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

Frontline, 262nd Brigade Command Post.

Brigade Commander Liao was hunched over the map, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"Ring ring—"

The field phone rang.

Brigade Commander Liao grabbed the microphone: "This is the 262nd Brigade, speak."

The urgent voice of Division Commander Sun came through the receiver: "I order your unit to immediately abandon its current positions and retreat to the rear."

"What? Retreat?!"

Brigade Commander Liao was stunned for a moment, then loudly retorted:

"Commander, we can't retreat now. If we retreat, the right flank of the North Station will be completely empty."

He pointed to the location of the North Station on the map, his emotions running high:

"The 1st Honorary Brigade next door is still holding out at the North Station. Although Major General Lin is from a ragtag background, he is fighting with real grit."

Our 88th Division is the face of the Central Army, a model of German-equipped divisions. How can we falter at this crucial time? How can we be inferior to a former security brigade?!

"We can still hold on; the brothers are still breathing."

Commander Liao was a man of courage and integrity.

He was unconvinced.

Why is it that the 1st Honorary Brigade was able to annihilate the Japanese regiment and hold the North Station, while the Imperial Guards are forced to desert?

On the other end of the phone, Commander Sun was so angry his nose was crooked.

"You bastard, who's the division commander, you or me?!"

Commander Sun roared, "Don't you understand preserving our strength?! This is a strategic retreat, not an escape! I order you to carry out this order immediately, or I'll kill you!"

The brigade commander's hand holding the microphone bulged with veins, and he remained silent for a full five seconds.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow:

"Yes... the department understands."

"Commander, I will send a messenger to inform the 1st Honor Brigade on the flank that we are about to withdraw and that he should quickly consolidate his defenses to protect the flank."

This is a fundamental principle on the battlefield.

When friendly forces retreat, it is imperative to report it; otherwise, you are pushing your brother units into a fire pit.

However, a sinister voice came from the other end of the phone:

"No."

"No need?" The brigade commander was taken aback. "But..."

"No buts," Division Commander Sun interrupted him coldly. "I've already sent a staff officer from the division headquarters to inform Lin Feng. You take charge of your own troops and retreat immediately. Don't dawdle."

"……yes."

The brigade commander hung up the phone, looked at the still intense gunfire coming from the direction of the North Station, and slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn it, what kind of mess is this?"

Little did he know that Commander Sun hadn't sent any staff officers at all.

Inside the division headquarters.

Commander Sun put down the phone, a cruel and smug smirk playing on his lips.

Notify Lin Feng?

Keep dreaming.

"Hey Lin, you think you're so capable? You thought you could annihilate the entire regiment? You thought you wouldn't give me any face?"

Commander Sun straightened his top button, looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes were filled with malice:

"I'll sell your flank to the Japanese, let's see if you survive this time."

This is the Flying General's way of survival: when allies are in trouble, remain steadfast; when the enemy comes, retreat first.

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The defense zone of Zhang Wenzhong's regiment is located on the east wing of the North Station.

Zhang Wenzhong was lying in the trench, observing the 88th Division's position next door through binoculars.

"strangeness……"

Zhang Wenzhong frowned, put down his binoculars, and rubbed his eyes. "Old Wang, come take a look. Isn't it a bit too quiet over there?"

"Quiet?"

The deputy regimental commander next to him leaned over for a look and was equally bewildered: "Yeah, they were fighting fiercely just now, how come the gunfire has stopped? The Japanese aren't attacking anymore?"

Not only did the gunfire stop, but the Kuomintang flag that had been flying over the position had also disappeared without anyone knowing when.

Instead, there was a chilling, deathly silence.

"Something's not right, something's definitely not right."

Zhang Wenzhong was a seasoned veteran and a native of Baoding, possessing an instinctive intuition about the battlefield.

He suddenly remembered Lin Feng's instructions to him before the expedition: "Keep an eye on the flanks. If the 88th Division deserts ahead of schedule, you must notify me immediately!"

"Damn! These old Central Army soldiers, could they really have run away?!"

Zhang Wenzhong cursed and immediately grabbed the phone: "Connect to the brigade headquarters, quick, connect to the brigade headquarters."

On the other side, Lin Feng was staring at the map, thinking about the next defensive deployment.

"Ring ring ring—"

The phone rang suddenly.

Lin Feng grabbed the microphone: "This is Lin Feng."

"Commander, this is Zhang Wenzhong."

Zhang Wenzhong's anxious shout came from the other end of the phone:

"Something's happened, something's happened on the flank, that brigade of the 88th Division... is gone."

"The position is deserted. Our scouts just sneaked over to take a look, and good heavens, there wasn't a soul in the trenches, just a pile of trash."

"They left?! Without even saying goodbye?!"

Lin Feng's eyes instantly turned cold.

Although he already knew what kind of person General Fei was and had prepared himself mentally, Lin Feng was still shocked by the other party's shamelessness when this moment actually happened.

Without notifying friendly forces, they withdrew without authorization, resulting in a huge gap in the defense line.

This is going to ruin the Honor Brigade!

"Commander, what do we do? Our flank is open. If the Japanese sneak in from that side, we'll be surrounded."

Zhang Wenzhong's voice betrayed a hint of panic.

"What's the panic?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his voice revealing no panic. This composure, transmitted through the telephone line, instantly calmed Zhang Wenzhong down considerably.

"Old Zhang, now that the old men from the 88th Division have cleared the way, we should close the door for them."

Lin Feng sneered, a nameless anger rising from the depths of his heart:

"The Japanese think our flank is vulnerable and will definitely try to launch a sneak attack from there. Let them come."

"Pass on the order."

"The first battalion of the first regiment shall immediately move to the eastern flank and take over the positions left by the 88th Division."

"Since Commander Sun wants to see us make a fool of ourselves, then we'll put on a good show for him."

"I want to show those Japanese devils who are sneaking up from the flank what it means to kick a hornet's nest, and what a pleasant surprise is."

-----

"Hold on! Hold on for me!"

On the eastern flank of the North Station, Zhang Wenzhong lay prone in a muddy trench, firing repeatedly with his Browning M1910 pistol until the slide was pulled out.

He didn't bother wiping the mud splattered all over his face; he grabbed the Hanyang rifle from the militiaman next to him and cocked it.

On the other side, the 7th Regiment of the 6th Brigade of the 9th Division of the Japanese army, like a group of starving wild boars, launched a direct charge without any artillery preparation.

The Kanazawa Division was a unit in the Japanese army known for its "tenacious fighting and bravery," and was also famously headstrong.

After discovering that the 88th Division had retreated and the flank of the North Station was empty, they didn't even bother to wait for heavy artillery support from the rear. The regimental commander waved his sword and shouted "Banzai!" as he commanded the densely packed Japanese infantry, attempting to overwhelm Zhang Wenzhong's 2nd Regiment with bayonets and sheer numbers.