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

"Oh?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. He had learned that Commander Sun of the neighboring 88th Division wanted to steal the credit, so he simply followed Wang Tianlu's lead and pushed the credit to the top in one go.

Is this the end of the matter?

He took the document and glanced at it.

"The First Honorary Brigade... Hmm, that's quite a prestigious title."

"And this too." Zhao Yushu took out an exquisite box from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a gleaming medal. "The Yunhui Medal, for you, cousin."

"In addition, the higher authorities have given special instructions to promote Brigade Commander Lin to the rank of Major General, in view of his outstanding military achievements."

Zhao Yushu rubbed his hands together, his face full of envy; he was genuinely happy for his cousin.

"Major General, cousin, you're a general now! This is a momentous occasion that brings honor to our ancestors. After we defeat the Japanese and return to our hometown, you'll have your own page in the family genealogy."

In Zhao Yushu's mind, a major general was a high-ranking official who could definitely bring glory to his family.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, remained quite calm.

Major General?

That sounds good.

But anyone with even a little knowledge of the National Revolutionary Army's organizational structure knows that this is just a rank or position.

The organization of the National Revolutionary Army was in complete disarray. Under the headquarters were the war zones, and under the war zones were army groups and road armies, and some even had corps in between.

Below the army group are the corps, and below the corps are the divisions and brigades.

There are too many levels, but there are only four ranks in total: Second-Class General, First-Class General, Lieutenant General, and Major General.

This has led to a bizarre phenomenon: from brigade commanders and deputy brigade commanders all the way up to army commanders and deputy army commanders, and even some deputy commanders, their positions and ranks may all be major generals.

What's truly valuable is the military rank, which represents seniority, status, and actual benefits.

Because of that damned "seniority-limiting" restriction (which means waiting for seniority), Lin Feng's current rank in the military is still major.

They put a major general's badge on him, which sounds impressive and can intimidate people when he goes out.

"It's just an empty reputation."

Lin Feng casually tossed the medal onto the table, making a crisp "clang" sound, without a care in the world.

He looked at Zhao Yushu: "What about the practical benefits? What about the bonus?"

In chaotic times, real money is often more useful than empty fame.

Yes, yes!

Zhao Yushu quickly replied, "The Supreme Leader personally ordered a commendation for the soldiers who captured the flag at Qibao Town, approving a bonus of ten thousand silver dollars!"

"Ten thousand?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "That's fine, better than nothing."

"Um..." Zhao Yushu scratched his head, his voice lowering, "...we only have six thousand left."

"Six thousand?"

Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, revealing an expression that he had expected this: "Well, the higher-ups still have some conscience. I thought it would be good if we could get a hundred left by now."

Zhao Yushu: "..."

These days, corruption within the White Party is so rampant that it's practically rotten to the core, not much different from what it was at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The bonus, personally approved by the supreme leader, goes through layers of intermediaries—war zones, army groups, and logistics departments—and with each layer skimming off a feather, only 60% is left, which is considered a sign of integrity.

According to the usual unspoken rules, once it reached the brigade commander Lin Feng, a portion would be embezzled for public funds or personal gain. In the end, the soldier who actually captured the flag would receive ten or eight yuan, and he would be grateful for that.

"Have you sent any new recruits?" Lin Feng asked again.

"They didn't give us any soldiers," Zhao Yushu shook his head.

"However, the army group headquarters issued us a batch of equipment."

Twelve Shanghai-made 60mm mortars, along with over 300 rounds of ammunition. Also, 18 Maxim heavy machine guns and over a dozen boxes of ammunition, just delivered; they're all piled up in the yard.

"That's it?"

"That's all."

Lin Feng stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

Thanks to Wang Tianlu's connections and the numerous photos he took, the evidence was conclusive, and he managed to protect his reputation in Qibao Town.

The designation "1st Honorary Brigade" carries significant prestige. He hadn't expected his ragtag brigade to receive it; he'd only thought he'd get some monetary rewards and medals at most.

But then I thought about it again, and the National Revolutionary Army also valued one's background.

What they valued was the so-called "Huang, Zhe, Lu, Yi" – meaning members of the Huangpu Military Academy, natives of Zhejiang Province, graduates of the Army University, and members of the First Army.

If you possess these qualities, you are a disciple of the emperor, the most loyal of the loyalists, destined for rapid promotion and wealth.

Although Lin Feng was among the last to graduate from the seventh class of the Whampoa Military Academy, he was still a Whampoa graduate and a fellow townsman from Fenghua, Zhejiang Province.

Having achieved two of these things, it's not too outrageous to designate it as the First Honorary Brigade.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead and get busy."

"What about the bonus?"

Lin Feng realized that the armored vehicle crews who captured the flag and eliminated the flag-guarding squad were all system-controlled soldiers, so he said:

"In that case, the six thousand silver dollars will be distributed in full. The squad that captured the flag and the armored vehicle crew that opened fire will be rewarded with 1000 silver dollars."

"Use the rest of the money to buy wine, meat, and cigarettes. Add an extra dish for each of the brothers."

In war, soldiers are constantly under mental strain, living in a constant state of danger of being killed at any moment.

They need to relax by indulging in things like alcohol, tobacco, tea, and candy.

During World War II, cigarettes and tobacco were officially provided supplies for soldiers by the armies of various countries.

Like the John man, one must have black tea leaves.

And the Russians will add vodka.

The wealthy White Eagles will provide extra toffee, chocolate, and cola.

As for the Great Xia, it all depends on the commander's ability. The capable ones can drink sweet potato liquor, while the incapable ones can't even get enough to eat.

Zhao Yushu laboriously lifted the bag containing the money:

"That regimental commander, and..."

Lin Feng didn't turn around. He wasn't a petty person, and besides, this was the perfect time to win people's hearts.

"The troops under Regiments Commanders Zhang and Li also received some. When you distribute them, remember to emphasize to the officers and soldiers that I got them!"

Zhao Yushu: "Understood, I'll get to it right away!"

After dismissing the irrelevant personnel, Lin Feng opened the system interface with a thought.

Last night's raid on their base was quite fruitful.

Including the Japanese encampment raided at night and the artillery regiment destroyed, a total of more than 700 Japanese soldiers were killed and countless others were wounded.

He also killed a colonel, presumably the unfortunate commander of the 3rd Division's artillery regiment.

A total of 2589 merit points were earned.

Current merit points: 5876

It was enough to upgrade 11 Panzer II tanks to 11 Panzer III L tanks.

Although this tank was already outmatched by the T-34 and Sherman by the middle of World War II, it still had 50mm of frontal armor on its turret and hull, and the L variant had an additional 20mm of armor.

In the Shanghai battlefield in 37, none of the Japanese tanks and anti-tank guns could penetrate its defenses.

Only medium-to-large caliber artillery like the Type 91 105mm howitzer, equipped with armor-piercing shells, can penetrate it.

Alternatively, they could use high-explosive shells from large-caliber howitzers to attempt to inflict shockwave overpressure damage on the occupants inside the vehicle.

but……

Modern warfare is ultimately three-dimensional.