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

Lin Feng immediately connected the walkie-talkie to the forward reconnaissance platoon's channel.

"Eagle, this is Dongyao. We've spotted a large number of Japanese infantry gathering about 3 kilometers to the northwest."

"Has the code been confirmed?" Lin Feng asked.

"Confirmed. It's the Japanese 3rd Division, densely packed, with at least three thousand men, moving towards the ruins on our left flank."

"This is Dongliang. Traces of the Japanese 9th Division have been discovered on the west side. They are carrying a large amount of assault equipment and are dismantling the outer roadblocks."

"This is Cave 3. We've discovered tracks of heavy tractors behind Japanese lines, suggesting that Japanese heavy artillery units are deploying. Location..."

As he listened to the reports coming through his earpiece, Lin Feng's expression gradually became serious.

But through these outreached "eyes," a massive map of the Japanese troop deployment had already taken shape in his mind.

The 3rd Division, the 9th Division, and an independent heavy artillery unit.

"Goodness, the Japanese think highly of me."

Lin Feng put down the artillery scope, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Two Class A divisions dispatched their main regiments to attack from both sides, plus heavy artillery bombardment. I'm the first person in the Great Xia Anti-Japanese War to receive such treatment."

He turned around, leaning against the bullet-riddled wall, his mind simmering as he brought up the system interface.

Current permission level: Level III (12145/20000)

Looking at that string of fluctuating numbers, Lin Feng's heart involuntarily raced.

These past few days have seen continuous high-intensity combat, especially the annihilation of nearly two battalions of Japanese marines, more than 2000 Japanese soldiers...

Including the points I earned sporadically during the North Station defense battle, I'm less than 8000 points away from achieving my coveted Level IV privileges.

"8000 points..."

Lin Feng licked his slightly chapped lips.

"I hope the Japanese majors and lieutenant colonels can continue to uphold that damned Bushido spirit and lead the charge a few more times. These days, there aren't many 'experience points' that are both valuable and easy to kill."

"And the Japanese tanks and planes, those were huge!"

His eagerness to upgrade stemmed not only from the potential unlocking of more advanced weapons with Level IV privileges, but also from a more pressing and realistic reason.

That's the system space!

Lin Feng looked down at the warehouse at his feet.

Inside this enormous building, besides mountains of munitions and provisions, at the very bottom were hidden dozens of industrial machine tools that haunted his dreams.

In addition, there were the good finds he had scavenged in Zhabei these past few days.

That's all the capital he'll need to find a place to settle down and build an arsenal in the future.

The current system space is only one thousand cubic meters.

It's simply impossible to move these big guys using the system space and the existing trucks and horse-drawn carriages.

The problem is, if he were to take some with him, he wouldn't want to leave any of them behind.

"Hurry up and upgrade!"

Lin Feng looked forward to it.

Perhaps if we upgrade to Level IV, our system space will experience a qualitative leap.

"When the time comes, I'll pack up every single screw in these four warehouses and take it all with me, leaving none for the Japanese devils."

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the river.

The Suzhou Creek acts as a boundary river; its narrow surface, only a few dozen meters wide, now represents the greatest distance in the world.

On the north bank was the Sihang Warehouse, a place filled with the smoke of gunfire and the sounds of gunfire that came and went.

On the south bank, the concrete embankment, the rooftops of buildings, and behind the windows were packed with people.

They were all ordinary people from the Great Xia Dynasty.

They stood on tiptoe, craning their necks, their eyes fixed on the massive, dilapidated warehouse on the opposite bank, which still stood tall despite its many holes.

Binoculars became a hot commodity; whoever had one would immediately be surrounded by a dozen or so people.

"See that? It's still there, our flag is still on the roof!" a schoolteacher in a long gown shouted excitedly, his binoculars trembling violently.

The young man selling newspapers nearby was so anxious he jumped up and down: "Sir, please let me take a look, just one look."

Yesterday's spectacle of "a sea of ​​heads" has spread throughout Shanghai through various channels.

Does it make you feel better?

That was so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying.

Since the start of the war in July, when has there ever been such an inspiring scene?

But after the initial relief comes a deeper sense of worry.

"They're attacking so fiercely... will the Japanese stop?" A woman carrying a vegetable basket asked worriedly. "I heard that even more Japanese soldiers have come from the north, and they even have cannons that can blow up a building with a single shot."

"What are you afraid of? Didn't Brigade Commander Lin say he was going to wipe out three thousand Japanese devils? This is nothing." A young student shouted, his neck stiff, but the unease in his eyes was undeniable.

A sudden commotion broke out in the crowd.

Several strong men, carrying sacks and bamboo baskets, tried to squeeze to the riverbank.

Rice and flour peeked out of the burlap sack, and the basket contained flatbread, pickled vegetables, and cooked meat wrapped in oil paper.

"Make way, make way! We need to deliver some food to our brothers on the other side!"

"Yes, they risked their lives for the Great Xia Dynasty, we can't let them go hungry!"

People spontaneously made way for each other.

Yesterday, some people threw things onto the other side of the river, including steamed buns, dumplings, and even whole hams.

Some were thrown across, while others fell into the river.

But today, the road is blocked.

Several John soldiers wearing flat helmets, carrying Lee-Enfield rifles, stood expressionless in front of the riverbank.

Lieutenant John, who was leading the team, spoke broken Chinese:

"Step back. The Municipal Council has ordered a ban on throwing objects into the combat zone."

"Why should we?" The man carrying the sacks glared at them. "We're delivering food to our own army, what's it to you?"

"These are the regulations of the concession," the British lieutenant said curtly. "Any action that could escalate the conflict must be prohibited. Please step back, or I will take coercive measures."

The two sides are deadlocked.

The crowd started to make noise.

The shouts of cursing, protests, and pleas were all mixed together.

"Westerners just like to watch the excitement."

"They were also afraid of offending the Japanese."

"Our brothers are bleeding."

John's soldier's face grew increasingly grim; though the muzzle of his gun was pointing downwards, his finger was already on the trigger guard.

Just then, a white officer in a suit with a Public Works Department badge on his chest rushed over, wiped the sweat from his brow, and quickly said a few words to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant nodded and waved for the soldier to take a half step back.

The official turned to the crowd, forced a smile, and said in fairly fluent Chinese:

"Gentlemen, please calm down. We understand your feelings. But please consider the danger to the concession and to you all if a misunderstanding arises from throwing objects, leading to Japanese soldiers opening fire towards the concession, or using it as a pretext to attack the riverbank?"

He paused, then lowered his voice: "The troops on the other side... they have no shortage of supplies. Please trust them."

These were well-spoken words, but those in the crowd who understood the underlying meaning knew better.

The foreigners in the concessions were afraid.

They were afraid that the war would spread to them.