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

Even though he had seen it countless times in pictures and models, Lin Feng still felt a strong visual impact when this real steel monster appeared before his eyes.

It weighs 56 tons and is nearly 3 meters tall.

The car's paint scheme is a classic dark yellow base color, covered with olive green and reddish-brown striped camouflage, exuding a menacing aura.

The wide tracks were deeply embedded in the soil, and the turret side was painted with a striking black tactical number – "231".

The most eye-catching feature is the long 88mm KwK 36 L/56 tank gun with a dual-chamber muzzle brake.

This pipe was synonymous with death during World War II.

Let alone the Japanese tanks, even if you brought over an armored train, this thing could still make a hole in it.

"Click".

The hatch opened.

Five armored soldiers, dressed in black double-breasted short jackets and wearing black soft caps, filed out in single file, their movements swift and efficient.

Instead of wearing helmets like ordinary infantrymen, they wore throat microphones and earpieces, a hallmark of elite armored troops.

The five men quickly lined up in front of the car, straddling each other, hands behind their backs, their eyes cold yet fervent.

The lead conductor, who appeared to be around thirty years old, had binoculars hanging around his neck and shouted loudly:

"stand at attention."

"Smack."

The five men stood at attention with their legs together and gave Lin Feng a standard military salute.

"Tiger 231 crew, reporting for duty."

Lin Feng looked at these people and felt incredibly pleased.

Elite.

These are clearly elite personnel.

That aura, that gaze—it's definitely the kind of elite tank crew that could single-handedly rout an Allied armored column in Bocage village.

He stepped forward and patted the Tiger tank's thick frontal armor.

In this era, 100mm thick vertical armor is an invincible wall of sighs.

"Good buddy, I really want to drive you right now and crush the Japanese devils."

Lin Feng sighed, but then shook his head.

This is a water town in southern China, with muddy ground and small ditches everywhere.

With its 56-ton weight, the Tiger would most likely get stuck in the mud or crush some poor little bridge if it were to go out.

"I'll have to make do with this for now."

Lin Feng patted the car body: "Once we get to downtown Shanghai, where there are paved cement roads, that will be your stage to show your might. At that time, I will let the Japanese devils know what it means to be the king of land warfare."

With a thought, the massive Tiger tank vanished instantly and was stored in the system space.

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Gunfire on the battlefield finally became sparse, with only a few sharp gunshots occasionally ringing out as soldiers cleaning up the battlefield finished off the still convulsing Japanese soldiers.

The dull thud of bayonets piercing flesh, followed by the agonizing cries of the Japanese soldiers, formed the final note of this victory symphony.

Lin Feng stood on a high ground, where only he could see a pale blue light screen that was rapidly refreshing.

[Ding! Urgent Mission: Battle of Qibao Town Completed]

The 800 reward points for the task were immediately credited to my account along with a system notification sound.

Current exchange points: 1258

In addition, a total of 1148 Japanese soldiers were killed in this battle, earning 2895 merit points, including 1000 points for killing a colonel.

Current merit points: 4415

Looking at the number that broke the four thousand mark, Lin Feng smiled with satisfaction, like a farmer who had just had a good harvest.

What do these four thousand merit points mean?

This means he could directly upgrade all eight Panzer II light tanks into Panzer III Ausf. L medium tanks equipped with 50mm long-barreled main guns, forming a true armored assault spearhead.

Alternatively, equip 3-4 infantry battalions with full sets of Hans equipment, and let the storm of MP40s and MG34s sweep across Shanghai.

Alternatively, we could upgrade to 40 120mm heavy mortars and let the Japanese know what it means to be tactful within range.

"A war of wealth, truly a war of wealth."

Lin Feng sighed, then composed himself; now was not the time to count the money.

"Someone go and call Zhao Dashan."

"brigadier!"

Zhao Dashan ran over, reeking of gunpowder, with a few drops of blood on his face, still excited.

"Pass down the order: clean up the battlefield quickly."

He looked up at the gloomy sky, a sense of worry creeping into his heart:

"It wasn't a large battalion that came, but a reduced regiment. They definitely had a radio. I reckon they sent out the information about this place at the last minute."

"We wiped out the main force of a regiment in Qibao Town. The Japanese command will definitely be in an uproar. Although the Japanese army and navy are always at odds and they spit at each other when they meet, we can't gamble with our brothers' lives."

"If we are slow, the Japanese carrier-based aircraft, or even the heavy guns of those cruisers on the Huangpu River, will soon plow this place up."

Zhao Dashan's expression changed, and he instantly understood the seriousness of the situation: "Yes, I'll go and urge them right away. Anyone who dares to dawdle will get a kick in the ass."

"etc."

Lin Feng called out to Zhao Dashan, who was about to run away: "There's one more thing. Send our wounded directly to the field hospital at the ancient temple, and while you're at it, bring over the director of that field hospital... I think his surname is Zhang?

"Tell him we're leaving, and ask him if he'd like to bring the doctors and nurses with him."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes; he was extremely envious of these medical personnel.

"If he hesitates, tell him we have plenty of sulfonamides, morphine, and the best surgical instruments. If he comes with us, we can save more lives. Staying here and waiting for the Japanese bombers will just mean dying with them."

Zhao Dashan grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth: "Understood, tie him up too."

"Get lost." Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "This kind of thing requires an invitation!"

Zhao Dashan chuckled and ran off.

At this moment, Zhao Yushu ran over as if presenting a treasure, holding a dirty flag with a burnt corner in his hand.

"My brigade commander, look, isn't this the Japanese army's flag? It's quite luxurious."

Zhao Yushu wiped the gold nugget on his left hand with his sleeve, his eyes shining:

"The flagpole top is made of cast gold and carved, it's very heavy, weighing at least a pound."

Lin Feng took the tattered regimental flag, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This is the Japanese devils' lifeline.

With this thing, plus those more than a thousand corpses, this would be an incredible achievement.

Once we got to Shanghai, we just slapped this thing in front of Commander Zhu of the Army Group, and all sorts of things like organizational structure, rank, and huge bonuses came rolling in.

Just then, a radio call suddenly came from the Sd.Kfz.223 command armored vehicle next to me.

Lin Feng tossed the regimental flag to Zhao Yushu, climbed into the armored vehicle, and put on his headset.

"This is Eagle. What's going on? Please tell us."

The slightly distorted voice of the reconnaissance platoon leader came through the earpiece: "This is Dongyao. People are coming from the south, several hundred of them, carrying a banner... they look like friendly forces."