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

"...The main force retreated westward to preserve national strength. However, to enhance our international image, the 88th Division was ordered to defend Zhabei and hold the Sihang Warehouse to the death, demonstrating our Great Xia's determination to fight to the end..."

Several days had passed since the last meeting of all the army group's generals.

Commander Zhu stood by the window, looking at the gray sky outside, clutching the urgent telegram from the Supreme Command in Nanjing tightly in his hand.

"Upholding the example to the death..."

Commander Zhu felt bitter.

To put it nicely, it's an example; to put it bluntly, it's leaving someone to die as a scapegoat, a tragic play for the foreigners meeting in Brussels.

But this play must be performed, and it must be performed spectacularly.

"Someone come here." Commander Zhu turned around, his face regaining the coldness of a steely soldier. "Go and invite Commander Sun of the 88th Division and Commander Lin of the 1st Honorary Brigade to the headquarters immediately. There is urgent military business."

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Half an hour later, in the conference room.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Commander Sun sat on the left, twirling his military cap in his hand, his eyes darting around, and he squirmed as if he had nails stuck to his bottom.

Lin Feng sat on the right. As a time traveler, he could already guess what Commander Zhu was going to say next.

"You two."

Commander Zhu didn't waste any words, slamming the telegram on the table: "You all understand what the higher-ups mean, right?"

"The main force is about to withdraw and advance towards the defense line. However, Zhabei cannot be surrendered so easily. Someone must stay behind, hold the Sihang Warehouse, and prove the backbone of our Great Xia soldiers!"

Commander Zhu's gaze first fell on Division Commander Sun:

"Commander Sun, the Supreme Leader personally selected your 88th Division to stay and hold the line. This is a sign of trust in your 88th Division and an unparalleled honor."

"Commander! This...this won't do!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Sun nearly jumped off his chair, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Sihang Warehouse? What kind of place is that? It's backed by the Suzhou Creek, surrounded by the International Settlement to the south and east, and directly in front of a large Japanese force. It's a death trap."

Commander Sun, his face red and neck bulging, shouted:

"Our 88th Division was the leader's darling, a model division of German-equipped weapons. We fought in Zhabei for three months, and all our brothers were wiped out. Now we're going to throw the last of our seed in that big warehouse to die? This... this is like throwing meat buns into a dog's mouth."

"Commander, it's not that I'm unwilling to fight, it's just... I simply lack the strength. Could we perhaps use a different unit?"

Commander Zhu looked at the emperor's protégé who was still haggling, and his disappointment was almost overflowing.

Normally, your 88th Division has the best equipment, eats the best military rations, and receives the highest military pay. How glorious that is!

The guy in Jinling treats you like a precious gem, giving you everything you ask for.

Now that the nation is in peril and needs you, General Sun, to set an example or even make a sacrifice, how can you be here making excuses to me?

This isn't a soldier; this is clearly an opportunistic politician.

"Commander Sun," Commander Zhu's voice turned cold, "This is a military order, not a grocery store order. Do you think this is a discussion with you?!"

"Commander..." Division Commander Sun shrank back, but his eyes darted around, clearly still trying to figure out how to get rid of this hot potato. "How about... keeping a battalion? Or... a regiment? Just a token gesture, right?"

Just then, Lin Feng, who had been silent all along, stood up.

"commander."

Lin Feng straightened his uniform, stepped forward, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice:

"Since Commander Sun is having difficulties, then let me do it."

"The 1st Honorary Brigade is willing to take on this mission and defend the Sihang Warehouse."

The entire room fell silent.

Commander Sun suddenly turned to look at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with shock as if to say "Are you stupid?" followed by a wild joy as if to say "Great, someone's taking the blame."

Commander Zhu was also stunned for a moment, and his gaze towards Lin Feng instantly became complicated.

There was surprise, there was emotion, but above all, there was appreciation.

"Brigade Commander Lin, have you thought this through?" Commander Zhu said in a deep voice, "That place is an isolated army, a death trap. Once the main force withdraws, you will be trapped like turtles in a jar. With hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops surrounding you, it will be difficult for me to provide you with support."

"I've made up my mind."

Lin Feng smiled slightly. He dared to take on this mission because he was confident that he could bring the troops out of the Sihang Warehouse intact.

"Although my Honorary Brigade is of ragtag origin, all the brothers have a heart that yearns to serve the country. The Sihang Warehouse is exceptionally sturdy, making it perfect for our unit to leverage its firepower advantage. As long as I, Lin Feng, have a breath left, that flag will never fall."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Commander Zhu was so excited that he said "good" three times in a row, and stepped forward to pat Lin Feng heavily on the shoulder:

"A strong wind reveals the strength of the grass, and a turbulent storm reveals the loyalty of a minister. Lin Feng, you are the true pillar of the nation."

I think you're a hundred times better than some people.

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Commander Sun beside him.

Division Commander Sun's face flushed red and then turned pale, but he could only awkwardly force a smile: "Yes, yes, Brigade Commander Lin is a man of noble character, I admire him, I admire him."

However, since it was the 88th Division that Nanjing had specifically requested, Commander Sun was still unable to shirk the task.

Finally, Commander Zhu reiterated that the 88th Division, together with the 1st Honorary Brigade, should hold the Sihang Warehouse until the Supreme Leader gave the order to retreat.

As I stepped out of the headquarters, the rain was still falling.

After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries with Lin Feng, Commander Sun and his adjutant quickly jumped into their car and sped away.

Lin Feng watched the car drive away and gave a cold laugh.

He estimated that General Fei would ultimately do the same thing as in history: outwardly comply but inwardly defy, leaving only a few hundred men under Commander Xie to occupy the Sihang Warehouse, while he himself would lead the main force to flee.

However, this was exactly what Lin Feng wanted.

Run, run as fast as you can.

If General Fei doesn't run away, how can Lin Feng rightfully take over all the good stuff in the Sihang Warehouse?

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After Lin Feng returned to headquarters and explained what had happened, Zhao Yushu's first concern was:

"Cousin, are we really going to guard that big warehouse?"

"Looking at the map, the warehouse is right behind the concession. If the Japanese are in front of us, there will be no way out."

Lin Pei-chi also expressed some skepticism, stating bluntly:

"Young master, how about I find an opportunity to send a telegram to the master?"

Our Lin family has some influence in Fenghua, so let the master find someone to change the mission for your troops...

Zhang Wenzhong and Li Dadao also looked worried. After all, the location of Sihang Warehouse was a desperate situation where it was difficult to break through.

"Don't worry, I won't lead everyone down a dead end."

Lin Feng glanced at the brightly lit concessions across the Suzhou Creek, a sly glint in his eyes.

He is not the same Commander Xie from the original timeline who only had a few hundred guns and a few hundred men.

He was commanding a heavily armed combined arms brigade equipped with heavy artillery, tanks, and anti-aircraft guns.

More than 5,000 elite troops armed to the teeth.

Under pressure from the Japanese, the foreigners in the original concession reneged on their promise to let Xie's warriors pass through, instead disarming and imprisoning them.

But Lin Feng knew that the foreign devils in the concessions were all paper tigers who bullied the weak and feared the strong. If his Honor Brigade wanted to leave, the concessions couldn't stop him at all. At worst, he could just clear a path for himself in the concessions.

"Alright, assemble the troops."

Lin Feng waved his hand:

"Target—Sihang Warehouse, let's go take over our new territory."

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When Lin Feng finally arrived at the Sihang Warehouse, he was dumbfounded.

It's not just tens of millions of dollars worth of supplies; Wang Tianlu is underestimating it. Including all those priceless machines, there are probably tens of millions of dollars worth of good goods in these four warehouses.