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

The atmosphere at a meeting that required the presence of senior commanders from both the Japanese army and navy was undeniably strange.

Especially at this time, when the Japanese marines had just been dealt a heavy blow by Lin Feng around the Sihang Warehouse.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was so strange that it felt like a contest to suppress laughter was being held.

The long conference table resembled the Chu River and Han border, with two distinct groups of people sitting on either side.

The person on the left is a representative of the Navy.

Leading the group was Vice Admiral Kiyoshi Hasegawa, Commander of the Third Fleet, and next to him sat Major General Denshichi Okawa, Commander of the Shanghai Naval Special Landing Force, who looked utterly dejected and as if he had just swallowed a dead fly.

On the right is a high-ranking official in the army.

General Matsui Iwane, commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army, sat at the head of the table, holding an unlit pipe in his hand.

Below him were Lieutenant General Susumu Fujita, commander of the 3rd Division; Lieutenant General Ryosuke Yoshizumi, commander of the 9th Division; and several other division commanders.

They sat upright, but their trembling shoulders and the occasional soft "pfft" betrayed the wild joy they felt inside.

"Regarding the defeat at Sihang Warehouse..."

Denchiro Ohkawa forced himself to speak, attempting to break the suffocating silence.

He pushed a photograph taken during a previous battle to the center of the table:

"I want to emphasize that it's not that the Imperial Marines lacked fighting spirit. Rather, it's that the enemy's fortifications were too strong, their commanders were extremely despicable, and their defensive system was completely beyond conventional understanding..."

He slammed his hand on the table, pointed to the battle damage report on it, and said in a voice filled with grief and indignation:

"Moreover! This Chinese commander named Lin Feng is extremely cruel; he actually used this... this barbaric psychological warfare tactic, which has seriously affected the mental health of our naval officers and soldiers!"

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

Then, there was another "pfft" sound.

The 9th Division Commander, Yoshizumi Ryosuke, covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently as if he were enduring some great pain, but the smile in the corner of his eye was impossible to hide.

"Yoshizumi-kun, what are you laughing at?" Hasegawa Kiyoshi asked coldly, his face ashen.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my apologies."

Yoshizumi Ryosuke waved his hand, saying sorry, but his tone was full of schadenfreude:

"I was just thinking about that bet last night. I heard my naval colleagues were so confident that they could plant the flag on the roof of the warehouse within half an hour? And what happened? They didn't plant the flag, but they 'sent' their heads in."

He turned to look at Fujita Susumu beside him and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Fujita-kun, it seems that this kind of menial work on land is really too difficult for a noble 'Marine Soldier' ​​like you."

They were used to drinking whiskey and enjoying the sea breeze on warships; how could they possibly endure the hardship of rolling around in mud?

Fujita Susumu, being the kind of person who harms others without benefiting himself, immediately chimed in:

"Yes. But the warriors of the navy are very creative. I've fought half my life and this is the first time I've ever heard of a game like 'human head bowling'."

This also demonstrates the brutality of the enemy to the Imperial Army, which deserves commendation, truly commendable! Hahahaha!

"Baka!!"

Enraged, Ōkawa Denshichi abruptly stood up, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, and roared, his face flushed and neck bulging, "Are you insulting our navy?! If it weren't for covering your army's flank, would we have suffered this loss?!"

"Cover? Don't be ridiculous."

Yoshizumi Ryosuke's eyes turned cold, and he dropped his feigned smile:

"That was trying to steal credit, but instead of gaining credit, they lost face completely. Admit it, your Marines aren't even worthy of carrying Lin Feng's shoes on land."

"you."

It looked like the two sides were about to draw their swords and start a full-blown brawl.

That's enough.

Matsui Iwane, who had been silent all along, suddenly slammed his hand on the table:

"Sit down, all of you! With a formidable enemy at hand, what kind of decorum is this, making a scene like this? Are you giving the Chinese a reason to laugh at you?!"

Although Matsui Iwane also deeply despised the Navy's idiots, at this moment, he had to maintain the overall situation.

"While the navy's defeat was partly due to underestimating the enemy and acting rashly, it also proved a fact."

Matsui Iwane pointed to the lone Sihang Warehouse on the map:

"This 1st Honorary Brigade is a real tough nut to crack. Intelligence indicates that they are equipped with a large number of various automatic weapons, employ ruthless tactics, and have extremely strong engineering capabilities."

That commander named Lin Feng is an unpredictable madman. But he's also a tactical genius.

Upon hearing the words "tactical genius," the Japanese generals present, though displeased, all nodded silently.

No matter how arrogant they are, they have to admit that Lin Feng, who can cause them huge losses, deserves their attention.

Matsui Iwane glanced at Hasegawa Kiyoshi, whose face was grim, and bluntly told him to leave:

"Since the Navy is not good at this kind of siege warfare, then Commander Hasegawa, please vacate the stage. The Army will take full charge of the main offensive operations from now on."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling, he knew that if he continued to resist, he would only be throwing his life away. He could only snort coldly and leave the table angrily with Okawa Denshichi.

"Fujita-kun, Yoshizumi-kun."

With the navy no longer an eyesore, Matsui Iwane's tone became serious.

"Hi!" The two stood at attention in unison.

"That Lin Feng slipped away like an eel at the North Station last time. But this time at the Sihang Warehouse, with the International Settlement right behind him, he's trapped like a turtle in a jar. Let's see where this little fox can run now!"

Matsui Iwane stood up, walked to the map, and slammed his finger hard on the location of the Sihang Warehouse:

"I don't care what methods you use, I want to see that warehouse reduced to ruins, I want to see Lin Feng's head."

"The 3rd Division will launch a pincer attack from the north and the 9th Division from the west on the outer perimeter of the Sihang Warehouse."

"Yes, sir! The 3rd Division will avenge our defeat!"

"Hey! The 9th Division will definitely take the lead!"

The two lieutenant generals exchanged a glance, sparks flying in the air.

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Sihang Warehouse, rooftop platform.

This place has been transformed into a veritable fortress.

Thick sandbags were piled up to form a breastwork, with a machine gun nest set up every few meters.

The once empty rooftop is now covered with a terrifying array of anti-aircraft fire.

Several Flak 30 20mm single-barreled anti-aircraft guns stood tall, their muzzles pointing straight to the sky.

Occasionally, a few Flak 38 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft guns (pictured) and Flak 37 37mm single anti-aircraft guns (pictured) were used as supplementary firepower.

These anti-aircraft guns were naturally upgraded by Lin Feng using merit points based on the 20mm single-barrel anti-aircraft gun group, which greatly enhanced the density of anti-aircraft firepower.

Next to the anti-aircraft guns were the same number of M2HB "Lao Gan Ma" heavy machine guns, their bodies polished to a shine.

In the past few days, this air defense combination has made great contributions, shooting down or damaging at least seven or eight Japanese warplanes that dared to dive at low altitudes.

Those Japanese pilots were either shot down in mid-air or parachuted into the Suzhou River to feed the fish.

Inside the platform, hidden under camouflage netting, are 12 120mm heavy mortars and several 75mm mountain guns.

They were positioned on high ground, with several blocks around them within their firing range.

Lin Feng crouched behind the observation post reinforced with sandbags, holding up the Zeiss binocular telescope he had redeemed from the system, and carefully peered out the objective lens.

In the footage, there are still quite a few Japanese warships on the Huangpu River in the distance.

The old armored cruiser "Izumo" had its 203mm main gun turrets rotating, but it did not fire for a long time.

"Ha, they're hesitant to act for fear of harming the innocent, aren't they?"

Lin Feng sneered.

The Sihang Warehouse is located right next to the International Settlement on the south and east sides, so close that you can even see the cups of coffee being drunk by foreigners in the buildings across the river.

Not far from the warehouse were the huge gas storage tanks of the concession.

Although the Japanese navy was arrogant, it didn't dare to gamble with weapons like naval guns, which have a very large dispersion.

If a shell were to deflect into the concession area or ignite a gas cylinder, it would be like stirring up a hornet's nest, potentially causing a major international dispute.

This is one of the reasons why Lin Feng dares to fight to the death here.

"Sizzle..."

The Motorola walkie-talkie lying next to me suddenly lit up with a red light.