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

The night was as dark as ink, and a torrential downpour began.

On the streets of Shanghai, the retreating torrent is surging westward.

Trucks, horse-drawn carriages, and even wheelbarrows were crammed together, and the sounds of horns, curses, and the cries of wounded soldiers mingled together.

However, amidst this wave of retreat, one team went against the tide.

They wore raincoats, their helmets gleaming coldly in the rain, their steps were uniform, silent, yet they exuded a chilling murderous aura.

That was Lin Feng's First Honorary Brigade.

Their target was the Sihang Warehouse, the last stronghold in Zhabei.

This six-story reinforced concrete building stands on the banks of the Suzhou River.

With its thick walls and narrow windows, it was practically a natural fortress.

This place was originally a joint reserve warehouse of four banks: Jincheng, Zhongnan, Dalu, and Yanye. It was built with reinforced concrete, making it extremely sturdy.

"Goodness gracious...this wall must be at least half a meter thick!"

Zhao Yushu touched the rough and cold exterior wall of the warehouse and clicked his tongue in amazement: "This thing, even if the Japanese 75mm cannons bombarded it, it would only scratch an itch."

"What's this?"

Lin Feng patted the wall, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, and pointed to the tightly closed, heavy iron door:

"The good stuff is all inside."

……

Upon entering the first floor of the warehouse, Lin Feng met Xie Zhongmin, the heroic regimental commander who had gone down in history in the original timeline.

Commander Xie looked exhausted, and his uniform was covered in mud.

Behind him were only a few hundred soldiers.

Sure enough, the wheels of history still rolled over the original tracks.

That Flying General, once again, outwardly complied but inwardly defied orders. He claimed to leave a regiment to cover the rear, but in reality, he only left Xie Zhongmin's reinforced battalion of over four hundred men. He himself led the main force and made a hasty retreat.

"Brigade Commander Lin." Xie Zhongmin stood at attention and saluted when he saw Lin Feng, his eyes showing both surprise and gratitude.

He never expected that there would be friendly forces willing to come against the flow at this time, and their equipment was so luxurious that it made him dizzy.

Lin Feng returned the greeting, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers behind Xie Zhongmin.

Many people were injured, their bandages were dirty and soaked with dark red blood, and they smelled terrible.

Some wounds have even started to fester.

The 88th Division retreated too hastily, leaving them with insufficient basic medicine.

"Nonsense!"

Lin Feng frowned, immediately turned around and roared:

"Medical officer, medical unit, come quick!"

"Immediately set up a field hospital inside the Sihang Warehouse and gather all the wounded together, regardless of whether they are from our brigade or not, treat them all equally."

"Throw away all those dirty bandages and replace them with new ones. Don't skimp on the anti-inflammatory drugs and sulfonamide powder, use them all."

Following Lin Feng's order, the medics carrying Red Cross medicine kits quickly rushed forward.

Seeing those expensive Western medicines, which he had never even seen before, being used on his brothers as if they were free, Xie Zhongmin's eyes reddened slightly, his lips moved, and a thousand words were condensed into a standard military salute.

In this chaotic world where human life is as cheap as grass, this respect that treats everyone equally is more precious than gold.

After settling the wounded, Xie Zhongmin, along with Lin Feng and several key officers from the Honorary Brigade, began inspecting the massive warehouse.

"Commander Lin, this is the second-floor storage area..."

The moment the heavy fireproof iron door was pushed open.

Holy crap.

Zhao Yushu and Li Dadao both swore at almost the same time.

Even Lin Feng, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but be shocked.

The huge warehouse in front of us, spanning over a thousand square meters, is filled to the brim with supplies.

The scene was just like the X-Member Supermarket or Costco warehouse area that Lin Feng had visited in his previous life.

Rows of steel shelves reached the ceiling, and those that couldn't fit were simply piled on the floor, forming small mountains.

"This is... Hademen?"

Li Dadao casually ripped open a box, which was full of whole cartons of unopened cigarettes.

Just the Hademen brand alone had dozens of large boxes piled up.

There's also Lao Dao Pai, Da Qian Men, San Pao Tai...

Go further in.

That's a mountain of flour.

Bags of Bingchuan brand flour were stacked neatly.

Lin Feng roughly estimated that there must be several thousand tons of this, enough to feed tens of thousands of people for several years.

There are also canned goods.

Fruit, ham, luncheon meat, corned beef... all kinds of tin canned goods gleamed with a metallic sheen under the light.

In addition, there were bundles of cotton yarn, bolts of indigo fabric, bags of white sugar and salt, and even barrels of kerosene and gasoline.

"This...this is way too much!"

Even the well-informed Zhang Wenzhong subconsciously swallowed: "Did those bastards from the 88th Division bring all their assets from Shanghai here?"

Lin Feng also looked puzzled: "Commander Xie, so much stuff, and they didn't take it all away?"

A hint of embarrassment and resentment flashed across Xie Zhongmin's face as he whispered:

"Brigade Commander Lin may not know this, but this place contains not only the original reserves of the four banks, but also a large amount of military supplies that the 88th Division stockpiled when it used this place as its headquarters."

"More importantly..."

Xie Zhongmin pointed to the various kinds of miscellaneous goods:

"Over the past two months, people from all walks of life and business associations in Shanghai have donated a massive amount of supplies to express their appreciation to the soldiers on the front lines. These supplies were supposed to be distributed, but... there has been no response from higher authorities."

"The division commander... thought these things were too cumbersome and slowed down the march during the retreat, so..."

So I'm just dumping it all on you, right?

Lin Feng sneered inwardly.

This is a fine tradition passed down from generation to generation among the "transportation team leaders".

Commander Sun was truly adept at escaping; he didn't bring any of those cumbersome supplies that might have slowed down his escape.

Without me, a time traveler, these supplies would either have been captured by the Japanese to fund their war effort, or, like in the original history, simply vanished after the defense of Sihang Warehouse.

"Good, very good."

Lin Feng was overjoyed as he looked at the warehouse full of supplies.

They're all mine now.

This place is simply paradise for people like him who suffer from "hamsterism".

But he soon began to worry again.

His personal space within the system is only 10 meters by 10 meters by 10 meters, or 1000 cubic meters. Faced with such a massive amount of supplies, it is still a drop in the ocean.

Looks like we'll have to pick the valuables; as for the rest... we'll just have to eat our fill.

Before Lin Feng could recover from the shock of the supplies, Xie Zhongmin took him to another warehouse on the ground floor.

"Brigade Commander Lin, there are some big guys here."

As the lights came on, Lin Feng's breath caught in his throat.

In this dark corner, dozens of machines wrapped in tarpaulins lay quietly.

Lift a corner of the oilcloth.

The brand-new nameplate is engraved with Hanswen.