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

After handing over the civilians who hadn't managed to escape to the relief team and having them lead the civilians back to the concession for refuge, Lin Feng's smile instantly vanished.

"well……"

He weighed the light envelope in his hand; it was a donation from the Women's Salvation Association, and as the highest-ranking officer in the Sihang Warehouse, he naturally accepted it with a smile.

"That's all?"

Zhao Yushu leaned over for a look and also looked disappointed: "Only a few thousand yuan? That's too stingy! We're risking our lives for this!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Feng glared at him. "They did their best. These days, everyone's having a tough time. Besides..."

He glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window:

"I guess they also felt that we were doomed this time, and no matter how much money they gave us, we wouldn't live to spend it, so they might as well give us more food and drink to boost morale."

"Pah! What bad luck!" Zhao Yushu spat.

Lin Feng shook his head and put the envelope in his pocket.

At this moment, his heart was bleeding.

He has a system, he can spend money, give him more cash, it won't be wasted!

But he couldn't say it outright.

sorrow!

"Alright, Yushu, go and distribute the gifts they brought. They're just a token of their appreciation and will boost morale."

Next, Lin Feng led Zhao Dashan to an empty warehouse.

"Close the door, and nobody's allowed in!"

After confirming that no one was watching, Lin Feng made a thought.

"Splash—"

As if by magic, the once empty warehouse was instantly filled.

Those were the "spoils of war" he had plundered from various factories in Zhabei today—motors, lathes, raw material barrels, all piled up in a mess.

"Let's leave these things that nobody needs here for now, and deal with them later when we have the chance."

Then, he waved his hand again.

"Clang! Clang!"

Boxes of ammunition appeared out of thin air and were neatly stacked on the ground.

Those were the ammunition he had stockpiled, as well as supplies captured during the battles in Qibao Town and Beizhan.

"Dashan, go and have someone bring me the three regimental commanders, Zhang Wenzhong, Li Dadao, and Xie Zhongmin, and distribute their equipment."

……

Ten minutes later.

When Zhang Wenzhong, Li Dadao, and Xie Zhongmin entered the warehouse, all three were stunned by what they saw.

"My goodness..."

Li Dadao stroked the boxes of brand-new wooden-handled grenades, his mouth practically watering: "Brigadier, are these... are these all for us? Take whatever you want?"

"Take whatever you want," Lin Feng said boldly, "as long as the brothers can carry it!"

"Old Xie," Lin Feng said, pointing to a pile of gleaming machine guns in the corner, "I know your division retreated in a hurry, and didn't leave you many heavy weapons. Those 20 Czech-made machine guns and 10 Maxim machine guns over there are all yours!"

"General Lin!"

Xie Zhongmin looked at the brand-new machine guns, his body trembled violently, and he was so excited that his whole body was shaking slightly.

As a protégé of the fourth class of the Whampoa Military Academy and a lieutenant colonel in the 88th Division, what kind of world hadn't he seen?

He had never seen anything like this before, and his feelings were a complex mix of emotions.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood.

Think of their own division commander, who ran away without even saying goodbye in order to save his own life, leaving these hundreds of men in this deadly place as expendable pawns to cover the retreat.

Before leaving, they didn't even leave them enough extra ammunition and medicine.

Are they their superiors? They're being used as cannon fodder!

But what about Commander Lin in front of us?

They were from the Honorary Brigade, and had no connection with the 88th Division. They were just ordered to cooperate in guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and they didn't owe Xie Zhongmin a single penny.

The results of it?

When they arrived, they immediately started treating the wounded without saying a word, using sulfanilamide powder, which was more expensive than gold, on the wounded soldiers without batting an eye.

Now, they are sending him piles and piles of their own troops' heavy weapons.

What are brother units? This is it!

What is the demeanor of a leader? This is it!

Compared to the two, Xie Zhongmin felt his heart burning, his eyes stinging, and his throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.

"This...this is far too precious," Xie Zhongmin said in a hoarse voice. "Brigadier Lin, we...we are unworthy of such an offer!"

"We're all fighting the Japanese, so why distinguish between valuable and worthless items, or between what's yours and what's mine?"

Lin Feng patted his shoulder with great enthusiasm and force:

"Take this, don't hold back on bullets. I have plenty of these. When you see Japanese soldiers, just shoot them to death. Don't let the brothers use their bodies to block gun barrels anymore."

"call……"

Xie Zhongmin took a deep breath, abruptly raised his hand, and roughly wiped his face with his sleeve to hide the moisture in his eyes. He laughed self-deprecatingly:

"Haha, this warehouse... the wind is really strong today, it's getting in my eyes."

Then, he quickly adjusted his posture, bringing his feet together and straightening his back like a javelin, and solemnly saluted Lin Feng with a standard military salute, his eyes as firm as iron:

"The people of Zhongmin will certainly live up to General Lin's trust."

Zhang Wenzhong and Li Dadao, standing nearby, were also dumbfounded.

Li Dadao was carrying a box of grenades, his mouth stretched to his ears, and he looked at Lin Feng as if he were looking at a god of wealth descending to earth.

"Good heavens... I've fought half my life and I've never seen such a rich fighting style!" Li Dadao exclaimed. "With the brigade commander by my side, even if the King of Hell himself came, he'd have to eat two of my grenades before he could leave."

But Zhang Wenzhong, being a seasoned veteran, quickly saw through Lin Feng's intentions.

This is a way for our own brigade commander to win people's hearts and minds, and to undermine the 88th Division!

However, this corner was dug well.

A tough guy like Xie Zhongmin would be wasting his talents if he stayed under Commander Sun's command; he would be much more at home with his own brigade commander.

Zhang Wenzhong chuckled, leaned over and put his arm around Xie Zhongmin's shoulder, speaking in a tone of someone with experience:

"Old Xie, don't get too worked up. This is nothing yet!"

He pointed to the warehouse full of supplies, then pointed outside:

"This is just a drop in the ocean for our captain. You'll see later that there are plenty of benefits to working with us. Eating and drinking well are just the basics."

Most importantly—it's exhilarating, killing those Japanese devils is exhilarating!

Xie Zhongmin understood the recruiting intent in Zhang Wenzhong's words.

In the past, as a member of the Central Army's elite forces, he might have scoffed at this.

But now, having experienced the despair of being abandoned and the warmth of being rescued, his mindset has quietly changed.

He glanced at the spirited Lin Feng, then at the jubilant soldiers around him, and offered no rebuttal, only a meaningful smile.

At that moment, his heart did indeed stir violently.

Perhaps... this is the kind of commander who is truly worth following.

In the time that followed, the Sihang Warehouse turned into a carnival.

The soldiers lined up, receiving their ammunition with great joy, as if they were receiving red envelopes during Chinese New Year.

"Give me two more boxes of bullets, I can still carry more."

"Grenades, I want those bundled cluster grenades, they're awesome for blowing up tanks."

Each soldier's belt was tucked with four or five wooden-handled grenades, like a ring of clubs.

The bullet belt was bulging with five bullet clips, and its heavy weight gave people a sense of security.

Even the soldiers of the 88th Division were extremely excited.

After all, even the elite troops of the Central Army had never fought such a rich battle.

"Following General Lin is fucking awesome."

"Exactly, it would be worth dying for!"

All the officers and soldiers wore genuine smiles.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng felt a pang of emotion.

Sometimes, morale is that simple. Give them enough bullets and meat, and these guys will be willing to risk their lives for you.

Just then, Zhao Yushu rushed over and whispered in Lin Feng's ear:

"Cousin, Wang Tianlu is here, he's right at the door."

"Judging from his appearance... it seems like he came to say goodbye."

"Oh? Is that old fox trying to run away too?"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed.

"Okay, I'll go see him."