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

Lin Feng pointed to the wooden bars of the cell in front of him: "Get us out of here. I don't want to stay here for another minute."

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Dashan's movements were clean and efficient.

He first made a gesture towards the prison door.

The three engineers immediately aimed their guns at the corridor outside the door and listened intently.

Among the remaining men, a lean soldier unloaded his tool bag from his back and pulled out a pair of iron pliers that were as long as his forearm. As engineers, they naturally carried equipment for cutting barbed wire and breaching obstacles.

"Click!"

The padlock securing the wooden gate snapped with a snap, and an engineer immediately stepped forward to catch the falling padlock, preventing it from making a sound when it hit the ground.

Lin Feng stepped forward and pushed open the cell door.

The wooden shaft made a slight creaking sound.

Moonlight streamed in through the high window, falling on his face.

He took a deep breath.

Ah, the taste of freedom.

There were a few chairs outside the cell, but no one was guarding them, so it seemed that the dilapidated house was safe for the time being.

The noise outside continued; it seemed the bandits who had won the battle had all gone off to celebrate.

Lin Feng whispered, "Give me a gun."

A combat engineer behind Zhao Dashan immediately unbuckled his belt and handed it over with both hands.

Lin Feng took it; the belt was quite heavy, with a leather holster and two bulging cowhide ammunition pouches hanging from it.

He pulled the weapon from its holster, a Mauser pistol.

The gun body gleamed with a faint blue light under the moonlight, featuring a classic blued finish, and the walnut wood grain on the grip was slightly darkened.

"Wow, it's the real thing..."

Lin Feng's fingers traced the gun's body, feeling the steel, and then his fingertips gently brushed against the Hansven logo on the receiver.

It's not the soulless exhibit in a museum's glass case, nor is it a replica in the hands of a prop master in a TV drama.

It's a real gun that you can feel in your hand—its weight, its texture, and its killing intent.

A man is a boy until he dies, and with a gun in his hand, he naturally felt a surge of excitement.

He tossed the gun in his right hand; it felt heavy, heavier than he had imagined.

it's beautiful.

But it's fucking real.

The gun was reminding him that he was no longer at the firing range in the 21st century, but in the bandit prison in Erlong Mountain in 1937.

But the next second, a problem arose.

Which one is the safety? How do I load the magazine? How do I change the magazine?

He had practiced target shooting when he was studying at the National University of Defense Technology, but back then he was shooting at the Type 56 semi-automatic rifles of the reserve armed forces or the Type 95 rifles of the active-duty troops at the firing range, which felt completely different from this thing.

He had only seen Li Yunlong wield this Mauser pistol in the TV series "Bright Sword" and had read about its legendary status in historical documents.

Lin Feng looked up at Zhao Dashan and readily admitted, "I've never used this gun before. Where's the safety? How do I cock it?"

Zhao Dashan leaned closer: "Sir, this is a Hans-made original M1932, commonly known as the Mauser C96 or the Box Gun, and also called the 20-shot version. Compared to the C96, the barrel length has been increased to 140 mm, and it can fire in bursts."

As he spoke, he pointed to an inconspicuous small trigger on the left side of the gun: "This is the fire selector. Pushing it forward to 'N' makes it semi-automatic, and pulling it once fires one shot. Pulling it to 'R' makes it fully automatic, and holding the trigger down will fire 20 shots in one go."

Zhao Dashan then pointed to a small toy next to the hammer at the butt of the gun and said, "This is the standby safety."

Finally, he demonstrated how to change to a 20-round magazine and cock the gun.

Lin Feng did as instructed, pulling out a magazine from his ammunition pouch, which was filled with 20 rounds of bright yellow 7.63x25mm Mauser pistol bullets.

"Click."

Insert a new magazine, pull the lever, and chamber a bullet.

The crisp mechanical sound was exceptionally clear in the silent cell.

He gripped the gun handle tightly, straightened his arm, and assumed a standard aiming posture, feeling the center of gravity and balance.

"Not bad." Lin Feng pushed the safety back and put the gun back in its holster. "After this trip through time, at least I can fire a real gun."

The frustration and resentment I felt about dying suddenly from overwork were suddenly diluted by this heavy sense of reality.

He fastened his belt, patted the ammunition pouch on his waist, which was filled with the remaining 7 magazines, each with 20 rounds, plus the ones in his gun, which was exactly the 160 rounds of ammunition specified in the system interface.

Now, I am free.

He had a gun in his hand and soldiers around him.

Lin Feng glanced at the eight fully armed engineers in front of him, then looked at the system panel in his mind.

190 redemption points remaining.

That's enough to do something more.

But he did not immediately continue exchanging the currency.

We need to figure out what's going on outside first.

"Zhao Dashan, take two men and find out the layout of this stronghold, focusing on the number of people, weapons, and sentries."

"Yes, sir."

Zhao Dashan waved his hand, and two engineers followed closely behind, disappearing into the darkness outside the door like shadows.

Lin Feng then led the remaining men to quietly move into the shadows outside the cell and waited silently.

Moonlight spilled into the backyard of the mountain village, illuminating the haphazardly piled firewood and an old well.

From the direction of the front hall in the distance, the faint sounds of drinking games and laughter could be heard.

Lin Feng leaned against the earthen wall, his mind racing.

The mess left behind by the original owner? Bandits from Erlong Mountain?

No, none of that matters.

The important thing is the time: July of the 26th year of the Republic of China.

The original owner's memory was hazy; he only remembered reading in the newspapers that the Japanese were putting pressure on the 29th Army in Beijing and Tianjin.

But Lin Feng knew very well that gunfire would break out outside Beiping on July 7th.

Once the full-scale War of Resistance against Japan breaks out, the flames of war will rage across the land.

As the head of the security regiment, he was located in Zhejiang Province, the stronghold of the White Party's central army. When the situation in Shanghai became critical, all the surrounding troops would definitely be filled in.

Luodian, a meat grinder, a place where lives were taken to fill the hole.

"Cannon fodder... I will never be cannon fodder."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wooden handle of the Mauser pistol.

But his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He has a system.

With Level I access, you can redeem four basic squads. Although their equipment is at the level of the National Revolutionary Army in the early stages of the War of Resistance, they are well-trained and absolutely loyal.

Killing enemies earns you merit points.

Once you accumulate 1000 points and upgrade to Level II access, what can you redeem?

Mortar squad? Mountain gun squad? Or anti-tank gun squad?

Even... anti-aircraft guns that could shoot down those arrogant Japanese planes.

The thought of possibly commanding entire artillery units in the future, unleashing firepower on the Japanese positions and the Iron Turtle, made Lin Feng want to shout out loud.

Fight the Japanese devils!

Beat them hard!

This thought was stronger than anything else.

Looking at the remaining 192 exchange points, Lin Feng didn't exchange for a new squad, but instead opened the supply exchange list.

[List of Supply Items]

1000 rounds of 7.92x57mm Mauser rifle cartridges: 4 rounds

[1000 rounds of 7.92x57mm round-nosed Mauser rifle cartridge: 3 rounds]

[1000 rounds of 7.63x25mm Mauser pistol ammunition: 3 rounds]

1000 rounds of 9x19mm Parabellum pistol ammunition: 3 rounds

[50 wooden-handled grenades manufactured by a Shanghai arsenal: 3 points]

[50 rounds of 50mm ammunition (grenades, smoke shells, white phosphorus incendiary shells, etc.) for the Type 10 grenade launcher: 5 points]

……

With a thought, Lin Feng frantically scrolled down the list, revealing a long list of various ammunition supplies, followed by civilian supplies.

[Individual medical first aid kit (containing sulfonamides, gauze, tourniquet, morphine, etc.) 50 packs: 3 points]

[1 ton of eggs: 36 points]

[1 ton of rice: 10 o'clock]

……

Looking at the extensive list of supplies, Lin Feng nodded.

The White Party's logistical capabilities are well-known. They relied entirely on their troops to ensure they didn't go hungry. Now, with the system in place, at least they don't have to worry about ammunition and food.

Next, Lin Feng opened the vehicle redemption list and prayed silently.

I'm not even hoping to exchange for Tiger tanks, T-34s, or Shermans; I'd be happy just to exchange for armored vehicles and trucks...

Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits...

[List of Vehicles]

On the interface, there is only one lonely item.

[One donkey-drawn cart: 2 o'clock]

[Description: One driver and one donkey are paired with a wooden, rubber-wheeled flatbed cart, with a maximum load capacity of 600kg. Note: Remember to feed your livestock well, and then pray it doesn't get sick.]

Fine……

Lin Feng smacked his lips. "No matter what, with a donkey cart, we won't have to carry things on our shoulders or by hand."

After confirming the logistical issues, Lin Feng prepared to begin massing troops.

Erlong Mountain is strategically important, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but he is currently inside the mountain stronghold, and the soldiers he exchanged for appeared directly in the stronghold.

Moreover, the bandits had just won a battle and captured a "valuable" regimental commander, which was the time when they were most relaxed.

He focused his mind on the system and operated it quickly.

[Exchange for 9 basic Nationalist Army infantry squads, costing 72 points]

[Exchange for 2 basic Nationalist Army heavy machine gun squads, costing 20 points]

[Exchange for 2 basic Nationalist Army grenade launcher sets, costing 12 points]

[86 redemption points remaining]

[Unit generation complete]

Soon, more than 100 people appeared in the dark corner of the mountain stronghold.

"Sir, we've figured it out."

Zhao Dashan crouched down and crept back, lowering his voice and speaking quickly: "There are about ten bandits in the front hall, drinking. Judging from their clothes, they seem to be the leaders."

"There were about twenty people sleeping in the row of shacks on the east side, snoring loudly. There were more than a dozen tables set up in the open space of the courtyard, where bandits numbering sixty to eighty were having an open-air feast. Their guns were piled against the wall, not at hand."

"The two hidden sentries on the back mountain have been taken out without alerting anyone. These are the only people who can move around in the village right now. There should still be sentries on the earthen walls and at the entrance to the mountain path, but I haven't seen them come back to relieve us."

Lin Feng nodded.

The situation is better than expected.

These bandits won a great victory and are now so wary they're practically feeding dogs.

He stood up from behind the haystack where he was hiding, walked to a broken section of the wooden fence, and looked out through the gap.

Under the moonlight, a few dozen meters away by the earthen wall, two bandits on night watch leaned against each other and dozed off, with two old shovels casually leaning against the wall.

One of them was even holding a wine jar.

"That's quite relaxed."

Lin Feng shrank back, taking on the role of commander, his mind racing.

手里现在有：9个步兵班（108人），2个重机枪班（12人），2个掷弹筒组（4人），1个工兵班（8人）。

A total of 132 people, fully armed and well-trained.

Across from them: a hundred or so drunk bandits, weapons out of their hands, their leaders gathered inside the house.

The advantage lies with me.