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

Around noon.

Perhaps hurt by the failed probing attack that morning, or perhaps waiting for reinforcements, the Japanese offensive paused.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield, with only the occasional sniper shot reminding people that the war was still ongoing.

Inside the buildings occupied by the 1st Honor Brigade, most of the soldiers were eating and resting by the wall.

Lin Feng ordered his guards to guard the entrance to the department store's warehouse area, while he went alone into the large warehouse on the fourth floor.

Regiment leaders like Li Dadao and Xie Zhongmin have grown accustomed to their own brigade commanders' occasional mysterious behavior and naturally haven't bothered them.

He entered the empty warehouse, where his most prized possessions were piled up.

The original Hans industrial equipment that was originally intended to be relocated inland but was stranded, as well as some industrial raw materials and machinery that he and his team had rescued from Zhabei in the past few days.

He walked up to a huge gantry planer and reached out to touch its cold, cast-iron body.

The foreign characters on the nameplate are still clearly visible.

"Before, I had to consider which ones to take and which ones to leave behind, but now?"

Lin Feng chuckled and placed his palm on the machine tool.

"I'm not making choices anymore, I want them all!"

The colossal object, weighing several tons, vanished instantly and reappeared in a corner of the system space.

"Lathe, put it away."

"Milling machine, collect."

"Take away the generator set, along with the spare diesel fuel."

Lin Feng moved through the warehouse like a greedy glutton.

Wherever it went, those extremely difficult-to-move heavy pieces of equipment disappeared one by one as if by magic.

In less than half an hour, dozens of precious industrial machine tools were all settled in the system space.

But this is not enough.

Lin Feng then went to the other side.

Here, there are mountains of flour and rice, as well as dark, mountain-like piles of coal.

"Several thousand tons of flour? Leaving it to the Japanese would be aiding the enemy. Take it."

"Coal? That's a strategic resource too, it can save lives in winter, let's buy it."

The enormous space was like a black hole that could never be filled, frantically devouring everything in the warehouse.

The flour sacks were neatly stacked into a tower in the space, while the coal looked like a black floating island.

However, Lin Feng did not put everything into the system space.

He left behind most of the ammunition boxes, grenades, and enough canned food and dry rations to feed the entire brigade for a month.

He also left the steel plates used to reinforce the fortifications, the spare generators, and the cables outside.

After all, the battle still needs to be fought, and we need to hold out here for a few more days.

Finally, Lin Feng looked at the warehouse, which had been emptied and looked somewhat empty, and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Now, a huge weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders.

With these machines and supplies, once he breaks through the encirclement and finds a stable place, he will have the confidence to establish his own base.

"Cousin! Cousin!"

Zhao Yushu's urgent shouts came from outside the door.

Lin Feng straightened his military uniform, pushed open the door, and went out.

"What's wrong? Are the Japanese coming up again?"

"They're not Japanese."

Zhao Yushu's expression was somewhat strange as he pointed in the direction of the Suzhou River:

"It's a foreigner! They've sent someone from the concession, a major general! He's by the river, using a megaphone to shout that he wants to see the highest-ranking commander here!"

"Oh? The foreigners are getting restless?"

Lin Feng sneered.

In the past few days, the Japanese have been unable to break through the border, so they have been using heavy artillery and aircraft, making a bigger and bigger commotion. Several bombs have even landed on the edge of the concession.

These gentlemen, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally realized the fire was burning and began to panic.

"Let's go, let's go meet these foreign devils!"

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Along the Suzhou Creek, John's soldiers and Indians built fortifications and erected barbed wire fences at the head of the Jieqiao Garbage Bridge.

At that moment, several black cars bearing the Union Jack were parked there.

General John, dressed in a crisp khaki uniform and adorned with medals, was peering through the barbed wire fence at Lin Feng, who was emerging from the ruins, with a complex expression.

He was Major General Smollett, the commander of the concession troops.

Behind him followed several arrogant Public Works Department officials and translators.

Lin Feng dusted off his leather trench coat and walked over.

"General Lin."

Major General Smollett removed his white gloves, but did not extend his hand. Instead, he spoke in a standard London accent, with the arrogance ingrained in the very bones of the British Empire:

"Your performance was heroic, extremely heroic. These past few days, you have won the admiration of all civilized people in the concession, just like the 300 Spartans. You are a hero, without a doubt."

"You flatter me," Lin Feng replied casually, a playful glint in his eyes.

"but……"

Smollett then changed the subject, pointing to the bustling concession behind her:

"The position you are holding is far too close to the concession. Japanese shells have already landed on our border several times. Your resistance is dragging millions of innocent concession residents into the abyss of war."

"For peace, for security."

Smollett stared into Lin Feng's eyes, her true intentions revealed:

"The Municipal Council hopes that you can show gentlemanly manners and give up your position."

Surrender to the Japanese army across the border, or lay down your arms and enter the concession to accept our... protection.

I believe that as a soldier, you will be treated with the utmost respect by the Japanese.

"Oh……"

Lin Feng laughed in anger upon hearing this.

He looked at the sanctimonious General John before him and felt nothing but absurdity.

surrender?

Should we still believe that the Japanese will treat us with "respect"?

These foreigners are so arrogant all the time, are they out of their minds? Or have they been gullible from drinking too much whiskey?

"Respectful treatment?"

Lin Feng sneered inwardly.

You think you can just dream about it?

These white gentlemen are blind; they can't see the innocent civilians killed by Japanese planes, nor the Xia soldiers who were bayoneted to death in the ruins of Zhabei.

Wait a few years, until the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor and sweep across Southeast Asia.

When these pampered white gentlemen were herded like livestock by the Japanese to build the Burma-Thailand Railway and to carry out the "Bataan Death March" in the rainforest, they learned what the Japanese "respect" meant!

Back then, they would be so hungry they looked like skeletons, their heads would be smashed by the Japanese soldiers with rifle butts, and they would kneel on the ground begging for a sip of muddy water.

Thinking of this, the last trace of politeness in Lin Feng's eyes vanished instantly.

He stepped forward, staring intently at Smollett through the barbed wire, and spat out a single word through gritted teeth in his less-than-perfect, but undeniably powerful, Onsa language:

"Bullshit!!!"

Smollett was stunned, and the translator behind her was dumbfounded as well.

They never expected that this seemingly refined general of the Great Xia would actually swear.

"What did you say?" Smollett's face flushed red.

"I said you're talking nonsense!" Lin Feng switched back to Chinese. Since the other party was being so shameless, he didn't need to be polite anymore. "This is the territory of Great Xia. I'm fighting against invaders on my own land. Do I have to be beholden to you foreigners?"

"There's only one way to make me leave my position voluntarily."

Lin Feng pointed to the flag fluttering overhead, then to the ruins behind him:

"That means my superiors ordered me to retreat, or my body was carried out."

"Otherwise, I'll stay here and guard it until I die, until I grow old and die!"

"see a visitor out."

Lin Feng tossed his trench coat aside, turned and left without looking back, leaving General John bewildered in the wind.