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

Lin Feng quickly arrived with his guards.

In front of a dilapidated temple by the roadside, a group of ragged, mud-covered defeated soldiers were holding guns.

There were also many ordinary people pushing wheelbarrows nearby.

The few civilians, trembling with fear, were protecting the sacks of grain on the cart. Upon seeing Lin Feng, who appeared to be an official, they immediately knelt and kowtowed.

"Boss, please have mercy! This is my family's lifeline. If we give it to them, we'll starve to death!"

"Stop talking nonsense! We're risking our lives on the front lines, what's wrong with eating a few bites of your food?!"

The leading officer pointed his gun directly at the civilians, his eyes bloodshot, clearly driven by hunger.

"Stop it, all of you!"

A loud shout.

Lin Feng parted the crowd and went inside.

"Click click click—"

Several Sd.Kfz.222 armored vehicles that drove up from the side immediately rotated their turrets, and the dark muzzles of their 20mm autocannons were aimed at the group of fleeing soldiers.

The fleeing soldiers were startled by the sight and instinctively wanted to raise their guns in resistance.

But when they saw the elite soldiers around them, dressed in camouflage and carrying StG44 assault rifles, the fierce look in their eyes instantly turned into despair.

The equipment gap is too large; this is not even a contest on the same level.

But the leading officer was a tough nut to crack. He didn't back down; instead, he straightened his neck and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Who are you from? Mind your own business. The brothers haven't eaten for three days, they just need a bite to eat. Anyone who gets in their way, I'll fight them to the death."

Lin Feng looked at him coldly, his gaze sweeping over the group of people.

There were about a hundred people, and although they were in a sorry state, their fierce spirit was still there. They were standing in formation, and there were even two Maxim heavy machine guns without canvas ammunition belts at the back of the group.

This is a unit that actually fought the Japanese invaders.

"Which part are you in?" Lin Feng asked in return.

"I'm from the weapons company directly under the 216th Regiment of the 108th Brigade of the 36th Division!"

The officer spoke proudly, his voice weak, but his back ramrod straight when he mentioned the unit number:

"German-equipped division! Those who fought the Japanese with bayonets at Huishan Wharf and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Japanese tanks at Jiangwan!"

36th Division? Song's troops?

Those were the elite units of the Central Army, among the earliest German-equipped divisions.

"So you're from the 36th Division." Lin Feng nodded, his tone softening. "Since you're heroes who fought the Japanese, how could you do such banditry, robbing ordinary people of their food?"

"hero?"

The officer gave a bitter laugh, tears mingling with mud as he pointed to his comrades behind him, emaciated and barely able to stand:

"Even heroes need to eat. Our officers have fled, our units have been scattered, and our supplies have been cut off. If we don't plunder, are we just going to starve to death? We have no complaints about dying on the battlefield, but we can't die of starvation!"

A somber atmosphere spread through the rain.

This is a true reflection of the great defeat.

Even the most elite troops, without logistics and command, will turn into bandits who wreak havoc on the countryside.

Lin Feng looked at them without saying anything, but waved his hand behind him.

"Bring the kitchen truck over here!"

A truck carrying a field kitchen vehicle slowly drove up and stopped by the roadside.

Several cooks jumped off the truck and yanked open the pot lids on the kitchen truck.

"Splash—"

A rich, domineering, and intoxicating aroma of meat exploded in the damp, cold air.

That's canned meat stewing to a delicious perfection!

"Gulp..."

A chorus of swallowing sounds filled the air.

The group of fleeing soldiers, who had been fierce and menacing, now had their eyes wide open, staring intently at the cart of food like hungry wolves eyeing fresh meat. They could barely hold their guns steady.

The company commander's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his eyes changed from fierce to longing, and then to struggle.

Lin Feng walked to the kitchen cart, picked up a bowl, filled it with meat soup, and handed it to the company commander.

"Want some?"

The company commander nodded subconsciously, then withdrew his hand halfway out, looking at Lin Feng warily: "You... what do you want to do?"

I'm giving you two choices.

This is an elite force, and Lin Feng intends to give them a chance:

"First, continue robbing civilians. Well, my current identity is that of the law enforcement team. I will immediately give the order to shoot you all dead and throw you into the ditch to feed the dogs. Don't doubt how fast my gun is!"

Click click click!

The surrounding guards all pulled back their rifle bolts in unison, exuding a murderous aura.

The fleeing soldiers were pale-faced. They knew that the troops in front of them were well-equipped, and if it came to a fight, their numbers wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap.

"second……"

Lin Feng pointed to the line behind him, then to the truckload of meat:

"Come with me and join the First Brigade of Honor."

"As long as you are still the kind of people who fight the Japanese, as long as you don't want to be cowards."

I, Lin Feng, will provide you with food, meat, and plenty of guns and ammunition.

Let's keep going together and avenge the Japanese devils!

Choose!

Dead silence.

A few seconds later.

"Clang!"

The company commander threw away his Czech rifle and, with trembling hands, took the meat soup from Lin Feng.

He picked up the bowl, took a big sip, and wolfed it down.

"Waaaaah..."

This ruthless man, who killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield, suddenly squatted down, stuffing meat into his mouth while wailing loudly:

"Sir...we'll go with you...we'll go with you!"

"Brothers, put away your guns, kowtow to the people and apologize, and then... receive your food."

"Waaaaah..."

More than a hundred seven-foot-tall men wept in the rain.

"Eat! Eat your fill!"

Lin Feng looked at the group of soldiers wolfing down their food and felt reassured.

These are all veterans who have seen bloodshed. As long as you give them food and a good gun, they will be top-notch fighting force.

Half an hour later.

This company, which was on the verge of collapse and even almost turned into bandits, has been reorganized.

Although their uniforms were still tattered, everyone had food in their stomachs and newly issued weapons in their hands. The gloom in their eyes had dissipated, replaced by a light called "hope".

The company commander wiped away his tears, straightened his clothes, strode up to Lin Feng, and snapped to attention with a crisp military salute:

"Liu Dazhu, former company commander of the weapons company directly under the 216th Regiment, 108th Brigade, 36th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, reports for duty with his entire company!"

"Our company was expected to have 198 men; 102 are present!"

"From this day forward, our lives belong to you!"

"good!"

Lin Feng returned the greeting, and looking at this group of veterans who had maintained their organization even after being reduced to half their original number, a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

"Let's go, destination: Wufu Line."

The team continued on their journey, Lin Feng's team rolling northward like a giant snowball.

Whenever they encounter fleeing soldiers, they use this combination of "meat soup + flatbread + chicken soup for the soul".

By the time they reached the defense fortifications on the outskirts of Changshu, Lin Feng's team had swelled to nearly 10,000 people.

Although many of them were wounded or non-combatants, their strength had been greatly enhanced.

However, when Lin Feng looked expectantly at the legendary "Eastern Maginot Line," the scene before him almost made him faint with anger.