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

"A meeting?"

Lin Feng returned the greeting, his face remaining calm, but a thought suddenly jolted in his mind.

It's making a buzzing sound.

Those who are well-versed in history and travel through time are familiar with the events in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Throughout history, meetings and banquets have always been the best venues for launching attacks and eliminating political enemies.

What's the situation now?

He had just disobeyed orders and retreated, albeit to preserve his strength, but he had still been given grounds for legal repercussions under military law.

In addition, Sun Yixian, that scoundrel from the 88th Division, must have gone to file a complaint first.

This trip might very well become a signal to "throw a cup as a warning".

If Commander Zhu were to shout "Take him down!", it wouldn't be impossible for the axemen... no, the military police who were lying in ambush around him to rush up, tie him up, and drag him out to be shot.

After all, Cao Cao could use human heads to boost morale, and Commander Zhu might not be unable to do the same.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, looking at the staff officer, a cryptic smile appearing on his face:

"Okay, I understand. Please tell Commander Zhu that I will reorganize the military affairs and arrive shortly."

The staff officer didn't think much of it; after conveying the mission, he turned around, mounted his horse, and left.

Watching the staff officer's departing figure, Lin Feng's smile vanished instantly.

"The mountains!"

"Here." Zhao Dashan popped out from the side.

"Assemble the combat engineer company. Everyone, take your submachine guns and flamethrowers and come with me to headquarters." Lin Feng lowered his voice. "Remember, load your weapons and put the safety on."

"Cousin, are you going to..." Zhao Yushu could also sense the murderous aura emanating from his cousin.

"Go to the meeting."

Lin Feng snorted coldly.

At the same time, his thoughts sank into the system space.

There, the Tiger tank, whose gearbox had just been repaired and whose fuel and ammunition had been fully replenished, lay quietly in the void.

The 88mm muzzle is menacing, seemingly ready to devour anyone at any moment.

If Commander Zhu really dares to turn against me and resort to military law, I'll just release this 56-ton steel monster.

Driving a tank in the headquarters compound, I'd like to see who dares to stop me!

-----

Not long after, on the banks of the Suzhou River, in front of the Western-style house that had been requisitioned as the temporary headquarters of the 9th Army Group.

The atmosphere was tense, with guards every three steps and sentries every five.

As Lin Feng led his menacing engineering company to the door, they were stopped by a lieutenant colonel adjutant wearing a military police armband.

The adjutant's eyelids twitched as he looked at the heavily armed soldiers behind Lin Feng, all carrying submachine guns he had never seen before, and some carrying heavy steel cylinders and holding iron pipes.

This isn't a meeting; this is clearly a task-solving session.

"Brigade Commander Lin, the Commander is waiting inside."

The adjutant, steeling himself, forced a professional smile and reached out to block the way:

"Um... according to protocol, for security reasons, all participating officers' guards must remain outside the compound on guard. Also..."

He pointed to the pistol at Lin Feng's waist:

"Please remove your sidearm, Commander Lin, and hand it over for safekeeping. This is routine procedure, please excuse us."

"Oh? Just a routine matter?"

Lin Feng looked at him with a half-smile.

If it were an ordinary warlord, he would probably be furious by now. Surrendering their weapons would leave them like meat on a chopping block.

But who is Lin Feng?

He is a walking arsenal.

"Alright, since it's a rule, then let's follow the rule."

Lin Feng readily unfastened the pistol from his waist and slammed it, holster and all, onto the tray in his adjutant's hand with a crisp "snap".

He even shrugged, indicating that he had nothing on him.

The adjutant clearly hadn't expected that Brigade Commander Lin, who had captured the regimental flag and carried the highest honor, would be so easy to talk to.

He paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your cooperation, Brigade Commander Lin. Please come in."

Lin Feng straightened his military uniform collar and strode inside.

But inwardly, he sneered:

Idiot.

If you had X-ray vision, you could see that in my personal space, there are dozens of submachine guns lying around, thousands of grenades, countless rifles, and even a few cannons and a tank.

Take my gun?

Unless you can dismantle the system in my head.

As Lin Feng reached the gate, he glanced back at Zhao Dashan, who was guarding outside, and made a subtle gesture.

Zhao Dashan nodded almost imperceptibly, his hand quietly reaching for his waist.

Lin Feng turned around, took a deep breath, and went inside.

-----

In the conference room, long tables were filled with senior commanders from various divisions and brigades.

Their faces were solemn, some even somewhat dejected.

By now, who hasn't suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Shanghai?

Commander Zhu, seated at the head of the table, had a grim face.

To his left stood Commander Sun, spitting as he spoke, his performance a tearful and dramatic display of emotion.

"Commander, you must stand up for me! That Lin Feng is simply audacious!"

As the flank cover force, he fled without a fight and abandoned the position without authorization, causing the flank of my 88th Division to be completely exposed to Japanese fire.

My 262nd Brigade, they were the apple of my eye! Because of their desertion, we were surrounded and annihilated by the Japanese, suffering heavy losses and forced to withdraw from the battle.

"This cowardly traitor who betrayed his allies must be court-martialed and executed! Executed immediately!"

Commander Sun spoke with such righteous indignation, as if he were the hero who held out to the very end and suffered all the injustices.

However, his colleagues looked at him with strange and disdain.

We're all ancient foxes, why are we playing at Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?

The sound of cannons roared for days and nights from the North Station, and the flames turned half the sky red.

Who doesn't know that the 1st Honor Brigade is fighting the Japanese to the death over there?

On the contrary, it was your 88th Division, led by Sun, that ran faster than a rabbit, and now you still have the nerve to turn the tables?

"Cough cough."

Commander Zhu Shao coughed twice, and was about to speak when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Commander Sun, that was a great performance. It's a waste of your talent that you're not an actor."

Lin Feng walked in, exuding a chilling aura, and immediately began to mock him face-to-face.

"Lin Feng, you still dare to come?!" Commander Sun pointed at Lin Feng, his expression fierce but his heart was weak.

"Why wouldn't I dare to come?"

Lin Feng sneered, walked straight to the table, and threw several blood-stained diaries and several crumpled telephone records on the table.

"Slap."

"Sirs, please take a look."

Lin Feng pointed at the evidence, his voice icy:

"This is a diary of a company or platoon leader that was found on the abandoned position of the 88th Division. It clearly states who ordered the retreat and who abandoned the wounded soldiers."

"And here's this battlefield phone log. Before retreating, Regiment Commander Zhang Wenzhong made countless calls to your division headquarters, but what happened? No one answered."

"Who deserted? Who betrayed their comrades? Commander Sun, do you want to read this diary aloud in front of everyone?!"

Lin Feng grabbed a blood-stained diary, turned to a page, and read aloud:

"October 23rd, rain. The division headquarters ordered a retreat, forbidding the taking of seriously wounded soldiers. The battalion commander cried, and I cried too. We abandoned our brothers who had shared life and death... Commander Sun, you are a coward."

After reading it aloud, Lin Feng slammed the diary shut and threw it hard at Sun's face.

The meeting room erupted in uproar, and everyone looked at Sun with schadenfreude.

The Flying General finally understood. Everyone else already knew what was going on, but he was the only one still playing the clown.

"You..." Division Commander Sun pretended to be hit and took a step back, his face turning pale and then red. "This is a forgery, this is a slander."

In fact, he secretly reached out to draw his gun.

However, the pistols had already been handed over at the door.

Then, Lin Feng suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes fierce.

"What do you want? I'm a lieutenant general and division commander, a graduate of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy..."

"Smack!!!"

A crisp, clear slap echoed throughout the conference room.