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

With Commander Zhu's golden words, it's said that if you need any supplies, just tell the logistics department and you can get the supplies smoothly.

Lin Feng knew perfectly well: That was definitely impossible.

Otherwise, the White Party wouldn't be the White Party.

If these people had truly internalized the principles of strict discipline and integrity, they wouldn't have ended up being banished to that island to play "Boom Beach."

The guards at headquarters politely escorted the group out of the command room.

Lin Feng's feat of capturing a regimental flag seemed to have already spread throughout the headquarters. The staff officers and adjutants coming and going in the corridor looked at Lin Feng with unusual eyes, some admiring, some jealous, and more so with the fervor of looking at a walking idol.

As soon as I reached the door, a middle-aged man with squinting eyes and a big smile came to greet me.

"Brother Lin, it's an honor to meet you."

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person was wearing a bright and clean woolen military uniform, with shiny riding boots on his feet, and a gold bead on his collar insignia glittering in the dim light of the corridor.

He was actually a major general.

Lin Feng, Zhao Yushu, and the others immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Greetings, sir."

"Oh, no need for such formalities, no need for such formalities."

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand, introducing himself:

"My surname is Wang, Wang Tianlu, and I am currently the Quartermaster of the Ninth Army Group. Brother Lin is a hero who captured the Japanese regimental flag, which brings honor to our Party and the country. You don't need to be so polite with me, just call me Brother Wang."

Wang Tianlu?

Lin Feng was secretly pleased. What a great name! Tianlu, Tianlu, it means someone born to manage salaries and wages; he looks like a master at managing money and provisions.

Commander Zhu was just talking about logistics, and here comes this very thing.

"Director Wang, you're too kind," Lin Feng replied politely.

Wang Tianlu, however, was very outgoing. He immediately grabbed Lin Feng's hand and led him to a quiet corner inside the headquarters. After looking around, he lowered his voice and said:

"Brother, I heard you wiped out over a thousand Japanese soldiers in Qibao Town? That's an incredible achievement! And the spoils... must have been quite substantial, right?"

He narrowed his eyes, a shrewd businessman's glint in them: "Interested... in doing some business?"

Lin Feng: "???"

I'm coming.

The White Party's traditional skill is to do business anytime, anywhere... no, I mean, to do business anytime, anywhere.

Lin Feng knew that the White Party's specialty in this area was historically well-known and highly contagious.

Not only were Steinway pianos, wine, stockings, and cosmetics crammed into transport planes on the Hump route, but even the White Eagle Aid Air Force, also known as the famous Flying Tigers under Chennault, was dragged into it.

He was having a blast using airplanes to smuggle goods for business, driving up in Spontic and Cadillac sedans, and even attracting agents from the White Eagle Army's Military Investigation Service.

This Director Wang is clearly a master in this field.

Lin Feng was thinking about the mountain of captured military supplies and outdated weapons and equipment piled up in his system space, and he was worried about where to dispose of them... cough cough, how to deal with them.

This is like a pillow sent to someone who's sleepy.

"Since Brother Wang puts it that way, then I won't hold back anymore."

Lin Feng smiled knowingly: "I do have some things on hand, and I'm looking for a way to exchange them for something useful."

"Haha, I knew you were a straightforward guy."

Wang Tianlu laughed and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder: "Come on, let's find somewhere else to talk in detail. It's too crowded and inconvenient here."

Soon, the group left the headquarters.

Lin Feng and Zhao Dashan got into Wang Tianlu's truck together.

Of course, Lin Feng and Wang Tianlu sat in the driver's seat, while Zhao Dashan and Zhao Yushu had to make do and sit in the back of the truck, eating dust.

As for Lin Feng's fully armed assault guard, they could only run behind.

Wang Tianlu looked at the group of soldiers behind him through the rearview mirror, his eyes gleaming with greed.

They were all armed with MP18 pistols, each with a 20-round magazine on its waist. With his keen eye, he even noticed that the soldiers' belts and ammunition boxes were genuine Han Chinese products, with glossy leather and excellent workmanship.

"Wow, who exactly is this Lin Feng? His equipment is even more extravagant than that of the Training Corps."

Wang Tianlu was secretly surprised, and at the same time became even more certain that Lin Feng definitely had some good stuff.

The truck wound its way through the city before finally stopping in front of a huge warehouse located on the edge of the concession.

Two rows of armed military police stood at the warehouse entrance. Upon seeing Wang Tianlu's car, they immediately saluted and let it pass.

As soon as the group got out of the car and went inside, Zhao Yushu's eyes widened instantly.

The huge warehouse was filled to the brim with all kinds of weapons, equipment and ammunition boxes, piled up like small mountains.

There were also large quantities of canned goods, clothing, military boots, and other military supplies, as well as a considerable amount of gas masks and Western medicines that the Great Xia army was in dire need of at the time.

"this……"

Zhao Yushu was like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden; her mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He never expected that, despite the fierce fighting at the front lines and the lack of even anesthesia for the wounded, there were so many good things piled up here.

A major general in the Central Army, the head of the logistics department of a group army, was able to openly and blatantly engage in the illegal sale of military supplies.

He tugged at Lin Feng's sleeve and muttered, "Oh my, my cousin, is this even allowed? Isn't anyone going to stop it?"

Wang Tianlu seemed to have very sharp ears; upon hearing this, he laughed loudly and took the initiative to say in a loud voice:

"Young man, you don't understand. Leaving enough for the superiors is our duty; the rest is ours, isn't it? That's a matter of goodwill."

He pointed to the warehouse full of supplies, a proud look on his face: "Brother, I'm just a small business owner, so we only do cash transactions, no delays. If you need anything, you can buy it from me, and if you have anything extra, you can sell it to me too. I'm honest and fair."

Lin Feng internally ranted.

Magical.

Super magical.

Is this the legendary magical realism?

The vital military supplies that were supposed to be distributed to the troops below were instead used to fill the pockets of the officers.

Soldiers at the front shed blood and sacrificed their lives, while their superiors at the rear engaged in buying and selling.

It would be truly outrageous if they could win the war like this.

However, his power is still too small; he can't fight city hall.

To survive in this rotten system, and even to grow stronger to fight the Japanese, one had no choice but to feign compliance with these forces and go along with their corrupt practices.

"Brother Wang's business acumen is truly admirable."

Lin Feng put on a smile and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Oh, not at all, just trying to make a living."

Wang Tianlu waved his hand with a smile, indicating that Lin Feng and the others could look at the goods at their leisure.

Lin Feng gave Zhao Dashan a wink.

Zhao Dashan understood immediately, walked to a pile of wooden boxes, and pried open the lids.

Inside were brand-new Type 24 rifles, the smell of gun oil filling the air.

He opened another box, which contained Hanyang rifles. Although they were old guns, they were in excellent condition, clearly having just come out of the factory not long ago.

Zhao Dashan pulled back the bolt, and listening to the crisp metallic clanging sound, Chong Linfeng nodded: "Commander, these are all good stuff."

Lin Feng understood.

After thinking it over, he quickly made a plan.