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

It's early February.

The autumn wind is bleak, and fallen leaves are flying everywhere.

At the security regiment's camp, Lin Feng was inspecting the new recruits' training when a dusty car rushed into the camp gate.

The car door opened, and a staff officer in a colonel's uniform jumped out, holding an urgent document in his hand.

"Commander Lin, this is the latest order from the Provincial Security Command."

Lin Feng took the telegram, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

coming.

finally come.

The telegram was brief, yet it conveyed a sense of urgent, pressing need:

"Lin Feng, the former commander of the Qingxian Security Regiment, is hereby appointed as the Colonel Brigade Commander of the Third Anti-Japanese Security Brigade of Zhejiang Province. The security regiments of Qingxian, Ningxian, and Haixian shall be reorganized immediately."

They were given five days to arrive at the provincial capital and immediately reinforce the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield.

"Under the command of Zhu Shaoliang's Ninth Army Group, you must arrive at the central defense line of Shanghai by October 18th to cooperate with friendly forces in holding Zhabei."

Lin Feng closed the telegram and let out a long breath.

Ninth Army Group.

It initially comprised three elite divisions: the 36th, 87th, and 88th Divisions, which were reorganized from the original Nationalist government guard army and were entirely trained by Hans, an advisor.

The 88th Division was the unit of the 800 warriors who later participated in the defense of Sihang Warehouse.

And he was going to Zhabei.

Having been familiar with the history of the War of Resistance against Japan, he knew all too well what this meant.

At this time, the elite troops of the National Revolutionary Army had been exhausted on the Shanghai battlefield, while the Japanese were frantically reinforcing their forces.

Zhabei was one of the core areas of the entire Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield, and the famous Sihang Warehouse was located there.

Sending him to guard Zhabei is like throwing his "ragtag army" into the very center of a meat grinder!

However, Lin Feng was not afraid.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long.

"Dashan!" Lin Feng turned around abruptly and shouted sharply.

"arrive."

"Sound the assembly call, the whole regiment assemble, prepare for battle, I'm about to give a speech."

"Yes."

That evening, the command post was brightly lit.

Lin Feng, Lin Peiji, and Wang Suanpan are conducting a final inventory of their assets.

"Young master, we've made a fortune these past two months."

Lin Peiji held the account book in his hand, a hint of pride on his face:

"Through my channels, I sold the sulfonamides and first-aid kits you gave me in batches to the black market in the provincial capital, and some to the logistics units of the Central Army passing by."

Lin Feng nodded. These medicines were mainly obtained by him from the system. With Lin Peiji, a local resident, he was finally able to sell them at a price that was 5 or 6 times higher.

Lin Peiji continued:

"In addition, those captured broken guns with worn-out rifling and old bullets that were not even sure if they could fire also sold for a good price."

The situation at the front is critical; anyone who can make a sound is in demand.

"We made a net profit of 80,000 silver dollars from this."

In reality, selling captured guns and bullets is only a small part of the profits; the real bulk comes from drugs like sulfonamides.

1.5 silver dollars can be deposited into the system and exchanged for medicine at exchange points. It can then be resold for gold, foreign exchange, or cash worth 7 to 8 silver dollars.

With solid goods in hand, Lin Peiji wouldn't even accept legal tender.

Of course, during the transactions, there were times when he encountered people who dared to double-cross him, and in the end, those reckless fools ended up with Lin Feng, gun and all.

"In addition..." Wang Suanpan continued, fiddling with the abacus beads, "In the past two months, we have swept through the surrounding bandit strongholds, covering nearly ten villages of varying sizes. The gold, silver, valuables, and silver dollars we have looted amount to a total of seventy thousand yuan."

"Adding to the previous workload, and excluding the recruitment, barracks construction, food, drink, and other necessities of the past two months..."

Wang Suanpan took a deep breath and announced a number:

"Currently, we have 169,000 silver dollars available for use, in addition to 10,000 taels of silver and 1,000 taels of gold."

Lin Feng nodded, feeling much more at ease.

When the cannons roar, gold pours in; even with a system, he couldn't escape the allure.

This money became his capital for participating in the War of Resistance against Japan and fighting the Japanese invaders.

As for merit points...

I've been grinding "wild monsters" like crazy for the past two months. Although each bandit drops little, the sheer quantity makes it plentiful and satisfying.

On the system panel, the merit points section has changed to:

Current merit points: 2680

Current permission level: Level II (2793/4000)

Although he was still a ways off from the 4000 points required for Level III authority, this amount of merit was enough for him to give his existing troops a complete overhaul.

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After seeing off his two capable assistants, Lin Peiji and Wang Suanpan, Lin Feng sat alone at his desk, looking at the empty room in front of him. The mountain of silver dollars and gold bars that had just been piled up had all been stored in his system space.

"call……"

He let out a long breath and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Money emboldens heroes, and equipment empowers cowards.

I'm about to go to that meat grinder known as the "Verdun of the East," and I'm really nervous without some serious stuff in hand.

"System, recharge."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Feng transferred the 100,000 silver dollars he had just tallied into his system account.

[Recharge successful.]

Current exchange points: 2634

Looking at the reassuring four-digit number on the system panel, Lin Feng finally smiled.

Is this the joy of paying players?

But he quickly suppressed his smile, got up, pushed open the door, and strode towards the newly built garage on the edge of the camp, accompanied by several guards.

Moonlight spilled onto the gravel-paved camp roads, making a soft rustling sound as footsteps approached.

As Lin Feng walked, he looked up at the cold, round moon, but his thoughts had already flown to Shanghai, hundreds of kilometers away.

The transfer order gave a very tight timeframe; we had to arrive at the provincial capital within five days to meet up and then set off.

This meant he had no time to train the other two security regiments that were about to be incorporated into his command.

To be honest, based on the original owner of this body and the original Qingxian Security Regiment as references, Lin Feng didn't believe a word about the combat capabilities of those two units.

They were most likely a group of seasoned soldiers carrying old-fashioned rifles and dual pistols (rifle + opium pipe), or farmers who had just put down their hoes.

Are you expecting them to go head-to-head with the heavily armed Japanese Class A divisions?

That's a dream.

Later war history records coldly state that on the Shanghai battlefield, even the most elite German-equipped divisions of the National Revolutionary Army, with the support of fortifications, could only achieve a casualty ratio of 3 to 1 to 5 to 1 against the Japanese.

As for the security force, a motley crew of misfits, they might end up with a brutal exchange ratio of 10 to 1 or even 20 to 1.

To put it bluntly, in the chessboard of those big shots, they were just cannon fodder used to delay the Japanese advance and deplete the Japanese ammunition.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

Lin Feng clenched his fist, his eyes resolute:

"Now that I'm here, I'm not going to be cannon fodder. I'm going to turn every penny and every bit of merit into real fighting power and build this security regiment into a steel plate that can crush the teeth of the Japanese devils."