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

"call……"

Lin Feng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"You're thinking too far ahead, too far ahead."

With only a few tens of thousands of dollars in hand, what are you even thinking about with a Tiger tank battalion?

For the next month or two, it's best to focus on suppressing bandits and developing your resources.

Zhejiang Province is mountainous with rugged roads, so mortars and donkey-drawn carts were the most practical mainstays.

As for motorcycles and armored vehicles, buying only a few to serve as rapid reaction forces or core firepower is sufficient.

Just as we were preparing to test the waters with a few new work teams, a report suddenly came from outside the door:

"Commander, people from the county government have arrived."

A soldier ran in and handed over a note: "This was sent by County Magistrate Chen. He said he wants you to come to the county office to discuss some important matters."

Lin Feng took the post, glanced at it, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Important matters to discuss? It seems our County Magistrate Chen has finally had enough."

The Wang family's property was raided last night, and the county magistrate invited people today. The implications of this are self-evident.

Is this about dividing the cake? Or is there something else going on?

Tell the messenger that I will be there shortly.

Lin Feng threw the invitation on the table and stood up.

He's not stupid.

These days, you not only have to wear a helmet to attend meetings, but you also have to lead troops.

How many times in history has the Feast at Hongmen been held?

"Someone come here!"

Soon, the three basic ROC Army infantry squads who had been protecting him closely assembled outside the command post.

With a thought, Lin Feng locked onto them.

[Consumes 8 merit points to upgrade to an elite National Army infantry squad]

[Consumes 8 merit points to upgrade to an elite National Army infantry squad]

……

With a barely perceptible flash of light, the thirty-six soldiers standing outside the command post were instantly transformed.

The Hanyang rifle that used to be carried on the shoulder is gone, replaced by a brand-new Zhongzheng rifle with a deep blued barrel and a shiny wooden stock.

The firepower configuration within the squad has also changed.

Originally, each squad only had one Czech light machine gun, but now it has become two.

Three squads meant six machine guns; that firepower density was absolutely insane.

The soldiers' attire also changed.

The once floppy cloth military cap has been transformed into a German-style M35 steel helmet, reflecting a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Each rifleman had four wooden-handled grenades tucked into his waistband, an extra cylindrical gas mask box on his back, a bulging ammunition belt on his chest, and an extra satchel for miscellaneous items.

Lin Feng stepped forward and casually opened a soldier's satchel to take a look.

Good guy.

Canned luncheon meat, compressed biscuits, a compass, a first-aid triangular bandage, and even a small pack of cigarettes and matches.

With this level of equipment, let alone the security regiment, even the Central Army would be stunned and might suspect that these were their own people scattered elsewhere.

As for the Hanyang rifles that were replaced, the system didn't heartlessly recycle them directly; instead, it stored them directly in the user's personal system space.

"Excellent, perfect for equipping those newly recruited militia members."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he looked at Zhao Dashan, who had been following him.

"Dashan, you should level up too."

[Consumes 10 merit points to upgrade to an elite National Army combat engineer squad]

A flash of light.

The weapons that Zhao Dashan and his seven men used had also changed.

Four MP18 "flower machine guns" and four Mauser M1932 pistols, also known as 20-shot box guns.

Eight people, fully automatic firepower.

In close-quarters combat, the firepower of these eight men is enough to riddle any enemy who dares to approach with bullets.

Lin Feng took a brand-new M35 steel helmet from the orderly, put it on, fastened the chin strap, and straightened his uniform collar.

"Bring my horse."

He mounted his horse and looked at the elite guard behind him, armed to the teeth, and felt a surge of pride.

"Let's go to the county government office and meet our County Magistrate Chen."

-----

At the entrance of the Qingxian County Government Office, Police Chief Liu Datou stood on the steps with his hands on his hips, holding a walking stick in his hand. His fleshy face trembled with his movements.

Behind him stood a dense crowd of nearly a hundred people.

This is all the assets of the Qingxian Police Bureau.

There were about twenty men in black leather police uniforms standing in the front row, holding Hanyang rifles, some even carrying old-fashioned rifles left over from the Qing Dynasty, their bolts rusted red.

The seventy or eighty people behind them were even more shabby. Most of them were patrol officers and auxiliary police officers, carrying batons, iron rulers, and some even carrying jujube wood sticks. They all wore their hats askew and had their shirts open, looking like they had just come out of a bathhouse.

But no matter what, the sheer number of nearly a hundred people standing there still gave them an imposing presence.

Liu Datou wiped the oily sweat from his forehead and secretly vowed revenge.

"Damn it, Lin Feng is just a playboy in the county who walks birds, fights cocks, and plays around with women. He bought a regimental commander position because his family has some money. He still has to call me Uncle Liu when he sees me."

"They actually dared to cause such a commotion last night, raiding the Wang family's place? They've really gone too far!"

Liu Datou felt incredibly bitter.

How big of a piece of fat meat is the Wang family? Normally, he has to watch Wang Fuhai's face if he wants to squeeze out a little bit of profit, but Lin Feng took it all.

Damn, how many dollars would that cost?

There's still wailing and lamenting at the Wang residence right now.

We must teach him a lesson today.

Liu Datou gritted his teeth and thought: The county magistrate is watching from upstairs. I have to show off my power. When it comes time to divide the spoils... no, when it comes time to recover the stolen money, I'll get a piece of the pie too.

Liu Datou didn't have the guts to rob Wang, but he had plenty of guts to take a share of Lin Feng's profits.

Little did he know that the former playboy Lin Feng had long since changed his ways.

Just then, a series of rapid and muffled hoofbeats came from the far end of the street.

"Here you are, all of you stand up straight and be more alert."

Liu Datou roared and puffed out his beer belly, which looked like he was ten months pregnant.

The police officers responded sparsely and managed to form a few lines.

Amidst the rising dust, a tall horse led the way, and on its rider, dressed in a crisp military uniform with a Mauser pistol at his waist, was none other than Lin Feng.

Liu Datou was about to put on a cold, businesslike face and prepare to reprimand the security team with some polite words like "the security team is not allowed to trespass on the county government office."

But when his gaze passed over Lin Feng and fell upon the group of guards following behind, the words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, and he almost choked to death.

"Holy...holy shit?"

Liu Datou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Behind Lin Feng were more than thirty fully armed soldiers.

The uniform German M35 steel helmets reflected a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, their unique design exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Their uniforms were brand new and crisp, their bullet belts were bulging, and their waists were full of grenades and miscellaneous items.

The most dangerous thing is the weapon in my hand.

Each squad has two Czech-made light machine guns with shiny black barrels and magazines that are securely inserted.

The riflemen were all wearing Type 4 rifles, their bayonets already loaded and gleaming coldly.

At the very front of the column, Zhao Dashan led seven or eight soldiers, each carrying an MP18 "Flower Machine Gun" submachine gun and a 20-shot pistol.

What kind of security team is this?

Is that the Central Army?!

Back then, even the Sun Yat-sen's pistol guards had this much equipment and this much presence.

Liu Datou looked at his "beggar troops" carrying fire pokers and jujube wood sticks, and then at the other side's heavily armed guards.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

Is this supposed to be a show of force?

This is clearly like sticking your face out and letting someone hit you with a shoe sole!

Lin Feng reined in his horse, looked down at Liu Datou, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, Director Liu, what a big commotion! Are you catching a thief, or are you arresting me?"

Liu Datou shuddered, a smile more like a grimace forced onto his chubby face. He quickly hid his walking stick behind his back and bowed and scraped as he approached.

"Oh, Commander Lin, what are you saying? I heard you were coming, so I specially led the brothers to line up and welcome you. Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!"

As he spoke, he winked at the police officers behind him: "What are you all standing there for? Salute Commander Lin!"

The police officers were already terrified by the machine guns and the fancy traps. When they heard the chief speak, they hurriedly raised their hands to salute, some even raising their hands backwards, looking as ridiculous as a group of monkeys.

Lin Feng snorted coldly, ignoring these opportunists, dismounted, threw the reins to the guards behind him, and strode towards the county government gate.

Zhao Dashan followed closely behind with his guards, their Czech-made and frigate guns intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over the police on both sides.

The police officers were so frightened that they all stepped back, making way for a wide avenue.

……

On the balcony of the office on the second floor of the county government building.

County Magistrate Chen could see the scene downstairs clearly through the gap in the curtains.

His hand, which had been holding the teacup, was now trembling slightly. He didn't even notice that a few drops of tea had spilled and burned the back of his hand.

"Where...where did Lin Feng get all this good equipment?"

County Chief Chen was also in turmoil.

His original plan was to have Liu Datou set up a show of force at the entrance to dampen Lin Feng's arrogance and let him know that he, the county magistrate, was still in charge of Qing County.

Then he sat upright in his office, waiting for Lin Feng to come and pay his respects. He then used both kindness and force to settle the matter with the Wang family.

But now it seems that the plan has completely fallen through.

If Lin Feng's men were to really fight, they could demolish his county government office in five minutes.

"No, we can't keep up this act."

County Magistrate Chen is a smart man, and also someone who can be flexible and adaptable.

He immediately put down his teacup, straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, put on his signature refined smile, and strode downstairs.

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she ran into Lin Feng, who was walking up.

"Oh my, Commander Lin, what a rare guest, what a rare guest indeed."

County Chief Chen stretched out his hands from a distance, his enthusiasm as if he were seeing a long-lost brother.