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

In the military, the principle of "might makes right" naturally applies.

Even though Lin Feng was young, he had a battalion of elite soldiers who had all been promoted once, and he also had the title of brigade commander. The remaining two regimental commanders instantly lost their spirit and obediently respected Lin Feng, adopting the attitude of subordinates.

Lin Feng didn't stand on ceremony. After a brief exchange of pleasantries and reorganization, the group was assigned a departure order and began boarding the vehicle.

Lin Feng's main force of three battalions rode in the first military train, while the other three battalions, the logistics troops, and Zhang and Li's two regiments rode in the following trains.

With a long whistle, the train sped northeast along the Shanghai-Hangzhou Railway, puffing out white smoke.

Soon, the train arrived at Songjiang Prefecture, less than 70 li (approximately 35 kilometers) from downtown Shanghai.

"Besides, besides..."

The train suddenly slowed down and finally came to a stop at Songjiang Station with a screeching sound of brakes.

Lin Feng asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's going on? Are we stopping to add water or coal?"

"Reporting to the brigade commander." Zhao Dashan ran off the car to inquire, then returned to report, "The railway tracks ahead have been bombed by Japanese planes. The engineers are repairing them, but it is said that several more sections ahead are also broken, and trains cannot pass."

"Oh shit."

Lin Feng cursed, pushed open the car door, and jumped out.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, and the distant rumble of cannons could be heard.

Those were heavy artillery pieces. Considering that the Nationalist government had imported most of the heavy artillery shells before the war, Lin Feng guessed that the ones firing now were probably the Japanese naval guns.

It's either 203mm or 155mm.

He took a deep breath.

Is this what a real national war battlefield feels like?

Even though this was only on the edge of the battlefield, he could feel his heart pounding with tension.

He told himself to stay calm before waving and shouting:

"Pass on my order: everyone disembark and proceed on foot."

"The first and second battalions are responsible for guard duty, and the third battalion is responsible for transporting supplies. Dashan, take some men to the woods over there so I can get our 'big guy' out."

To avoid attracting attention, Lin Feng did not display armored vehicles and heavy artillery when he set off, but instead stored them in his system space.

Now that we're on the edge of the war zone, it's time to unsheathe our swords.

Outside the station was a dense windbreak forest, and Zhao Dashan led his guards to quickly cordon off the surrounding area.

Lin Feng walked into the woods, a thought forming in his mind.

"Buzz—"

The air seemed to distort slightly.

Immediately afterwards, 11 armored vehicles of various types, 12 mountain guns, 12 120mm heavy mortars, and the Panzer II tank that had not yet been upgraded appeared out of nowhere in the forest clearing.

The armored and artillery soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed forward and skillfully carried out the inspection and mounting.

On the other side of the train, soldiers were leading donkeys off the train to pull the weapons.

Just then—

"Buzzing—"

The roar of aircraft engines suddenly filled the sky.

"Air raid, take cover."

The friendly forces around the station and the refugees crammed inside were instantly thrown into chaos, with cries and screams erupting everywhere.

Lin Feng looked up.

Seven or eight biplanes with the Japanese flag painted on their fuselages emerged from the clouds and flew low, seemingly the Japanese Type 95 carrier-based fighter planes.

They flew extremely low. At a time when the Great Xia Air Force was almost wiped out, the Japanese planes were extremely arrogant, completely treating the Great Xia's airspace as their own backyard.

Upon seeing the trains and troops gathering on the ground, they pounced like sharks smelling blood.

"Da da da da!"

The lead plane spitting fire from its nose, bullets churned up plumes of dust on the ground, and several refugees who had no time to dodge were instantly shot down.

"Hahahaha! You Chinese pig, die!"

The Japanese pilot laughed wildly, pulled the control stick, and prepared for a second round of dive-bombing.

In his view, this was yet another easy and enjoyable hunt.

The Xia army on the ground, armed with old-fashioned rifles, posed no threat to him.

However, this time, he kicked a steel plate.

"court death."

At the edge of the woods, Lin Feng stared at the planes swooping down and firing indiscriminately, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"Attention all crews, open fire freely, shoot down those Japanese planes!"

"Yes."

Several Sd.Kfz.222 armored vehicles drove out of the woodland. Inside the armored vehicles, whose turret covers had already been removed, the gunners vigorously cranked the elevation and ellipse machines.

That 20mm machine gun has an elevation angle of up to 70 degrees, and it is itself an improvement on the anti-aircraft gun, so its trajectory is flat.

At the same time, the officers and soldiers who had hurriedly disembarked from the train began to set up M2HB and other light and heavy machine guns on the spot, turning their guns upwards.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

"Da da da da da—"

In an instant, several tongues of fire spewed from the edge of the forest, and a dense hail of 20mm bullets, like a metal storm, crashed violently into those arrogant Japanese planes.

The tracer bullets fired by Lao Gan Ma drew dazzling red lines in the air, weaving a web of death.

Before the lead Japanese pilot could react to what was happening, he saw a whip of light suddenly appear and lash out at him.

"What?! There wasn't even any anti-aircraft firepower just a few days ago?!"

He frantically tried to push the price up, but it was too late.

"boom!"

Two 20mm shells hit the root of the aircraft's wing precisely.

The fragile canvas covering and wooden structure crumbled instantly in the face of the machine gun, like paper.

Immediately afterwards, several 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets pierced the fuel tank.

The Type 95 fighter jet exploded in mid-air, turning into a huge fireball that spun and crashed to the ground, trailing black smoke.

"Baka! There's an ambush! There are anti-aircraft guns!"

The pilots of the following planes were terrified.

They never imagined that such terrifying anti-aircraft firepower was hidden in this inconspicuous little station.

The Japanese pilots frantically pulled on the control stick, trying to climb and escape.

But how could Lin Feng's troops possibly let go of this opportunity to kick a man when he's down?

"Give me a good beating!" Zhao Dashan ran over and set up an M2HB, roaring as the veins on his neck bulged and his fingers gripped the trigger tightly.

The large shell casings were thrown out like a stream, clattering as they hit the ground.

A dense hail of bullets chased after the Japanese planes and pounced on them.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A series of 12.7mm bullets pierced the cockpit.

The Japanese pilot's body was instantly shot in two, and blood splattered all over the cockpit canopy.

The out-of-control plane crashed into a distant rice paddy, kicking up a cloud of mud and water.

In just a short while, three low-flying Japanese planes were shot down and two were damaged. The remaining planes, seeing that the situation was not good, flew close to the treetops to block the line of sight of the ground anti-aircraft fire and fled in a sorry state.

"Long live! Long live!"

"It's down! The Japanese plane has been shot down."

Around the station, the initially panicked refugees and friendly troops erupted in deafening cheers as they looked at the two burning wreckages.

How many days has it been?

They were bombed by Japanese planes and could only run away with their heads in their hands, watching helplessly as their relatives and comrades were slaughtered.

Today, I finally got my revenge.

On Lin Feng's side, a system notification sounded.

[Shoot down 3 Japanese Type 95 carrier-based aircraft, Merit Points +150]

[Defeat 1 Japanese soldier, Fei Cao, and gain +15 merit points]

[Defeat 2 Japanese pilots, Merit Points +20]