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

Lin Feng stood there, pondering the three options.

Infantry squads...can be upgraded to Hans or White Eagle equipment?

He suddenly understood.

Historically, before the War of Resistance against Japan, the National Revolutionary Army did purchase a considerable amount of Han equipment to form elite regiments, but later switched to receiving military aid from the White Eagle, which declared war on the Japanese.

This system setting does fit the historical context.

However, why could the engineer squad only upgrade to Hans equipment last night?

Perhaps because engineers are a technical branch of the military, the engineering system on the Hans side was more complete?

Or is it that the upgrade paths for different troop types have different focuses in the system settings?

If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

Lin Feng refocused his attention on the options and began to analyze them quickly.

In terms of machine gun firepower and sustained firepower, the Hans infantry squad was undoubtedly the most formidable.

The MG34 can be quickly reloaded with a 50-round drum magazine or fired continuously with belt-fed ammunition, achieving a rate of fire of 800 to 900 rounds per minute. A squad equipped with one MG34 had the firepower equivalent to an entire platoon of the Nationalist Army.

Moreover, the National Revolutionary Army mainly used the Type 24 rifle, which, like the Type 98k and MG34, used the 7.92×57mm Mauser cartridge. This cartridge was very easy to resupply in Daxia at that time.

What about the White Eagle Team?

Two Thompson submachine guns are indeed fierce at close range, with their large drum magazines spraying water and firing indiscriminately, making them invincible in urban warfare.

But the BAR, although it's called an automatic rifle, is actually a light machine gun. However, it only has a 20-round magazine, requires frequent reloading, and its sustained firepower is even worse than the Czech-made one.

Furthermore, the Thompson uses .45 ACP pistol ammunition, the BAR uses .30-06 rifle ammunition, and the Springfield rifle also uses .30-06. However, there is almost no production line for .30-06 ammunition in the Republic of China. Although their own system allows them to exchange points for ammunition, what if they run out of money?

Relatively speaking, the White Eagle equipment has a supply problem.

The last elite Nationalist Army squad...

8 merit points, the cheapest.

All equipment was localized. The Type 24 rifle was a copy of the Mauser 1924 and a cousin of the Type 98k. The Czech light machine gun was recognized as one of the most reliable light machine guns during the War of Resistance. The company had a full supply of spare parts.

The key difference is that there's an extra machine gun.

The basic squad originally had only one Czech-made machine gun, but after the upgrade, it became two, effectively doubling the squad's firepower.

It has the best cost performance, but the lack of submachine guns in the team is a major drawback.

Next, the Battle of Shanghai, not far from Zhejiang Province, was mostly street fighting in the early stages. He remembered that even the "meat grinder" of Luodian was fought in the county town of Luodian. Submachine guns that could spray water at close range were extremely important.

Moreover, judging from the system's relatively historical squad upgrade route, the next upgrade for the infantry squad equipped by Hans should be the G43 semi-automatic rifle plus the MG42 machine gun, right?

The infantry squads equipped by the White Eagles are estimated to be upgraded to the M1 Garand, the "big eight-shot" gun, and the M1919 light machine gun.

How much further can a simple state-owned machinery production team be upgraded?

He only has 85 merit points in total, so he has to be careful with them.

Upgrading a Hansbah requires 15 points, and the same amount of merit points can upgrade almost two elite National Army squads.

Two elite Nationalist Army squads, with a total of four Czech-made guns, were not necessarily inferior to a single MG34 gun in a Hans squad, especially when ammunition was plentiful.

"Never mind, let's not upgrade for now."

On a whim, he closed the interface.

Lin Feng made up his mind: wait until he had more merit points and then see what the needs were. If it required attacking or defending, he would upgrade a few Hansplatoons as spearheads; if he wanted stability and convenient resupply, he would upgrade elite Nationalist Army squads in batches.

Just then, the patrolling infantry squad walked up to him.

The twelve officers and soldiers all turned to their right, saluted in unison, and stared at him with piercing eyes.

"Good morning, sir!"

The voice was loud and clear.

Lin Feng subconsciously straightened his chest and raised his head, returning the salute.

That secret thrill welled up inside me again.

In his past life, he was "Xiao Lin," a worker who was bossed around by his manager and a "blessing" who worked overtime until late at night.

Now, he is the "commander" in the eyes of these soldiers, the commander of this small unit.

Although he was only the head of a security regiment on the surface, and his opponents were just bandits.

But it feels... really great.

Lin Feng lowered his arm and strode towards the center of the mountain stronghold.

As the morning light grew brighter, the scenery of the mountain village gradually became clearer.

The traces of last night's fierce battle are still visible. Half of the Juyi Hall was blown up, and the blackened wood is still smoking. There are dark red bloodstains on the open ground, which can still be seen even though they have been covered with soil.

The body was gone; it must have been dragged to the back of the mountain and buried by the soldiers.

The prisoners had all disappeared. When Lin Feng asked, he learned that they had been put into the livestock shed in the mountain stronghold and were now being guarded by soldiers with guns.

And in the open space in the center...

Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

Several large wooden crates were neatly arranged on the ground, with sacks and cloth bags piled up next to them, as well as two horse-drawn carriages that had been cleaned up. The horses were eating hay with their heads down and snorting.

Spoils of war.

His spoils!

When Zhao Dashan saw Lin Feng approaching, he immediately jogged over and saluted: "Sir."

"How is the situation?" Lin Feng asked.

"Everything has been counted."

Zhao Dashan smiled, clearly having had a good haul: "The bandits' treasure vault has been found, in a cave in the back mountains, covered by stone slabs. The rooms of the other leaders have also been searched."

He pointed to the things on the ground and began his report:

"A total of over four thousand two hundred dollars in silver dollars and legal tender."

4200?

Lin Feng was a little confused. Was this a lot or a little?

He only knew that one silver dollar contained more than 23 grams of silver, and that in later generations, it would be worth thousands of dollars as an antique. But what was its value at that time?

I vaguely remember that when I was in school, history class mentioned the devaluation of the gold yuan and the currency of the Republic of China. At first, one silver dollar or legal tender could buy 100 catties of rice, and five silver dollars could buy a cow.

After the war, one yuan could only buy a match.

The thought that he had arrived in this era of rampant currency devaluation made Lin Feng curse inwardly, "What a damn idea! Damn White Party!"

As for whether silver dollars are worth anything now? Well, I'll find out when I get back to the county town and check the prices.

Zhao Dashan continued to report the names of the dishes as if he were reciting them.

"Twenty-seven small yellow croakers (one tael of gold bar each)."

"Five large yellow croakers (ten taels of gold bars)."

"The silver ingots and loose silver pieces add up to about three hundred taels."

"A box full of jewelry, its value hasn't been carefully assessed yet."

"Regarding grains, there were 20 shi of rice, 35 shi of miscellaneous grains, and over 300 jin of salted meat."

"In terms of weaponry, there were twelve old-fashioned rifles and Hanyang rifles, twenty-one Mannlicher quick-firing guns, and more than twenty homemade guns. There wasn't much ammunition, only a little over two thousand rounds in total. There were also a few machetes and spearheads."

"in addition……"

Zhao Dashan lowered his voice: "We found some letters in the hidden compartment of One-Eyed Dragon's room."

He handed me a stack of letters.

Lin Feng took it and quickly flipped through it.

The first few letters were correspondence with certain local gentry in the county, and the content was nothing more than complaints about which chamber of commerce had committed robbery, kidnapping, looting, and bribery...

Lin Feng smacked his lips, remembering a movie he had seen in his previous life.

Well, these bandits from Erlong Mountain are actually "fake pockmarked men" raised by "Huang Silang".

But the last two letters...

His eyes turned cold.

One letter was written in Japanese script and signed "Ryosuke Komatsu." It promised that "after the Imperial Army arrives, I will appoint you as the commander of the Qingxian Security Army and provide you with weapons and ammunition."

The other letter was from the county, introducing the background of Lin Feng, the original owner of this body, as the head of the security regiment, and detailed intelligence about the security regiment...

"Damn it, you traitorous dog."

"Damn it, the original owner of this body has been messed with."

Lin Feng cursed under his breath, folded the letter, and stuffed it into his pocket.

These things will be useful when we settle scores with certain people later.

He looked up at the spoils of war, his mind racing:

Gold and silver can be directly exchanged for system points, and jewelry should also be able to be exchanged for money.

The food can be saved for the troops.

As for those broken weapons...

The Mannlicher Rifle, also known as the Steyr-Mannlicher M1895 rifle, if he remembers correctly, is an old Austro-Hungarian rifle from the last century, right?

It seems that the Beiyang New Army used this and the old sleeve back then?

Perhaps it can be sold to the system for recycling?

He tried to connect to the system using his mind.

"System, can these old weapons be recycled?"

[Old-style rifle: 0.1 exchange points/each]

[Mannlicher Rifle: 0.1 exchange points/rifle]

[Hanyang Rifle: 0.2 points/rifle]

[Homemade guns: No recycling value]

Sure enough, the system didn't even want these broken guns.

With the system around, he naturally wouldn't even look at it.

"Keep it for now. Remember to remind me to find a way to sell it when I get back."

"System, how do I recharge my exchange points?"

50 silver dollars, 1.18 kg of silver, or 39 g of gold = 1 point

That's over 80 exchange points, which is enough to buy 10 basic Nationalist Army infantry squads.

Lin Feng was fairly satisfied with the harvest and waved to Zhao Dashan:

"Pack the gold and silver jewelry separately and give them to me later. Load the rest of the food and miscellaneous weapons onto the carts. Tie up all the prisoners and take them down the mountain. We're going back to the county town."

Valuable items were naturally stored directly in the system space, while large quantities of grain and other goods were loaded onto trucks. Together with the prisoners being escorted, this marked the complete annihilation of the Erlongshan stronghold.

"Yes." Zhao Dashan turned around to make the arrangements.

Lin Feng walked up to the wooden crates and opened one of the lids.

The gleaming silver dollars reflected the morning light.

He grabbed a handful, and the silver coins slipped through his fingers, making a clattering sound.

That voice is so beautiful.

This is all seed money.

With this money, he could exchange for more troops to prepare for the real battle to come.

You just wait, Huang Silang, who framed the original owner of this body in Qing County, and the future Japanese devils too.