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

A light drizzle fell on the outskirts of Changshu.

This area has a typical Jiangnan water town landscape, with a network of rivers and contiguous paddy fields.

Amidst this muddy and desolate landscape, several massive, gray-white concrete structures stand out starkly, appearing completely out of place.

This is the legendary "Oriental Maginot Line," a national defense fortification along the Wu-Fu Line.

Lin Feng jumped off the command vehicle, trudging through the mud, and headed towards the main bunker codenamed "A-3".

In his mind, since it was called "Maginot", it should at least look decent, right?

Wide and deep anti-tank trenches, layers upon layers of barbed wire, minefields, and crisscrossing concrete anti-tank obstacles, with continuous trenches connecting numerous bunkers and firing positions...

However, reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

There was nothing in front of them except for a solitary large mother castle and several small sub-castles that looked like burial mounds.

There were no trenches, no barbed wire, and not even the firing line had been cleared properly before firing; weeds grew rampant, blocking the view.

"Is this the defense fortification that cost millions of dollars to build?"

Lin Feng looked at the bare, naked bunker in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Isn't it a bit too much that Commissioner Geng is taking?

It turns out that, in pursuit of so-called cost-effectiveness, the National Government, on the advice of consultant Hans, only repaired the core hard shell.

As for the supporting field fortifications? Those are left for the troops to dig themselves.

"That's fine, at least it has a shell that can stop shells."

Lin Feng could only console himself as he approached the main bunker.

At this moment, hundreds of ragged, defeated soldiers were crowded in front of the heavy steel protective door of the bunker.

They came from different units, some of them had even lost their guns, and were now as anxious as ants on a hot pan, frantically pounding on the iron gate, their cursing deafening.

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

"Brothers inside, please have mercy, the Japanese devils are catching up soon!"

"Damn it, why is there no sound? Is nobody home?"

The guards, armed with submachine guns, stepped forward and parted the crowd. Lin Feng walked up, grabbed a major who was banging on a door with the butt of his rifle, and frowned as he asked:

"What's going on? Why aren't you moving into defense? What are you all yelling about?"

The major turned around and saw Lin Feng, wearing the insignia of a major general, followed by a group of menacing elite soldiers. He was startled, quickly saluted, and then said with a mournful expression:

"Sir, it's not that I don't want to go in, it's that I can't!"

"Can't get in?" Lin Feng pointed to the gate. "Is it locked?"

"It's locked. It's a specially made explosion-proof lock; you can't open it without the key." The major stomped his feet in anger. "We've searched everywhere, but we haven't found any garrison troops."

"Where's the key? Where's the spare key?"

"I asked the villagers nearby..." The major swallowed hard, his expression turning utterly absurd and desperate. "The villagers said that the bunker had been empty ever since it was built, and the key was kept by the local village head."

"Where is the village headman?"

"That bastard... He heard the Japanese were coming, so three days ago he ran away with his sister-in-law and valuables, taking the keys with him."

"..."

Lin Feng was stunned.

The surrounding officers were also stunned.

The defense works, which cost a fortune and were crucial to the safety of the nation, became useless during the war because a village head ran away with his sister-in-law.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

What a dark comedy! And what a tragedy!

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

Lin Feng suddenly laughed:

"Is this the Nationalist government's mobilization capability? Is this what they call an impregnable fortress?"

"If we tie the fate of the nation to the belt of a village headman, it would be a miracle if we could win this battle!"

He abruptly stopped laughing.

Since the White Party isn't doing its job, everything now has to go according to his plan:

"Get out of my way! Engineers! Charge!"

At Lin Feng's command, the combat engineers who had been waiting quickly stepped forward.

"What key do you need? My explosives are the master key!"

Several pieces of TNT were skillfully placed at the door locks and hinges, the fuse was lit, and the engineers quickly evacuated.

"Boom! Boom!"

After several muffled thuds, the heavy iron gate that had driven countless fleeing soldiers to despair collapsed in a cloud of dust, revealing a dark entrance inside.

"Enter!"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Feng summoned the soldiers of the First Honor Brigade, who quickly poured in and took over the long-dormant fortress.

"Hey you, that major!"

Lin Feng pointed to the officer who had just banged on the door:

"You, your men, and these headless, fleeing soldiers around you are all under my command. If you don't want to be killed by the Japanese, pick up your tools and get to work."

"Work...work?" The major hesitated for a moment. "Sir, we don't have any tools. We lost our entrenching tools a long time ago..."

"No tools?"

Lin Feng sneered, walked to a basin, and after confirming that no one could see him, he made a thought.

"Splash—"

Like dumping garbage, a huge pile of shovels, picks, and even several small hand-operated dump trucks filled the basin.

These were all collected by him while scavenging garbage during his days in Zhabei.

Unexpectedly, the benefits of this "hamster addiction" are fully demonstrated here.

"Take it! Dig it up for me!"

Major Lin Feng led them over and pointed to the open space around the bunker:

"Dig the trenches, connect the communication trenches, and cut down all the weeds and trees in your field of fire. If you don't understand, my engineers will teach you..."

With the Japanese pursuers right behind them, Lin Feng didn't have time for pleasantries and forcibly took over everyone present.

"Yes."

With tools and a leader to rely on, these previously desperate defeated soldiers unleashed an astonishing will to survive.

Thousands of people worked enthusiastically, mud flying everywhere, and a field defense position relying on a group of bunkers was taking shape at a visible speed.

Step inside the main bunker.

The space here is very large, with two floors. The walls are over one meter thick, made entirely of high-grade cement, and lined with steel plates.

"The shell looks nice, but it's just an empty shell."

Lin Feng looked around. The room was completely empty, without even a table, let alone the heavy machine guns and artillery that should have been there.

I don't know if it was embezzled by someone, or if the budget was too low to buy it at all.

"But it's okay, I have some."

Lin Feng stood in front of the firing port and looked out.

Hans Consultants' site selection skills are truly exceptional.

This main bunker is located on high ground with an extremely wide field of view, facing a wide expanse of paddy fields and a road in front of it. It has an excellent field of fire and is an excellent point for fire control.

"Show us what we're made of."

"Yes."

Soon, rows of MG42 general-purpose machine guns were mounted on the various firing ports.

Looking at the familiar gun barrel, at the narrow firing port, and then at the open beach outside... oh no, it's a paddy field.

Involuntarily, the classic background music and the narration line etched into Lin Feng's DNA echoed in his mind:

"At the time, Hein Severloh was just an ordinary machine gunner on Omaha Beach..."

Lin Feng patted the stock of the MG42 and smiled cruelly: a Hans bunker paired with a Hans machine gun.

"This flavor is just right!"