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

Lin Feng used all his strength this time. The slap sent General Fei spinning halfway around before he crashed heavily to the ground. Two bloody teeth flew out and rolled twice on the floor.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Should a brigade commander fight a division commander? Or should he fight a division commander who is a direct descendant of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy?

That's incredibly aggressive!

Lin Feng shook his hand, looked down at Commander Sun who was covering his face in disbelief, and said coldly:

"This slap is for those wounded brothers who you left on the battlefield, who died in agony, froze to death, or were killed by Japanese bayonets."

"You deserter general, you dare wear this military uniform?!"

"good!"

Beside him, Sun Fumin, the detachment commander of the Tax Police Corps and a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute, applauded and cheered.

The other generals, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, secretly got up and stood in front of the conference room door, blocking the guards who wanted to come in.

In a short period of time, not a single person stepped forward to help Commander Sun.

Lin Feng shook his hands, feeling refreshed. This Flying General had repeatedly caused him trouble and targeted him. Today, he finally got his revenge.

"That's enough!"

Commander Zhu slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

Although he looked down on Commander Sun a bit after learning the whole story, he also thought the slap was well done.

But this was, after all, a meeting, and after all, Commander Sun was the apple of the eye of the man in Nanjing.

"Lin Feng, you've gone too far. This is the headquarters, not your bandit den."

Commander Zhu reprimanded with a stern face, but there wasn't much real anger in his tone.

He turned to look at Commander Sun on the ground, a flash of disgust crossing his eyes, but he still patiently said:

"Commander Sun, please get up. We're all soldiers, and we must work together. This matter... consider it a misunderstanding. Don't mention it again."

Commander Zhu was able to become the army group commander because he was a seasoned troublemaker who skillfully smoothed things over and suppressed conflicts.

Commander Sun covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and got up with a venomous look in his eyes, but dared not say another word.

He knew he had completely lost face today, and if he continued to make a scene, things would only get worse.

"Alright, everyone sit down!"

Commander Zhu waved his hand, turning the page directly:

"The battle situation is critical now, this is not the time for infighting. Brigade Commander Lin, you fought well at the North Station. Although you were forced to withdraw in the end, you still completed your mission. You not only didn't fail, but you actually deserve credit."

"Given the chaotic situation in Zhabei, I appoint you as the Deputy Commander of the Zhabei Garrison, to coordinate the actions of all military forces in the region, including local troops and police."

"Yes." Lin Feng stood at attention and saluted.

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The meeting ended, and everyone dispersed.

Lin Feng stepped out of the mansion and took a deep breath of the cold air outside.

He managed to get the title of deputy garrison commander, but that only allowed him to command other miscellaneous troops and local forces.

As for his concern about the unauthorized retreat, Commander Zhu didn't care at all.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Ha, I guess this is one of the White Party's fine traditions..."

Just as he reached the door, a familiar voice called out to him.

"Brother Lin, wait a moment!"

It was Wang Tianlu, the quartermaster.

"Brother Wang?" Lin Feng stopped and sincerely cupped his hands in greeting. "Last time, thanks to your mediation, brother. If it weren't for your help in pulling strings, the credit for that regimental flag might have been coveted by some scoundrels for a long time."

"Hey, it's too formal for us brothers to talk about this."

Wang Tianlu waved his hand, smiling like an old fox: "We're good partners who make money together. If your contribution is confirmed, then my business is secure."

He leaned closer and whispered tentatively, "By the way, brother, do you still have any of those big ones from last time? A few local military commanders have asked me to inquire recently, saying that as long as they have them, the price is negotiable."

"Tanks?" Lin Feng gave a wry smile and shrugged. "Brother, those things aren't like cabbages, they don't just grow in the ground. They're original Hansin models. The sea routes have been blocked by the Japanese, how could I possibly get my hands on one?"

"However..." Lin Feng changed the subject, "Although the tanks are gone, I still have some other good stuff. 75mm Kremlin mountain guns, and a large number of Japanese Type 38 rifles and Type 91 light machine guns. In addition, I have several high-horsepower Hans trucks, Opels, sturdy and durable. I also have quite a bit of ammunition..."

"hiss……"

Wang Tianlu gasped, giving Lin Feng a strange look: "Brother, you're something else! You have Hanstank trucks, Hans trucks, even mountain guns. Your connections are incredible, you've got connections to the highest levels."

"Haha, just a coincidence, nothing more than a coincidence." Lin Feng chuckled and didn't respond to the comment.

Wang Tianlu didn't delve into it, since the rule in this line of work is not to ask about origins.

He looked around mysteriously and then pulled Lin Feng aside:

"Brother, since you're so kind, I'll give you a message in return. Consider it a way of returning the favor."

He pointed in the direction of the Suzhou Creek:

"You know the Sihang Warehouse, right?"

"I know," Lin Feng nodded. "That was the reserve warehouse of four banks: Jincheng, Zhongnan, Dalu, and Yanye. It's now the headquarters of the 88th Division."

"Hehe, do you even know how much stuff is piled up inside right now?"

Wang Tianlu stretched out a few fingers and rubbed them together:

"In addition to the reserve supplies that the four banks couldn't transport in time, there were also a large amount of military supplies donated to the 9th Army Group by various sectors of Shanghai during this period. These included grain, cloth, medicine, and even unopened machinery and equipment."

At this time, they were all piled up in the Sihang Warehouse. A conservative estimate puts their value at least tens of millions of silver dollars.

"Tens of millions?!"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he remained calm and even gave a wry smile:

"Brother, even if this news is good, it has nothing to do with me. You've seen it yourself, Commander Sun and I are sworn enemies. The Sihang Warehouse is his territory now. Even if I had the desire, I wouldn't have the guts to snatch food from the tiger's mouth."

"Hey, that's not right of you."

Wang Tianlu shook his head and said meaningfully:

"Brother, you're a smart man. You should be able to see that the Battle of Shanghai... can't be fought any longer."

"Our 9th Army Group, and even the entire garrison of Shanghai, will definitely have to retreat westward and move towards those two defense lines."

"To be honest, the entire army group's transport capacity is extremely strained right now. They can't even transport all the heavy weapons and wounded. Those supplies are stuck in the Sihang Warehouse; they simply can't be moved. They're like a piece of fat meat that can't be taken away."

Wang Tianlu sneered: "I know Commander Sun; he's the kind of guy who'll slip away without a trace. If things get chaotic, he might just pack up and run away."

At that point, the supplies in that warehouse will be unclaimed property. Whoever can grab the most gets it.

Lin Feng was somewhat tempted. Others lacked the transportation capacity, but he had the system space. In the future, supplies worth tens of millions of silver dollars would all be his...

However, he remained outwardly calm:

"Brother, you're joking. I only have a few trucks and a few hundred mules. How could I possibly transport that much supplies? But... since you've pointed out a good way, I'll go and join in the fun. It wouldn't hurt to pick up some scraps."

"That's right." Wang Tianlu patted Lin Feng on the shoulder.

He then steered the conversation back to business: "Let's get down to business. The 9th Army has suffered heavy losses and urgently needs all kinds of weapons to replenish its losses. I'll take all those mountain guns, light weapons, trucks, and ammunition you mentioned."

He quoted a series of prices, especially the purchase price of ammunition and medicine, which was actually higher than what Lin Feng could directly exchange for in the system.

This is the profit from war; the more fiercely the fighting on the front lines, the more scarce these supplies become in the rear.

"No problem." Lin Feng readily agreed, it was practically money delivered to his door. "But brother, this time the quantity of goods is too large. I need to prepare the goods and arrange transportation, so you have to give me a deposit."

"No problem."

Wang Tianlu was a straightforward man, and he immediately held up three fingers: "This order will cost at least 300,000 silver dollars. One price, I'll issue you an invoice right now. Pay 100,000 silver dollars as a deposit, and the rest will be paid upon delivery."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Their hands were clasped tightly together.

Lin Feng watched Wang Tianlu's departing figure, touched the draft contract in his pocket, and then looked at the Sihang Warehouse in the distance.

That place will be his next prime spot for racking up points and stocking up on goods.