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

"Commander, the battlefield is cleaned up."

Zhao Dashan strode over, carrying a sheathed longsword and a rifle, his expression strange.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Dashan handed over the rifle in his hand, his voice low: "When the brothers were cleaning up the battlefield just now, they found that the Wang family's equipment was really good. Look at this gun."

Lin Feng took the rifle and examined it by the dim light of the lantern.

The gun has a long barrel and a dust cover on the bolt with a chrysanthemum carving. Although the inscription on the gun has been deliberately ground off, he would still recognize its unique shape even in ashes.

The Type 38 rifle, due to its large dust cover, is commonly known as the "Type 38 Big Cover".

"A total of 32 Type 38 rifles, 37 old-style rifles and Hanyang rifles, 19 pistols of various types, two Type 96 light machine guns, two grenade launchers, and this."

Zhao Dashan handed over the knife again: "Nine of our brothers were wounded, and two were killed in action."

Lin Feng took the knife and, imitating the action from the TV series, pushed the tsuba with his thumb. With a "clang," half of the gleaming blade slid out.

"This is a Japanese officer's sword."

Lin Feng sheathed his sword. The system's kill notification had already indicated that the attackers included Japanese ronin and active-duty army officers.

The evidence is now conclusive that the Wang family colluded with the Japanese.

Just then, the gate to the militia dormitory inside the garrison was opened.

More than 300 militiamen who had been imprisoned overnight poured out.

Although they didn't participate in the battle, they clearly heard the gunfire that night, and they all cowered in fear, both curious and afraid.

By the light of torches and searchlights on the playground, they could see the piles of captured weapons.

"My goodness, this match tonight was so intense..."

"Are they bandits?"

"Are these bandits crazy? They dare to attack our base?"

In the crowd, an elderly militiaman suddenly pushed his way to the front, staring wide-eyed at the pile of Type 38 rifles and two intact Type 96 light machine guns on the ground.

He served in the Northeast Army when he was young and had seen this thing before.

"This...this is a Type 38 rifle, and that Type 96 light machine gun."

The old militiaman pointed at the weapons on the ground, his voice trembling with a deep-seated fear: "These aren't bandits, these are Japanese! The Japanese devils have invaded?!"

"What? Japanese devils?"

"The Japanese have entered Qingxian County?"

These words were like a drop of water falling into a pot of oil, instantly causing an uproar among the more than three hundred militia members.

In that era, the word "Japanese devils" represented absolute brutality and invincible fear.

Lin Feng looked at the rioting crowd but did not stop it immediately; instead, he fell into deep thought.

This is not surprising.

At this time, although the full-scale war of resistance against Japan had not yet broken out, the country had already been infiltrated and riddled with holes.

Not to mention the Yangtze River, where the Japanese warships and gunboats could move freely without hindrance.

In Beiping and Tianjin, the faces of the Japanese were practically touching.

Even in major southern cities like Shanghai and Wuhan, the Japanese regular army could be stationed there openly because of the existence of concessions.

As for the provincial capitals and wealthy county towns of other provinces, they were filled with all sorts of Japanese spy agencies that displayed signs for "foreign firms" and "commercial companies".

Most of those so-called "ronin" were retired Japanese soldiers or local thugs who usually sold opium and gathered intelligence, and served as henchmen and vanguards in critical moments.

It's perfectly normal for Japanese soldiers and ronin to be active in Qingxian County, which isn't far from Shanghai.

Lin Feng hadn't expected them to be so arrogant as to launch a direct armed attack on the regular security regiment's base.

"Shut up, all of you."

Zhao Dashan suddenly turned around, roared at the rioting militiamen, and raised his submachine gun into the air.

The scene fell silent instantly.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhao Dashan pointed at the corpses on the ground. "What about the Japanese? They also have two shoulders and one head. Look at those lying on the ground, weren't they all mowed down by our commander and his men?"

The soldiers looked at the corpses, then at the calm-looking Lin Feng, and their fear subsided slightly, replaced by an unbelievable awe.

Our commander... can even wipe out the Japanese?

At this moment, the second company commander in charge of the interrogation ran over and saluted:

"Commander, we've captured a few people alive and done a quick interrogation."

"explain."

"Some of them were servants of the Wang family. They were terrified and spilled the beans. They said that Wang Wenbo, the eldest son of the Wang family, somehow hired these Japanese ronin to disguise themselves as bandits and wipe out our security regiment under cover of night."

After listening, Lin Feng basically understood.

"I see."

He dusted off his hands and looked towards the county town: "The Wang family is after me. They want to use the Japanese to kill someone, then shift the blame to the bandits so they can reap the benefits?"

"That's wishful thinking."

Zhao Dashan leaned closer, his face fierce: "Commander, now that we have witnesses and evidence, we have a reason to do this. This is a serious crime of treason."

"That's right."

Lin Feng nodded.

He was worried that directly targeting the Wang family would cause a backlash, since the Wang family also had connections in the province.

But now?

Colluding with the Japanese invaders and attacking the security regiment—once that charge is attached, even the Emperor himself can't save him.

This is hardly an attack; it's clearly a royal decree from Master Wang, along with a warrant for confiscating property.

"Zhao Dashan".

"arrive."

"Have the brothers strip off a few sets of ronin clothes, find a few clever, short and stocky brothers to change into, and then take up the Type 38 rifles."

Lin Feng pointed to the corpses on the ground and said in a playful tone, "Since Master Wang likes Japanese soldiers so much, let's dress up as Japanese soldiers and give him a 'surprise'."

Zhao Dashan was taken aback, then grinned: "Commander, you mean...?"

"Strike straight at the heart of the enemy."

Lin Feng straightened his collar:

"Pass down the order: the entire regiment assembles. Except for one company left behind by the main force battalion, the other three companies and all the regimental soldiers, follow me into the city."

"Tonight, let's go to the Wang family's house and have a big meal."

"Yes."

With the order given, the entire security force sprang into action.

The militiamen, who were initially somewhat bewildered, became excited after hearing that they were going to raid Wang's house and arrest traitors.

That's the Wang family, the richest family in Qing County.

We've all had our share of mistreatment from the Wang family, so now that we can finally get a piece of the action and even share in the spoils, who wouldn't be happy?

Under the cover of night, a menacing team rushed towards Qingxian County.

-----

The night was as dark as ink at the east gate of Qing County.

Two policemen guarding the city gate, Old Wang and Little Li, were huddled in the shadows of the gate opening, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

That scene was terrifying.

The eldest son of the Wang family led more than a hundred men, all fully armed, out of the city with a menacing aura.

This isn't going to do business; it's clearly going to kill someone to cover it up.

The sounds of gunfire and artillery coming from the direction of the security regiment's garrison in the distance, like popping beans, had been going on for a long time, but finally stopped.

The deathly silence was more unsettling than the sound of gunfire.

"Brother Wang..." Xiao Li's teeth chattered, his voice trembling with tears, "Shouldn't we...shouldn't we go back to the station to report this?"

Old Wang took a deep drag on his pipe, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold the lighter. Finally, he slammed the pipe to the ground: "What kind of news are you talking about? You want to die?"

He lowered his voice, his eyes darting around: "Think about it, if the Wang family makes such a big show of things and wins, they'll definitely try to silence us when they get back, since we saw things we shouldn't have seen."

"If we lose... will Commander Lin of the security force spare us, the two accomplices who let them pass?"

"Then...what should we do?"

"Run!" Old Wang gritted his teeth, ripped off his black leather police uniform, revealing a dirty undershirt underneath, and said, "Let's run before dawn, to the countryside, to somewhere else. We can't stay in Qing County any longer."

The two men exchanged a glance, carefully hid the 10 silver dollars reward inside their bodies, threw their police uniforms at the foot of the city wall, and, without even closing the gate, fled like two frightened mice along the city wall.

Thus, the eastern gate of Qing County was left wide open, like an unguarded widow, quietly awaiting the ravages of fate.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps came from the darkness.

Several figures dressed in kimonos and wooden clogs, carrying Type 38 rifles, appeared at the city gate.

"Nobody's here." The leading soldier gestured and headed towards the Wang family's house.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng rode his horse, followed by the main force of the menacing security regiment, and silently poured into Qingxian County.

That night, Qingxian was destined to be sleepless.

-----

The Wang family mansion had its vermilion gate tightly shut.

Old Zhang, the doorman, was dozing off by the door when he suddenly heard a series of noisy footsteps outside, followed by a loud banging on the door.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night," Old Zhang shouted impatiently.

"Open the door. I'm back after finishing my errands!"

Old Zhang was jolted awake, all sleepiness gone.

Looks like the matter has been successfully resolved?

He quickly unlatched the door, opened it a crack, and plastered a fawning smile on his face: "Oh, the Third Young Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, a foot slammed into the door.

"Bang."

The door burst open with a bang, and Old Zhang was sent flying backward by the impact of the door, landing face-first in the dirt.

Before he could even get up, several men dressed as ronin rushed in. Then, countless soldiers in khaki uniforms, carrying Hanyang rifles with gleaming bayonets, flooded into the Wang family compound like a tide.

"Don't move! The security force is checking water meters... no, checking for treason."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Zhao Dashan took the lead, firing a burst of MP18 submachine guns into the sky.

"Da da da da!"