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

Faced with Commander Zhu's question, the chief of staff flipped through his notebook and cautiously said:

"Reporting to the Commander, according to the schedule, they should have arrived in Songjiang five days ago. However, we haven't been able to contact them. It's possible... they were delayed on the way, or..."

"Or what? Or maybe you're afraid of dying and deserted?!"

Commander Zhu sneered, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes:

"These local ragtag troops are good at drawing salaries without working and exploiting soldiers, but when the country is in crisis, they all run away faster than rabbits, showing no discipline whatsoever on the battlefield."

"When they arrive, tie up that brigade commander and I will personally execute him to uphold military law."

Just then, bad news came flying in like snowflakes.

"Report, Commander Sun of the 88th Division has called. The defense line at Zhabei is under pressure. The Japanese have reinforced their troops. Requesting reinforcements. Requesting reinforcements."

"Report: The 36th Division has suffered more than half its casualties, and its reserves have been exhausted."

Commander Zhu slammed the broken pencil to the ground and cursed.

"Support? What am I supposed to provide support with? My entire guard battalion?!"

He turned around and roared at the chief of staff:

"Gather up all those scattered security regiments, police brigades, and remnants of tax police regiments. Regardless of their organizational structure, immediately reinforce the 87th and 88th Divisions. As long as they can pull the trigger, send them to the front lines."

"Also, send men on horseback to find the Third Security Brigade of Zhejiang Province. Once they are found, disperse them and replenish the main force."

"Yes," the chief of staff replied with a pained expression.

Just then, a staff officer stumbled in, his face displaying an incredibly dramatic expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Commander, Commander, we have news!"

"What's the panic? The sky's not going to fall." Commander Zhu glared at him. "Has the Japanese launched another attack on the North Station?"

"No...no..."

The communications officer swallowed hard.

"Lin Feng, the brigade commander of the Third Security Brigade of Zhejiang Province, has arrived and is standing at the entrance of the headquarters."

He said that the troops had reached the southern suburbs and encountered a Japanese flanking force en route in Qibao Town. After two days of fierce fighting, they annihilated the remaining main force of the Japanese 149th Infantry Regiment, killing over 1,100 men, including the regimental commander, Colonel Tsuda Tatsuhiko. He then requested to return to his unit.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The only sound in the entire headquarters was the ticking of the telegraph machine.

Commander Zhu's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes wide open, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

"What did you say?"

Commander Zhu picked at his ear, wondering if he had misheard: "Complete annihilation? An entire regiment? More than 1,100 men?"

"Yes...that's what he said."

"fart."

Commander Zhu sprayed spittle all over the staff officer's face:

"Who does Lin Feng think he is? The reincarnation of the God of War?"

A local security brigade, a beggar's unit that couldn't even be fully equipped with Hanyang rifles, could annihilate an entire Japanese regiment?

Our elite 88th Division fought the Japanese to the death in Zhabei for two months, but we didn't dare to say that we had completely annihilated a single Japanese regiment.

He's giving false information, trying to claim credit, and treating us like fools.

The surrounding staff officers echoed this sentiment:

"Yeah, that's outrageous."

"They probably ran into a small group of Japanese scouts, killed a few people, and then dared to boast that they were a regiment."

"This practice of exaggerating military achievements must be severely punished."

Commander Zhu's chest heaved with anger: "Let him in. I want to see how many heads this guy, who dares to boast so much, has."

"If it's fake, I'll smash his sand pot (shoot him)!"

Lin Feng strode into the operations room.

He was dressed in military uniform, and although he was covered in dust, his spirit and energy, which were ahead of their time, were truly extraordinary and made people afraid to look directly at him.

Behind him followed Zhao Dashan and Zhao Yushu, both carrying heavy packages.

Lin Feng saluted: "Lin Feng, commander of the Third Security Brigade of Zhejiang Province, greets Commander Zhu."

Commander Zhu looked at him coldly, offering no return gift, but instead coldly posted a message:

"Lin Feng, how dare you! Falsely reporting military intelligence is punishable by death, do you know that?"

"A false report of military intelligence?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant: "Commander, what makes you say that?"

"Still trying to argue?" Commander Zhu slammed his hand on the table. "You say you annihilated an entire Japanese regiment? Where's the evidence?"

Don't tell me you buried all the Japanese soldiers' bodies.

"With your few lousy guns and a few thousand militiamen, what do you think you can do against the elite Japanese regiments? Trying to fight them with your mouth?"

Lin Feng remained silent.

He simply turned to the side and waved to Zhao Dashan behind him.

"Splash!"

Zhao Dashan stepped forward, untied the package in his hand, and poured it directly onto the huge battle map.

"Clang, clang."

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out.

There were more than a dozen military knives, and a colonel's command sword with elaborate decorations.

In addition, there was a pile of Japanese military officer identification cards and shoulder insignia stained with blood.

"this……"

Commander Zhu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The scene was spectacular, with a huge table covered in spoils.

As a veteran soldier, he could tell at a glance that these items were genuine, and the bloodstains on them hadn't dried completely.

But this is not enough.

"The photos," Lin Feng said calmly.

Zhao Yushu immediately handed over a stack of photos.

That was a photo Lin Feng took after redeeming the camera from the system.

The photo shows piles of Japanese soldiers' corpses on the riverbank outside Qibao Town.

There were also the several Japanese trucks that had been blown up, and the Type 92 infantry gun that had been captured.

Commander Zhu flipped through the papers one by one, his hands beginning to tremble slightly.

The staff officers around them also gathered around, and gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

"My God...is this really true?"

"How many people are there? Hundreds? Thousands?"

"Look at these Japanese soldiers' corpses, were they blown up by heavy artillery? And also riddled with bullets from large-caliber machine guns?"

Facts speak louder than words.

These photos are like resounding slaps to the faces of those who had just raised doubts.

But it's not over yet.

Lin Feng looked at Commander Zhu, who was already somewhat dazed, and a smile appeared on his lips as he unleashed his final trump card.

"Yushu, show that to the commander."

"Yes."

Zhao Yushu walked forward with a proud expression, solemnly placed the long, rectangular package he had been holding in his arms on the table, and then slowly unfolded it.

A dirty flag, with charred edges and covered in mud and footprints, was displayed before the crowd.

Although it was old and worn, the golden chrysanthemum emblem, symbolizing the Japanese imperial family, shone brightly under the lights, stinging everyone's eyes.

"The... the regimental flag?!"

Commander Zhu cried out in disbelief, his voice trembling.

He lunged forward, his hands trembling as he stroked the chrysanthemum emblem, then looked at the unique purple tassels on the flag.

"It really is the regimental flag...it really is..."

The entire operations room erupted in chaos.

Everyone knows what this means.

Since the First Sino-Japanese War, for decades, the Great Xia army has fought countless battles against the Japanese, but has never captured a complete regimental flag.

This is unprecedented.

This was a great victory worthy of being recorded in history.

Commander Zhu suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Lin Feng. The previous contempt and anger were gone from his eyes, replaced by a fanatical gaze at a rare treasure.

"Brigade Commander Lin."

He went around the table, grabbed Lin Feng's hand, and shook it forcefully:

"How...how did you do that? How many people are in your security brigade? What kind of equipment do they have?"

His mind is a complete mess right now.

How could a security brigade possibly defeat over a thousand Japanese soldiers?

That doesn't make sense.

Could this kid possibly conjure soldiers from beans?

Lin Feng smiled and said, half-jokingly:

"Commander, my family used to be in business and had some savings. But with the nation in crisis, I emptied my savings and used special channels to get a batch of equipment from the Hans country."

"We had armored vehicles, artillery, and all sorts of things. Plus, our men were willing to fight to the death, and the Japanese underestimated us, which is how we managed to succeed by sheer luck."

"Hans equipment? Armored vehicles? Artillery?"

Commander Zhu's eyes lit up even more.

He didn't care where Lin Feng's money came from, nor did he care whether the equipment was up to standard.

All he knew was that he now had an ace up his sleeve.

A trump card that can fight tough battles and overcome difficulties.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Commander Zhu said "good" three times in a row, pacing back and forth in the room with excitement.

"Brigade Commander Lin, you have performed an extraordinary service. I will personally send someone to Nanjing to deliver this regimental flag. If the higher-ups see it, they will be so happy they won't be able to sleep."

He stopped, looked at the map, and frowned again.

With such a strong force, he naturally stopped mentioning the execution of Lin Feng or the dismantling of the division to fill German-equipped positions.

But with the war so intense now, where should this trump card be used?

Commander Zhu pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped a point on the map:

"Shanghai North Railway Station".

"Brigade Commander Lin, your troops have just arrived and have just experienced a major battle. They must be exhausted. Please rest in the city for two days first."

However, you need to be prepared. The 87th Division is about to collapse at the North Railway Station in Shanghai. The Japanese 3rd and 16th Divisions are launching a fierce attack there, but the evacuation of factories and civilians in Shanghai still requires the North Railway Station.

"I need you, this fresh force, to step up from here."

Lin Feng stood at attention. He knew that the North Station was now the last lifeline for the people of Shanghai.

"Please rest assured, Commander, the Third Security Brigade is ready to be deployed at any time."

"it is good."

Commander Zhu patted Lin Feng heavily on the shoulder:

"Go ahead and rest. If you need any supplies, just tell logistics. Say it was approved by me. Anyone who dares to withhold your supplies, I'll kill them."

Watching Lin Feng's departing figure, Commander Zhu let out a long sigh of relief, and a long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.

"There's always a way out... I never thought that a golden phoenix would actually fly out from this ragtag army."