdy pine tree twenty meters away.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A series of bullets hit the tree trunk almost simultaneously.

That pine tree, which had grown in the misty rain of Jiangnan for at least a decade, was as fragile as a chopstick that had been casually snapped in half by a naughty child in the face of a 12.7mm bullet.

Wood chips exploded and flew like a blizzard, the trunk snapped in the middle and crashed down with a teeth-grinding "crack".

Behind the tree, the ronin who thought he had found perfect cover and was peeking out to shoot didn't even have a chance to scream.

A burst of bullets, having pierced the tree trunk without losing any kinetic energy, severed his body in half.

The Japanese soldier's upper body collapsed instantly, crashing heavily onto the muddy grass. His hands were still unconsciously digging at the soil, and his distorted face was filled with his final bewilderment at the world.

Why? Why were the warriors of the Yamato race torn apart by such unreasonable firepower?

The Japanese soldier's lower body was still eerily kneeling behind the tree stump, steam rising from the severed wound, and blood, like a burst dam, instantly stained the ground beneath his feet red.

Ichiro Mifune lay on the ground, his whole body trembling.

As a veteran of the Kwantung Army, he had seen the Liaoning Type 13 tanks of the Fengtian Army, the Type 24 tanks of the Central Army, and even the Renault tanks of the Fengtian Army.

But he had never seen such a monster before.

The rate of fire isn't fast, but the power is immense.

He didn't know that it was "Lao Gan Ma" (a popular chili sauce brand) from across the ocean, and a Browning M2HB heavy machine gun.

In the original historical timeline, it would have entered the Great Xia battlefield in small numbers several years later through the Lend-Lease Act, but now, it has arrived prematurely in the darkness of Qing County.

"Baka... This is impossible..."

Ichiro Mifune's teeth are chattering.

What kind of security team is this?

Is that an anti-aircraft machine gun?

Even the Nanjing Training Corps didn't have the extravagant tactic of using anti-aircraft machine guns to fire directly at infantry.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

Ichiro Mifune shouted and yelled:

"Retreat towards the Wang family's forces, and then immediately withdraw after regrouping."

All he wants now is to escape.

To hell with missions, rewards, and shared prosperity!

The most important thing is to get back alive, report the situation here to the South Manchuria Railway Survey Section, and tell them that there is a well-equipped unit in Qingxian County.

However, the battlefield is never a place you can come and go as you please.

While the ronin were desperately dragging the wounded and trying to escape into the woods behind them, Wang Wenbo's situation was even more difficult.

This young master Wang, who had just returned from studying at the Japanese Army Officer Academy, was experiencing the darkest moment of his life.

He led over fifty handpicked servants from the Wang family, hiding in the woods further back, a Browning pistol in his hand. He fantasized that after the rogue opened up the situation, he would lead his men in, shoot Lin Feng dead, take over the security regiment, and thus reach the pinnacle of his life.

The script was all written, but unfortunately the actors weren't cooperating.

"Da da da da—!"

Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire erupted from the darkness on the flank.

That was a system infantry company that had already outflanked and positioned itself in place.

The crisp, rapid-fire of the Czech-made light machine gun rang out, instantly wiping out the outer ring of guards.

Immediately afterwards, countless figures dressed in khaki military uniforms appeared from the night like ghosts.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their tactical maneuvers textbook perfect. They formed groups of several, taking turns providing cover, creating a semi-circular iron wall that was rapidly closing in on the center.

"Young...Young Master, we're surrounded."

The head of the guards screamed, his voice trembling, and he even forgot to take the safety off his Mauser pistol.

"What's the panic?"

Wang Wenbo tried to remain calm, but his face was as white as paper. He waved his pistol and shouted, "There are only a few dozen of them, but we outnumber them. Hold them off! Hold them off!"

"Fuck your mother's head!"

A servant watched as his companion's head exploded like a watermelon from a bullet, splattering red and white matter all over his face. He broke down on the spot, threw down his old pistol, and turned to run away.

This run was like toppling dominoes.

These servants, who usually bully and oppress ordinary people, have never seen such a regular army-level strangulation battle.

The camp erupted in chaos instantly.

Some people lay on the ground pretending to be dead, some knelt down begging for mercy, and some were so scared that they wet their pants and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Wang Wenbo fired several shots in an attempt to urge the battle on, but he could not suppress the rout at all.

He watched helplessly as the fifty-odd men he had brought scattered and fled like a flock of frightened sheep, only to be taken down one by one by precise shots from the perimeter.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Wang Wenbo's mind went blank, and his legs went weak.

He turned to run, but bumped right into Mifune Ichiro, who was tumbling and crawling towards him with a dozen or so defeated soldiers.

The two bumped into each other in the chaotic woods.

Ichiro Mifune's face was covered in blood, splattered from his men being blown to pieces, making him look particularly gruesome in the moonlight.

He grabbed Wang Wenbo by the collar, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour him:

"You idiot! You tricked us?! This is the security force you described as completely unprepared?!"

"No, no..." Wang Wenbo stammered in fear, "Mr. Mifune, I don't know either..."

"Retreat, let's retreat together."

Ichiro Mifune doesn't have time to settle scores with him right now. This kid is a local bully, and he's still useful. He'll drag him along and run westward.

That was the road they came from, and it was also their only way to survive.

But Lin Feng had already anticipated this.

The encirclement by the outflanking troops was completed.

"Surrender and you will not be killed."

"Lie down."

Shouts came from all directions.

Ichiro Mifune tried to raise his gun in resistance, but the Czech-made pistols in the hands of the security soldiers had already spat fire.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

A burst of bullets swept through, and Ichiro Mifune felt a chill in his chest, followed by excruciating pain, causing him to collapse to the ground.

On the other side, Wang Wenbo was already paralyzed with fear and was dragged out of the bushes by two soldiers like a dead dog.

The battle ended completely in less than half an hour after it began.

Inside the command post, Lin Feng sat in a chair, listening to the gunfire outside gradually subside until it subsided into silence.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and took a sip.

The tea is still hot.

"Even beheading Hua Xiong while the wine is still warm is no more impressive than this."

【Ding! 】

At this moment, the system notification sounded.

[Battle over, proceeding with results...]

[Kill 1 armed ronin, +1 merit point]

[Defeat 1 armed ronin squad leader, Merit Points +4]

[Kill 1 armed henchman, Merit Points +0.5]

[Defeat 1 armed ronin leader, merit points +10]

[Kill 1 Japanese Army Second Lieutenant, Merit Points +25]

……

The messages scrolled by quickly.

A total of 53 enemies were killed.

[Captured/controlled 25 people]

[Merit points are being calculated...]

Total Merit Points Earned: 127

[Current available merit points: 143]

Current permission level: Level I (307/300)

【Ding! 】

Access level upgraded.

Current permission level: Level II (7/4000)

[The list of Tier II units available for exchange is now open]

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

I have accumulated over 300 merit points.

Level II, finally here.

He eagerly opened the new redemption list, and the screen in front of him instantly became dazzling with options.

Under the squad category, a bunch of new units have been added, including reconnaissance squads, sniper squads, artillery observation squads, radio squads, second lieutenant commander squads, mortar squads, and so on.

He didn't have time to look closely; on a whim, he clicked on the [Vehicles] category.

[BMW R75 heavy motorcycle (with sidecar)], [Opel "Lightning" 3-ton truck], [Sd.Kfz.222 light armored reconnaissance vehicle], and even [Panzer II light tank] and [Vickers 6-ton amphibious light tank].

This system is awesome! Level II really makes a difference.

This means he has finally left the "newbie village" and can now access real World War II main equipment.

And this is only Level II access. When it reaches Level III, it will probably unlock even more powerful equipment. What about Type III, Type IV, tigers, black panthers, and zoos? It's not a dream!

but--

Lin Feng's gaze shifted downwards and landed on his wallet.

[Currently available redemption points: 43 points]

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

"I have the permissions, I have the qualifications, but I don't have the money."

He had previously gambled away all his money, exchanging it for infantry squads and heavy machine guns.

With the little money I have left, I can only afford to buy an Sd.Kfz.222 armored vehicle to satisfy my craving.

Moreover, even if they had money, given the road conditions and transportation in the Republic of China era, tanks like the Panzer II and Panzer III would be fine, but heavy armored units like the Tiger and Panther would probably break down after only a short distance.