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

The convoy had just passed the checkpoint on the west side of the concession and entered the buffer zone between the Chinese-controlled area and the concession.

Although it was late at night, the area was still in complete chaos.

Refugees, defeated soldiers, and gang members were all mixed together.

Lin Feng sat in the command vehicle, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the front of the convoy.

Three men dressed in black robes and top hats suddenly emerged from the shadows, using the refugees by the roadside as cover.

They moved quickly, and when they pulled their hands out of their pockets, they were holding Turtle Box pistols.

The leader was visibly taken aback when he saw that it was an armored vehicle instead of a sedan.

But they still shouted:

"The Chinese general is dead!"

Then he pulled the trigger of the tortoise shell.

A piercing gunshot rang out.

The three were then beaten down by the surrounding soldiers.

The assassination attempt, which was a complete fluke, ended quickly.

The only result was a small scratch on the armored command vehicle.

Lin Feng, inside the car, didn't even feel the bumps.

Then, after a few muffled thuds as heavy objects fell into the water, ripples spread across the Huangpu River before it returned to calm.

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The army marched westward and finally arrived at the temporary assembly point of the 9th Army Group west of Shanghai at dawn.

This place is far from the battlefields of Zhabei, but the atmosphere remains tense.

Soldiers were building fortifications and vehicles transporting supplies were everywhere.

As soon as Lin Feng jumped off the armored vehicle, Wang Tianlu's familiar black sedan pulled up beside him.

"Oh, Brother Lin, my great hero!"

Wang Tianlu opened the car door, his face beaming with smiles as he greeted him, his warmth surpassing even that of seeing his own father.

"Now the entire army group is talking about your name, saying that you are brave and resourceful, a peerless national hero."

"Brother Wang, you flatter me. I was forced into it."

Lin Feng smiled and shook hands with Wang Tianlu.

Wang Tianlu looked around, lowered his voice, and glanced at the convoy behind him:

"Hey... bro, about those things in the Zhabei inventory..."

He rubbed his fingers together, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Those were supplies worth tens of millions of silver dollars. Although he knew it was unlikely, Wang Tianlu still held onto a sliver of hope.

Lin Feng had already prepared his explanation. A look of deep sorrow appeared on his face, and he sighed.

"Sigh, don't even mention it."

"I only have a few horse-drawn carriages and trucks, which are barely enough to transport artillery, ammunition, and wounded soldiers."

"There's no other way; to avoid aiding the enemy, I have no choice but to..."

Lin Feng made a sharp, decisive gesture:

"We bombed it with tears in our eyes, we bombed it all, we didn't leave the Japanese a single hair."

"Huh? It...it exploded?"

Wang Tianlu's fat face twitched, and he gasped in distress, "What a waste! What a waste! That's all money!"

However, he did not doubt it.

After all, under those circumstances, it would be good enough to bring people out; it was simply unrealistic to bring thousands of tons of supplies across the concession.

"Never mind, it's good that he's back."

Wang Tianlu quickly adjusted his mindset; after all, he was a seasoned middleman and needed to look forward.

"Brother, now that you're back, our business must continue."

Currently, all units are resting and replenishing, leading to an even greater demand for weapons and ammunition.

If you still have any of those Hans products, I'll take as many as you have, and the price is negotiable.

"No problem," Lin Feng nodded in agreement.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Wang Tianlu pointed to the bustling scene around him and said rather optimistically:

"Brother, look at this situation. Although we withdrew from Zhabei, our main force is still here. Hundreds of thousands of troops are confronting the Japanese here in western Shanghai."

"Although the Japanese were fierce, after three months of fighting, they also suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted."

I think this battle will continue to drag on like this.

As long as we hold on, the international situation might change at any time, and with foreign mediation, the matter will be resolved.

This was the prevailing view among many people within the Nationalist government at the time.

They pinned their hopes on international mediation and hoped to wear down the Japanese invaders.

Lin Feng looked at Wang Tianlu's hopeful, chubby face, but inwardly he sneered.

Should we just drag this out?

Think beautifully.

As a time traveler, the countdown in his mind had already begun.

There were less than a few days left until November 5th, when the Japanese 10th Army launched a surprise landing at Kim Sam Wai.

At that time, three and a half divisions of fresh troops will be like a sharp knife, stabbing into the weak spot of the Songhu defenders from behind.

Hundreds of thousands of troops would instantly fall into panic of being surrounded, and then collapse completely, retreating westward in a panic.

At that point, the army will be utterly defeated.

"Brother is right, we have to hold on."

The two then negotiated again and finalized another major arms deal.

After seeing Wang Tianlu off, Lin Feng immediately gave the following order:

"The entire brigade moved into the camp arranged by the army group and set up camp for rest and recuperation."

All vehicles must be inspected immediately; no supplies may be unloaded.

"Yes, don't unload the truck." Looking at the stunned Zhao Yushu, Lin Feng said directly, "Also, call all officers of battalion level and above over, I need to call a meeting..."

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Meanwhile, within the International Settlement.

Avenue Joffre was the most bustling area of ​​the French Concession. Lazy jazz music played from gramophones, and fashionable women in cheongsams walked arm in arm with foreigners.

Singing continues, dancing continues, and horses continue to run.

In an open-air café on the street, Wolfgang sat under a parasol with a steaming cup of black coffee in front of him.

He was holding a newly published Japanese newspaper—the Edo Nichi Nichi Shimbun.

The front page of the newspaper featured the headline "Great Victory of the Imperial Army" printed in exaggerated font.

"...The 3rd Battalion of the Imperial Navy's Shanghai Special Marine Corps, after a bloody battle, successfully captured the Zhabei Police Station at the minimal cost of fewer than 12 casualties..."

"...Among them, the valiant Major Hayashida led the charge in battle and tragically died, sacrificing his life for His Majesty the Emperor."

Wolfgang took a sip of coffee, a mocking sneer playing on his lips.

He continued reading.

"...The 7th Infantry Regiment of the 9th Division captured the Fengmao Department Store, annihilating the stubborn enemy with fewer than 100 casualties."

"...Colonel Isa Kazuo, the regimental commander, Major Yano, the 1st battalion commander, and other officers, bravely and fearlessly commanded the battle, but unfortunately died in action."

"Oh……"

Wolfgang put down his newspaper and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't these Japanese people even bother to think before they lie?"

"Minor casualties? But all the dead were high-ranking officers?"

As someone who experienced it firsthand, he knew all too well what happened in Zhabei after Lin Feng left.

The gifts Lin Feng left behind in those ruins—those booby traps and time bombs—are still creating surprises for the Japanese invaders.

Early this morning, after several loud explosions, the buildings that Lin Feng had previously occupied exploded, killing countless Japanese soldiers who tried to steal the credit.

Just now, he heard several loud noises coming from the direction of Zhabei. He guessed that some unlucky Japanese squad had gone to demolish a building, but ended up getting the building demolished instead.

The Japanese soldiers nowadays are so paranoid in those ruins of Zhabei that they see enemies everywhere.

Wolfgang shook his head and threw the newspaper, full of lies, into the trash can.

He opened his briefcase and took out a stack of photos.

He had just rinsed it.

His gaze was fixed on one of the photos.

The photo shows an eight-wheeled armored vehicle with a unique design and sharp lines.

Wolfgang was unaware that this was the Sd.Kfz.234/2 "Cougar" armored vehicle, which would be produced by Hans himself in the future.

He simply felt that the unique aesthetic of industrial violence was very familiar.