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

Lin Feng waved his hand and spent a fortune.

The playground was instantly enveloped in a soft light.

When the light faded, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the battalion had all changed.

If you ignore their typical Daxia people's faces, they look like a group of elite Han armored grenadiers who have traveled from 44.

Then, he followed the same method and upgraded all the heavy machine gun squads of the First and Second Battalions to MG34 general-purpose machine guns.

Lin Feng looked at the heavily armed troops in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned his gaze to his own system space.

There, piles of old equipment lay quietly.

Hundreds of Hanyang rifles, hundreds of Zhongzheng rifles, hundreds of Czech-made rifles... plus hundreds of Type 38 rifles and Type 96 light machine guns captured in previous battles.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's all money."

Lin Feng rubbed his hands together and smiled like a shrewd businessman.

In this chaotic world where whoever has a gun is king, weapons are the hard currency.

Of course, light weapons such as rifles and machine guns are often damaged in battle, and sometimes the damage is so severe that the rear repair crew cannot fix them.

Therefore, Lin Feng decided to keep some of the Chiang Kai-shek and Czech-made weapons as reserves and to strengthen the firepower of the 4th, 5th, and 6th battalions, and sell the rest of the weapons for money.

As for who to sell it to?

Of course it's Wang Tianlu.

This guy was really generous when he bought two Panzer II tanks from Lin Feng last time. He paid the remaining 16 silver dollars without batting an eye.

They even helped resolve the issue of the battalion flag award through their connections.

Lin Feng understood immediately that although the other party was only the head of the logistics department of the 9th Group Army, his connections were definitely powerful enough.

Having completed the upgrade of the main force, Lin Feng did not stop.

"System, exchange for 3 lieutenant-level command squads."

The next second, three lieutenants in crisp officer uniforms, with pistols at their waists, appeared in front of them.

They were surrounded by their fully armed guards.

"The three of you, report to the brigade headquarters and serve as operations staff officers."

"yes!"

Lin Feng then looked at the remaining 6 sergeants and 15 soldiers:

"You will be incorporated into the brigade headquarters and serve as guards and messengers."

In the previous battles, although a lot of Japanese artillery and vehicles were captured, most of them were damaged.

Some gun barrels exploded, some tracks broke, some had a big hole in the turret, and that unfortunate Tiger tank also had a problem with its gearbox, lying idle in its compartment collecting dust.

There are also our own armored vehicles and 38t tanks damaged by landmines. These are all treasures, so naturally they can't be sold as scrap metal.

"System, exchange for 10 basic engineer squads."

Lin Feng then upgraded these engineers into the [Basic Hans Equipment Repair Team].

In an instant, 10 oddly shaped half-track trucks appeared on the playground.

It was the Sd.Kfz.7 half-track repair vehicle.

The truck bed contained a small crane, and next to it were piled up welding machines, jacks, a full set of wrenches and various spare parts.

Eighty technical engineers lined up at the front. Although they carried P08 pistols at their waists for self-defense, in Lin Feng's eyes, these men were far more valuable than ordinary infantry units.

Lin Feng had a thought.

Clang! Clang!

Piles of junk appeared out of nowhere, filling most of the playground.

Those were cannons with blown-out barrels, the wreckage of a Japanese Type 89 tank with large holes, damaged guns, and the broken-down Tiger tank and other armored vehicles.

"What's your name?" Lin Feng asked, pointing to a sergeant engineer with a full beard standing at the front.

The sergeant saluted: "Reporting, sir, this is Sun Ziqiang!"

"Good! Sun Ziqiang!"

Lin Feng patted the hood of the half-track vehicle:

"From today onwards, you are the director of the First Honor Brigade's Armory Repair Factory. You and these brothers will repair these junk for me."

Repair what can be repaired, and dismantle what can't be repaired for spare parts. Even if it's just piecing things together, you have to assemble a few functional cannons for me.

"Yes, mission accomplished."

Sun Ziqiang immediately patted his chest and assured him.

After arranging all this, he exchanged several 38(t) tanks and 222 armored vehicles to make up for the previous battle losses.

Then there are the shells.

Both the 82mm and 120mm heavy mortars were money-devouring beasts. In battle, the high rate of fire of the mortars was a huge advantage, causing the Japanese soldiers to fall and be thrown into chaos.

However, replenishing ammunition after the war was a painful experience.

Lin Feng didn't expect the army group to be able to resupply these shells, so he used his exchange points to stockpile several more shells, bullets, and landmines.

"Alright, that's about enough."

Lin Feng glanced at the reduced number of exchange points.

The 16 yuan I spent on selling tanks has almost been used up by this shopping spree.

Current exchange points: 929

"We need to keep some emergency funds; we can't afford to build everything up."

Although selling tanks was a quick way to make money, he was aware of the risks.

Tanks are too conspicuous.

Two vehicles could be considered to be from special channels, but if I were to bring out ten or eight more, it would be like they were writing "I have a problem" on my face.

At that point, not only will the 9th Army Group be affected, but even the Military Intelligence Bureau will have to send people to investigate his background.

"Let's just lay low for a while. Light weapons aren't conspicuous anyway, so it doesn't matter how many we sell."

-----

Back at the North Station front line, Lin Feng sat at the map table and took out a small brown paper bag from his pocket.

This is the comfort bag we found on that Japanese artillery colonel when we were cleaning up the battlefield yesterday.

Although the Japanese soldiers were inhumane, their logistical support was indeed meticulous. The bag contained postcards, towels, soap, and a small box of candy.

He peeled one open; the wrapper had an upside-down angel logo printed on it, with the Chinese characters "森容" (Morinaga) written below.

Lin Feng looked at the two words and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

That's right, it's Morinaga.

This family is quite interesting. Later, one of their sons-in-law became the prime minister of the Japanese army, enjoying immense prestige.

Unfortunately, he ruined his reputation in his later years. After retiring, he was giving a speech on the street when a dissatisfied nerd shot him with a homemade sprayer, leaving him feeling "heartbroken and chilled to the bone".

Morinaga Milk Industry and Morinaga Confectionery are both companies owned by the Morinaga family.

"Click."

Lin Feng threw the Morinaga milk candy into his mouth and chewed it.

A rich, milky aroma mixed with a hint of saltiness explodes in your mouth.

The rock salt toffee flavor strikes a good balance between sweetness and saltiness, providing both calories and salt.

"Sugar really does produce dopamine."

Lin Feng squinted, savoring this insignificant pleasure.

In this meat grinder, this hint of sweetness is like a ray of light shining through hell, making people briefly forget the dismembered limbs outside.

After eating the candy, my mind cleared up, and it was time to get down to business.

Lin Feng turned his gaze to the Zhabei area on the map.

"As long as the casualty ratio remains at its current level, we can still afford to wait."

(Currently, this book updates once at noon and once in the evening. If the gift value reaches 100, an extra update will be added in the evening.)