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

"If I throw these 5000 people and this little bit of wealth into that huge whirlpool, they won't even make a ripple."

Lin Feng's fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

Moreover, there was an even bigger pitfall ahead: the Battle of Nanjing.

That was an absolute death trap. Facing an encirclement of over 20 Japanese soldiers, his security brigade might very well be wiped out.

"Therefore, we must hurry."

We must fight more battles in Shanghai and kill more Japanese soldiers, even if it means head-on confrontations.

Only by triggering more missions and obtaining more merit points and exchange points can you obtain enough high-quality troops.

More infantry, more tanks, more artillery, and even upgrading to Tier IV may unlock aircraft and ships.

"There are still talented people."

Lin Feng thought of those elite troops who were about to be scattered.

Training Corps, Tax Police Corps, 36th Division, 87th Division, 88th Division...

These units contained the best junior officers and veterans in the entire Great Xia Dynasty. In the original history, most of them died in the chaotic retreat and pointless attrition.

"I have guns, food, medicine, and the glory of capturing the company flag."

Lin Feng was confident that as long as he swung his hoe well, no corner was too difficult to dig down.

Lin Feng wanted all of these battle-hardened veterans.

Just then.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The radio on the table suddenly lit up with a red light.

Lin Feng grabbed the radio receiver and microphone (pictured): "This is Eagle, speak."

The receiver carried the suppressed excitement of the reconnaissance platoon leader, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the background.

"Eagle, this is the cave entrance. We've sneaked in. We've reached the back of the Japanese infantry."

"Location?" Lin Feng asked succinctly.

"Coordinates: XXX, 6 kilometers in a straight line from the North Station, in an abandoned park."

The reconnaissance platoon leader's voice was trembling:

"Big fish, super big fish! We've found the Japanese artillery position!"

"There were about 10 heavy cannons with thick barrels, the caliber of which was definitely over 100mm, and more than 20 75mm cannons. Ammunition boxes were piled up all over the ground like mountains."

"Moreover... their defenses are extremely weak. There are only patrols of less than 100 men on the outer perimeter, and not many heavy machine guns were seen. Those Japanese artillerymen were cooking over a fire, their vigilance was shockingly low."

"good!"

Lin Feng suddenly stood up. This was a real big fish. He immediately began to study the map on the table.

He had seen this configuration before when he was researching the organizational structures of various countries during World War II on the internet in his previous life.

If he remembers correctly, it was most likely a field artillery regiment under the Japanese 3rd Division.

第3师团是甲种挽马师团，配置的炮兵联队（图）下辖3个野炮大队36门三八式75mm野战炮和1个榴弹炮大队，12门九一式105mm榴弹炮。

It matches the intelligence sent by the reconnaissance team perfectly.

These Japanese heavy artillery pieces bombard me so badly during the day that I can't even lift my head, yet at night they dare to take off their pants and sleep soundly?

These Japanese devils, having won one battle after another on the Shanghai battlefield, have become arrogant and do they really think that the Great Xia army is blind at night and dares not attack?

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable."

Lin Feng glanced at his watch; it was 8 PM.

A dark and windy night is the perfect time for murder and arson.

"Since you've washed your necks clean and stuck them out, then I won't be polite."

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Yushu, his eyes blazing with murderous intent:

"I command!"

"Armored assault company and armored reconnaissance company, all personnel inspect vehicles, refuel, and load ammunition."

"Take all the armor-piercing rounds off the ammunition rack, leave only a few, and replace the rest with high-explosive rounds."

"One regiment, one battalion, assemble immediately, carry light equipment, and prepare to follow the armored forces into battle."

"Third and Fifth Battalions, immediately move to the front line of the North Station for a rotation and keep a close watch on our home base."

"Second and Fourth Battalions, withdraw from your positions and go to the rear to rest and reorganize. Also, protect the field hospital."

Repeat it again.

Zhao Yushu stood at attention and solemnly repeated the order.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Alright, go and relay the order."

Orders were rapidly transmitted through telephone lines and radios.

The entire security brigade, this war machine, quietly but rapidly began to operate under the cover of night.

-----

Before setting off, Lin Feng specially purchased 20 Hans Opel Lightning trucks with 600 exchange points, bringing along the crew of Tiger tank No. 213, the infantry heavy weapons of the First Battalion, and some troops.

They also purchased eight BMW R75 sidecar motorcycles to serve as the vanguard alongside the armored vehicle units.

After carefully planning the attack on the map, Lin Feng climbed into the command-type Sd.Kfz.223 armored vehicle, put on headphones and a throat microphone, leaned out halfway out of the hatch, and waved his hand:

"Set off!"

With his command, the steel torrent crushed the water on the ground, stirring up a cloud of mud as it rolled forward.

Countless car lights illuminated the road ahead.

----

On a high ground near the coastline on the northwest side of downtown Shanghai.

This is the temporary headquarters of the Japanese 3rd Division.

As a standing main force division, the 3rd Division naturally had an extraordinary presence.

The huge military tents were brightly lit, and even in this rainy battlefield, the ground was carpeted.

Division Commander Lieutenant General Fujita Susumu stood at the tent entrance, holding a cup of sake, pointing out the dark battlefield in the distance.

This lieutenant general, with his mustache and sinister face, was a typical young and promising soldier and a well-known artillery advocate in the Japanese army.

In his view, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a barrage of artillery fire; if there is, then another barrage will suffice.

"Gentlemen, please look."

Fujita Susumu swirled his wine glass:

"In that darkness, the last line of defense of the Chinese was trembling. As soon as dawn broke, the Imperial Army's heavy artillery would roar and crush their resistance like a hammer smashing a walnut."

Beside him, several Japanese war correspondents were snapping photos of Fujita Susumu with their cameras, the flashes dazzling the eyes.

"General Fujita, how long do you think it will take for the Imperial Army to completely occupy Shanghai?" a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun asked obsequiously.

"Seven days, no, three days."

Fujita Susumu held up three fingers, looking smug:

"The Chinese army is now at its last gasp."

Their elite forces had been exhausted in Luodian and Dachang, leaving only a rabble.

Before the might of my 3rd Division, they are like grasshoppers in autumn, they won't be able to hop for many more days.

A tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man stood in the corner, quietly watching the scene, a faint hint of mockery on his lips.

He was Wolfgang Schneider, the ace war correspondent sent from Hans' side.

As a veteran journalist who participated in the Spanish Civil War, he has a keen sense of the nature of war.

Unlike those Japanese journalists who were blindly optimistic, he saw the chaos in the Japanese logistics line and the awe-inspiring resilience of the Great Xia army.

"General," Wolfgang asked, speaking in a Japanese accent, neither humble nor arrogant, "as far as I know, the resistance of the Great Xia army at the North Station is very tenacious, and there seems to be no sign of collapse."

Fujita glanced at him, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but considering that this was a reporter from a potential ally, he patiently explained:

"Mr. Wolfgang, that's temporary. It's just a desperate struggle, and it won't change the outcome."

Just then, a messenger rushed in, looking flustered. His boots were covered in mud, leaving a trail of black marks on the carpet.

"Reporting to the division commander, urgent military situation."