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

The STG44 is the ancestor of all assault rifles that came after it, and the first weapon in World War II to use an intermediate-power cartridge.

It uses 7.92×33mm rifle short cartridges, has a longer range and higher accuracy than a typical submachine gun, and can automatically spray water at close range.

At engagement distances of 150-400 meters, this is the boss.

Looking at the machine gunner next to him, the weapon in his hand has changed to the infamous Hitler chainsaw—the MG42 general-purpose machine gun.

The rate of fire is as high as 1200 rounds per minute.

You can't tell the number of shots from the gunshot; it's just a long "whoosh" sound, like tearing cloth.

In urban warfare, blocking off streets with this thing is like the Grim Reaper's scythe; it can cut down any number of Japanese soldiers that come.

There's also the G43 semi-automatic rifle, which doesn't require pulling the bolt; it fires with every pull. It has a 10-round magazine, and its sustained firepower and rate of fire are far superior to the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

With the remaining 98k and P08 pistols, this was roughly the weapon configuration of the elite armored grenadiers of the Hanseatic Army in 44.

Upgrading to the elite German-equipped squad is expensive, but it's worth it.

In open field battles, one squad could suppress three platoons (Japanese squads).

Are you going to use this equipment to fight the Japanese for 37 years?

That's a dimensional reduction attack.

I had just finished upgrading my troops and hadn't even had time to mass-produce more when I heard a loud commotion of engines outside.

"Brigade Commander! Brigade Commander!"

After Lin Feng signaled the various battalions to disperse, he led his guards out of the camp.

Zhao Dashan came running over, shouting, his face beaming, a tin can clutched in his hand.

"Director Wang's men followed me back. Good heavens, more than a dozen trucks blocked the camp gate."

Lin Feng walked over and saw that the parking lot was already full of trucks.

Several quartermasters were directing the laborers to unload the goods, their shouts rising and falling.

Clang!

Boxes of wood were smashed on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

I pried it open and took a look.

It's all canned meat.

Some of the metal cans had foreign writing printed on them, and Lin Feng recognized them as John's corned beef cans.

Some even have the two large Chinese characters for "Meilin" written on them.

"Huh, is it Merlin's ham cans again?"

Zhao Yushu also ran over from the militia's encampment and saw the canned ham from the Shanghai Meilin Factory, which he loved.

"Let me tell you, my cousin used to love eating this!"

Lin Feng glanced at Zhao Yushu, who immediately shut up timidly.

He never imagined that the famous Merlin canned food that would become famous in later generations actually existed at that time.

Unloading was still ongoing, and next to the canned goods were bags of snow-white flour and rice, piled up like small mountains.

And those boxes of brand-new Hanyang rifles, along with their matching round-nosed bullets, were a pleasing sight to behold.

The most eye-catching thing was those heavy boxes.

Open a crack.

It glittered with silver light.

It's all in silver dollars.

Zhang Wenzhong arrived at this time and stood aside, completely dumbfounded.

He was holding a can of food, his hands trembling as if he were holding the Imperial Seal of the State.

"This...this is all for us?"

He turned to look at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Lin Feng nodded. Zhang Wenzhong had already pledged his loyalty, which meant he was in his own unit.

His 1000 Hanyang rifles were for Zhang Wenzhong's troops, so naturally he couldn't skimp on a few cans of meat.

"Brigade Commander Lin... oh no, my esteemed commander. Your methods are... your approach is far too unconventional!"

Zhang Wenzhong was a native of Baoding and had been involved in the military circles of the Great Xia for many years. He knew all too well the ins and outs of this place.

As a guest force, the 3rd Security Brigade had just arrived in Shanghai and was unfamiliar with the place and its people.

When other ragtag troops arrive, they are neglected and unloved, unable to even get a hot meal, and are instead used as cannon fodder to fill trenches.

But what about Lin Feng?

It's only been half a day.

Did he get in touch with the powerful general in charge of military supplies?

How did they manage to acquire so many scarce resources?

Canned meat, rice, and wheat flour!

These days, even the main divisions of the Central Army might not be able to eat meat every meal.

Dihua began.

Zhang Wenzhong instantly imagined a whole drama unfolding in his mind.

This Brigade Commander Lin is definitely not an ordinary rich kid.

There must be some hidden connection to the heavens behind this.

I heard that Brigade Commander Lin is from Fenghua, Zhejiang Province. Maybe he's related to the Song or Kong families?

Or something even more...?

Otherwise, how can we explain such extraordinary methods?

Zhang Wenzhong looked at Lin Feng with a fanatical gaze, the excitement of having found a powerful patron, which made Lin Feng feel a little uncomfortable.

Could Zhang Wenzhong be from Chengdu, Sichuan Province?

After some discussion, Lin Feng gave the order:

"The mountains."

"arrive."

"Pass down the order: extra food tonight."

Lin Feng waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens:

"Meat stewed with cabbage, rice and steamed buns galore, let the brothers fill their bellies to the brim. After we get to Zhabei in a few days, we won't have such good days anymore."

"yes!!"

Soon, cheers echoed throughout the camp.

That night, the entire camp of the Third Security Brigade was filled with the rich aroma of meat.

To these soldiers about to face their deaths, this was the most fragrant smell in the world.

-----

at the same time.

On the opposite bank of the Suzhou Creek, near the Sihang Warehouse.

The headquarters of the 88th Division was brightly lit.

Commander Sun, who would later be known as the "Flying General," was sitting on a leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine, his brows furrowed.

"Commander."

The chief of staff walked in, his expression somewhat strange.

"The Third Security Brigade of Zhejiang Province... has arrived."

"We've arrived, so we've arrived."

Commander Sun waved his hand impatiently, his eyes filled with malice:

"A bunch of ragtag troops. The First and Second Brigades have been wiped out. Let them fill the gap at the North Station and give our brothers a breather."

"No... Commander, there's something I need to tell you..."

The chief of staff lowered his voice and whispered in Division Commander Sun's ear:

"I heard... that Lin Feng wiped out an entire Japanese regiment in Qibao Town."

"puff--"

Commander Sun spat out a mouthful of red wine, staining the carpet red.

"Cough cough cough... What did you say? Annihilate an entire regiment? Does he even know how to fly to the moon? Doesn't he even think before he speaks?"

"It's true."

The chief of staff, with a grave expression, handed over a telegram:

"Commander Zhu has confirmed it. Moreover... they also captured a regimental flag."

"The regimental flag?!"

Commander Sun suddenly stood up, smashing his wine glass on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

His eyes instantly turned red.

That was the light of greed.

As a student of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy, he knew all too well the weight of this banner.

That was something that could make him rise to prominence and leave his mark on history.

How could it have fallen into the hands of a mere security chief?

What a waste!

"Oh shit……"

Commander Sun paced back and forth in the room, his leather boots making a dull thud on the floor.

He was making a series of calculations in his mind.

"This credit... we can't let him take it all by himself."

He stopped in his tracks, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Qibao Town...that's also the flank of our 88th Division's defense zone."

"Since the fighting took place near our defense zone, did our 88th Division... also provide crucial fire support and intelligence support?"

"Or... could it be that our 88th Division takes the lead, with their security regiment playing a supporting role?"

Commander Sun stroked his chin, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Go and send a telegram to Commander Zhu."

"So... I have an important report to give regarding the great victory at Qibao Town."

"Also, send someone to make contact with that Lin Feng."

Commander Sun straightened his collar, resuming his sanctimonious demeanor:

"Tell him, young man, you have a long road ahead. There are some things he can't control. Leave them to me, and I'll guarantee his future."