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

Destroy one Japanese Type 1 twin-engine light bomber, earning +120 merit points.

Destroy one Japanese Type 1 twin-engine light bomber, earning +120 merit points.

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Destroy one Japanese Type 1 fighter plane, earn +60 merit points.

Destroy one Japanese Type 1 fighter plane, earn +60 merit points.

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[Kill 1 Japanese Army Captain, Merit Points +50]

[Kill one Japanese Army Sergeant, Merit Points +10]

[Kill 1 Japanese Army Pilot, Merit Points +4]

Seeing the dense list of kill notifications, Lin Feng's gloom instantly dissipated.

The two waves of air raids resulted in the Japanese suffering heavy losses.

The air defense units shot down a total of 5 twin-engine light bombers, and the 12 Type 95 fighters that attempted suicide ramming attacks were completely wiped out.

Except for the one "machine gun" that crashed into the roof, the others were all shot down, either exploding in mid-air or crashing into the surrounding Japanese positions, killing and wounding many of their own soldiers.

These aircraft, along with their elite pilots, all became nourishment for Lin Feng's system upgrade.

He glanced at the top of the system panel.

Current permission level: Level III (19401/20000)

"Less than 600 points away."

Lin Feng licked his lips.

It's just one step away from victory.

"Yushu, come with me for a walk."

Lin Feng closed the interface, tidied his somewhat disheveled military uniform, and began to inspect each floor of the building.

On the second floor, the system soldiers at the machine gun emplacements appeared unusually calm.

Even though a violent explosion had just occurred overhead, they remained firmly at their guns, some even carefully wiping the dust off the spare barrels of their MG42s, as if nothing had happened to them.

That's what professionalism is all about.

But when Lin Feng reached the third floor, the situation changed.

The troops stationed here were the defeated soldiers who were later taken in, as well as the new recruits who were conscripted in Qing County.

The atmosphere was noticeably tense.

Many young soldiers huddled behind sandbags, their faces pale and their eyes darting around, clearly terrified by the Japanese soldiers' frenzied, suicidal fighting style.

"Even planes have crashed into us... Do we even have a chance to survive?"

"I heard the military flag has fallen too... Is everything over?"

Whispers spread through the corner.

Lin Feng frowned, about to start reprimanding someone, when he saw a figure dart out before him.

It is Zhao Yushu.

The kid was just moments ago so scared his legs were weak, but now he seemed like a completely different person, puffing out his chest, waving his pistol, and shouting loudly:

"Why are you all hanging your heads? Huh?!"

Zhao Yushu plopped down on the ammunition box and pointed to the ceiling:

"Afraid of the Japanese planes? Pshaw, what's there to be afraid of!"

"Count them, how many planes came just now? More than twenty, right? And what happened? Only one crashed into us. Did our building collapse? No! Are we all dead? No."

He grabbed a greenhorn who looked like a recent recruit and asked loudly:

"Brother, where are you from?"

The soldier stammered, "I...I'm from Henan Province."

"Henan Province is great, the Central Plains, where heroes have emerged since ancient times."

Zhao Yushu gave a thumbs-up, spittle flying everywhere:

"Think about it, why did the Japanese planes ram us? It was because they had no other choice, they were desperate, and they were hurt by our Brigade Commander Lin."

"Every Japanese soldier we kill, every day we hold out in Shanghai, reduces the Japanese forces invading us, and makes our parents, wives, and children back home safer. Doesn't that make sense?!"

"We are now the nails, the nails driven into the hearts of the Japanese devils. As long as we are here, the Japanese devils will never have an easy time."

Zhao Yushu deliberately spoke in extremely vulgar language, using only plain language, but at this critical juncture, it was particularly effective.

The soldiers, who had been listless, slowly regained their light, and their grip on their guns tightened.

Lin Feng, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.

"This kid... he really has the potential."

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Then, the Japanese continued their madness.

After resorting to the suicidal tactic of crashing planes into buildings, ground troops followed suit, surging forward like a tidal wave.

This time, they pushed the Type 92 infantry guns and Type 41 mountain guns directly to the front line, engaging in face-to-face firefights with the Great Xia garrison inside the building.

They thought that the loud noise from the rooftop and the falling of the flag had terrified the defending troops and completely demoralized the isolated army.

But they were wrong.

Their response was met with even fiercer and more tenacious firepower.

Every window and every firing port seemed to spew flames of fury.

The battle raged from day to night without a moment's respite.

Under the pitch-black night.

On the rooftop, several high-powered searchlights lit up, their pale beams slicing through the darkness like sharp swords, scanning the surrounding ruins again and again.

The Japanese troops, attempting to sneak up under the cover of night, were immediately locked onto by beams of light and riddled with bullets the moment they showed themselves.

They won't get the better of each other at all.

……

"Thump! Thump!"

On the south bank of the Suzhou Creek, in the shadows beside the riverbank.

Liu Xiaodao suddenly looked up.

Several dazzling orbs of light rose from the opposite bank and slowly descended against the dark sky, illuminating the area around the Sihang Warehouse as bright as day.

He knew that those were flares fired by his compatriots who were still holding out in Zhabei.

Presumably, the defending troops discovered the Japanese troops attempting a night raid, which is why they fired precious flares to locate them.

Immediately afterwards, that chilling voice rang out.

"laugh------!!!"

It looked like someone was forcefully tearing apart a huge canvas.

That was the distinctive sound of machine guns firing from the 1st Honor Brigade, a nightmare for the Japanese soldiers.

A cold wind blew in, carrying the fishy smell of the river, and Liu Xiaodao couldn't help but shiver.

He wrapped his linen clothes tightly around himself and clutched an oilcloth bundle in his arms.

It was a brand new, huge flag.

This flag was found through the collective efforts of everyone in the concession.

And he, Liu Xiaodao, a small-time gangster from the Green Gang, was the one who volunteered to participate in the draw for life and death, and was the flag bearer who had to cross the river.

In the distance, countless tracer bullets streaked across the night, leaving behind brief visual residue that left streaks of bright red on his retina, like fiery serpents.

Every now and then, Japanese soldiers attempting night raids would be shot down by the barrage of bullets, their screams carrying far and wide.

"call……"

Liu Xiaodao took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs and making him a little more awake.

Without further hesitation, he took a few steps and leaped into the air.

"Thump!"

The icy river water instantly submerged his head, and the biting cold felt like needles piercing his bones.

He gritted his teeth and paddled desperately through the water, swimming towards the lonely fortress on the opposite bank.

The water flow was not rapid, but during the war, this short waterway seemed exceptionally long.

Finally, his hand touched the rough riverbank.

Using both hands and feet, Liu Xiaodao laboriously climbed onto the rubble-strewn riverbank on the north side.

"Who goes there?!"

"Snap!"

Several low shouts and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back rang out simultaneously.

Several beams of flashlight shone on his face instantly, blinding him.

"Don't shoot! They're on our side!"

Liu Xiaodao, his teeth chattering from the cold, said, "My name is Liu Xiaodao. I'm from the foreign concession. I'm here to deliver a military flag!"

"I want to see General Lin."