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

Those who frequently engage in World War II scenarios in video games know that the Japanese soldiers valued the regimental flag personally bestowed by the Emperor more than their own fathers.

They believed that it was the soul of the regiment, the so-called place where the god of war resided.

Once a regiment faces the desperate situation of annihilation, the first priority is not to break out, but to "burn" the regimental flag. The regimental flag must not fall into enemy hands, otherwise the name of the entire regiment will be revoked, which is a disgrace worse than death.

The 149th Regiment now seems to be facing this situation. After days of bloody fighting, the main force of the regiment is reduced to only reinforced battalion-level troops. With the series of artillery bombardments and general offensives this morning, the remaining troops are also at risk of being completely annihilated.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the flag-bearing squad of the 149th Regiment, under the roar of a second lieutenant, huddled together as if they had lost their parents.

"Quickly, burn it! We cannot allow the imperial banner to be dishonored!"

The flag bearer, his face covered in blood and his hands trembling, first used a stone to smash the gilded chrysanthemum emblem symbolizing royalty at the top of the flagpole, attempting to shatter and deform it.

The soldiers nearby frantically found a tin bucket and somehow managed to get some gasoline.

The regimental flag with purple tassels along its edge was roughly shoved into the metal bucket.

"Ignite it! Ignite it quickly!"

The lieutenant struck a match and, with trembling hands, threw it into the iron bucket.

Burn it! Burn it quickly!

The flag-bearing lieutenant muttered to himself.

In the distance, the commander of an Sd.Kfz.234/2 "Cougar" armored vehicle keenly captured this scene through his sights.

Although he didn't know what those Japanese soldiers were doing together, making it seem like a shoe cult ceremony, he figured that if the Japanese wanted to do something, he should just sabotage it.

"Load high-explosive shells, 11 o'clock position, 220 units away, fire!"

"boom!"

A ball of flame shot out from the muzzle of a 50mm long-barreled cannon.

The high-explosive shell whistled through the air and exploded precisely in the middle of the flag-bearing squad.

The lieutenant, along with several flag bearers around him, was instantly thrown into the air.

The iron barrel containing the regimental flag was sent flying into the air by the massive shockwave, tumbling through the air. The regimental flag, which hadn't even finished burning, floated lightly out of the barrel and landed in a muddy pool of blood.

"Charge!"

At that moment, a group of officers and soldiers from the Third Battalion rushed up to them.

The squad leader, with his sharp eyes, spotted the burning object on the ground immediately, especially the exquisite gilded tassels around the edge of the flag, which glittered in the firelight.

"Holy crap, what's that? Woven with gold thread?"

The class monitor's eyes lit up; this thing looked valuable.

But at this moment, a corner of the flag, which had been stained with gasoline, was already ablaze with flames.

"Don't burn it, that's my spoils of war."

The squad leader was heartbroken and rushed over with a roar.

Immediately afterwards, several pairs of large feet, encased in thick military boots, stomped on it with a loud thud.

"Stomp it out, stomp it out quickly."

"Pah, pah!"

Several soldiers stomped their feet, spat on the ground, and some even grabbed wet mud and sand and threw it at the soldiers.

The regimental flag, which the Japanese soldiers regarded as a deity and dared not even touch, was now being rubbed wildly under their feet like a tattered rag.

If Tsuda Tatsuhiko wasn't completely dead yet, seeing this scene would probably make him so angry he'd die again.

The fire was quickly extinguished by stepping on it.

The squad leader grabbed the dirty, crumpled flag, covered in shoe prints and mud, shook it, and looked both disgusted and excited:

"Hey, this material is nice, it feels like silk. The brigade commander will definitely like this trophy."

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

[Kill 1 Japanese Army Colonel, Merit Points +1000]

[Kill 3 Japanese Army Privates, Merit Points +3]

……

"Art, this is art."

Lin Feng, watching from afar through his binoculars, saw the surrounded Japanese soldiers being gradually annihilated by artillery fire, and couldn't help but sigh as he listened to the constantly updating kill notifications.

That's the power of firepower.

What Bushido spirit? What Gyokusai-kyuu?

Before an overwhelming tide of steel and firepower, they are all nothing but trash.

"Pass down the order: take no prisoners, and finish this quickly!"

Lin Feng coldly issued the final order.

The best fate for these invaders is to become fertilizer, nourishing the land they have ravaged.

Sudden.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! Your troops have captured a significant trophy: the regimental flag. Reward: Tiger I Heavy Tank VI (Type 64) E x1]

[Please redeem the reward within one hour; otherwise, it will be revoked.]

"???"

"Holy crap?"

Holy crap!

Lin Feng stood behind a secluded earthen slope, staring at the line of glittering gold text on the system panel, completely frozen in place.

He was genuinely shocked.

Is my luck just from stepping in dog poop or having my ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke?

Are regimental flags something that can be captured so easily?

Lin Feng knew all too well the value of this item. In the Japanese army system, the regimental flag was personally bestowed by the Emperor and was the soul of the regiment.

In his memory, the Japanese only lost a few regimental flags during the entire Second World War, and most of them were lost at the end of the war, when they suffered a major defeat and were completely wiped out.

In the Battle of Khalkhin Gol in 39, the Japanese 23rd Division was utterly crushed by the Soviet Union's steel torrent. The 71st and 72nd Regiments were completely annihilated. Before committing seppuku, the two regimental commanders did not forget to order the burning of their regimental flags.

There was also the Battle of Songshan 44 years ago, where the expeditionary force paid a terrible price, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, before finally reaching the main peak.

And what happened? At the last moment, the Japanese 113th Regiment sawed off the flagpole of its regimental flag, smashed it along with the gilded chrysanthemum emblem, and threw it into the raging Nu River, becoming a regret in the hearts of countless soldiers of the Expeditionary Force at that time.

"That's a living, breathing regimental flag..."

Lin Feng wished he could rush to the battlefield right now and see for himself what this legendary thing looked like, and whether it really looked like a rag.

Moreover, the system displayed a rather large amount of information.

"Killed an army colonel...captured the regimental flag..."

Lin Feng stroked his chin, his eyes turning strange:

"So what came wasn't a battalion at all, but a decimated regimental main force? And that colonel who was killed was the regimental commander?"

By sheer chance, they managed to kill a big fish.

However, what made Lin Feng's heart race the most was the reward.

The VI heavy tank, Tiger E type.

The King of Land Warfare in World War II.

"A Tiger tank for capturing a flag?"

Lin Feng's thoughts instantly wandered, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly, almost drooling:

"The Japanese formed approximately 440 infantry regiments during World War II... If I wiped them all out, wouldn't that be enough to buy 440 Tiger tanks?"

An armored formation of 440 Tiger tanks swept across the land of Daxia in 37...

The scene was so beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

"Cough cough, dream on! Calm down, calm down."

Lin Feng patted his cheeks, forcibly pulling his thoughts back to reality.

Although 440 vehicles is a bit far-fetched, the one in front of you is the real deal.

He looked around. He was on the edge of a forest outside the town, surrounded by absolutely loyal system soldiers, so there were no issues with security or confidentiality.

"System, redeem now."

[Redeem successful]

A colossal vehicle appeared out of nowhere in front of Lin Feng.