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

Huangshan Fort.

The river breeze carried the smell of gunpowder, making everyone's throats itch.

But at this moment, Colonel Wei Zhen, the artillery commander, seemed to be frozen in place, his hand holding the binoculars frozen in mid-air, his mouth slightly open, unable to close for a long time.

On the river, the Japanese destroyer, now broken into three pieces, with its bow raised high like a tragic tombstone, was slowly sliding into the Yangtze River.

Meanwhile, the culprits—those small boats flying their own military flags—were belching black smoke and drawing arrogant white trails on the river as they began to turn and retreat.

"hiss--"

Wei Zhen gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

As a veteran of the navy, he knew all too well the resources of the Great Xia Navy.

The so-called "torpedo boats" at the Electric Thunder School really can only be called torpedo boats.

Besides being able to launch two torpedoes, the ship has at most two heavy machine guns, and even those depend on luck to fire.

But what about these few ships in front of us?

That's a mobile arsenal!

There were several rapid-fire cannons on one boat, and when they fired, it was like ping-pong balls, bang bang bang, more lively than the Chinese New Year.

The dense rain of bullets, the firepower that turned the superstructures of the Japanese gunboats into honeycomb briquettes, and the precise and ruthless salvo of torpedoes...

"Who exactly is this person? Which unit do they belong to?"

Wei Zhen muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and confusion:

"Such firepower is simply... terrifying, absolutely terrifying."

"Sir."

The communications soldier next to him took off his headset, looking anxious: "No response to the radio call. The other party is remaining silent and not replying."

"Sir."

A young gunner suddenly turned around, his hand on the firing mechanism of the 88mm gun, and asked blankly:

"If we can't get through to them... should we open fire?"

"Snapped!"

Wei Zhen slapped the gunner's helmet with his backhand, making him flinch.

"Are you fucking an idiot?!"

Wei Zhen pointed to the still-burning remains of the Japanese soldiers on the river, spitting as he spoke:

"Those are friendly forces, those are friendly forces that just wiped out a Japanese detachment."

You're using artillery to bombard your own people? Is your brain filled with mush?!

Despite his cursing, Wei Zhen's doubts deepened.

This mysterious fleet comes and goes without a trace, striking and running away without even saying goodbye. This style... it seems to give off a vibe of not wanting to be contacted.

-----

On the river.

The PT torpedo boat and LCS fire support boat are undergoing final finishing work.

Several small boats approached, and the sailors hurriedly pulled several of their own crew members who had fallen into the water onto the deck. These were brothers who had been injured and fallen into the water during the fierce battle.

As for those Japanese sailors who were floundering in the water, clinging to planks and calling for help?

"Da da da da!"

The M2HB heavy machine gun fired coldly.

Bullets sent up plumes of water on the surface, and blood stained the river red.

"Save people? Save my ass."

Lin Feng, atop Huashan Mountain in the distance, coldly observed this scene through his binoculars.

"They've come all over the Mother River of our Great Xia to show off their power, and they still expect me to uphold humanitarianism?"

"May you be reborn as a human in your next life."

After the cleanup was completed, the fleet quickly regrouped.

Instead of heading towards the Jiangyin Fortress, they turned their boats around and disappeared into the dense reeds along the riverbank, which resembled a green curtain—a hidden waterway connecting to the inland waterway network.

In the blink of an eye, this fierce fleet vanished without a trace, leaving behind only wreckage and burning oil slicks along the river.

-----

At the top of Huashan Mountain, Lin Feng put down his binoculars and watched the fleet safely withdraw. A weight was lifted from his heart.

"Cousin, why don't we contact the fortress?" Zhao Yushu asked, puzzled. "Sinking several Japanese warships would be a great achievement."

"A great achievement?"

Lin Feng sneered and sat back down on the ammunition box:

"Yushu, you're still too young. The waters of the Republic of China's navy are even muddier than the Yangtze River."

He counted on his fingers:

"Within the navy, the Fujian faction is dominant and controls the main fleet; the Dianlei School is the direct line of the Central Army and wants to interfere in naval affairs."

In addition, there are the Qingcheng faction, the Northeast faction, etc.

These guys would fight tooth and nail over funding and territory.

"If our fleet were exposed now, do you believe me?"

Tomorrow, countless hands will reach out.

Some wanted to recruit us, some wanted to second us, and some wanted to use us as pawns.

When the time comes, should we give it to them or not?

If we give it to them, we'll be left with no troops; if we don't, it'll be seen as them holding power and undermining unity.

Lin Feng's mind was very clear.

Now is not the time to fully reveal our strength.

Once his army doubled in size, he became a true regional warlord, possessing tens of thousands of guns and dozens of heavy artillery pieces.

Then, he'll confidently show off his muscles.

Back then, if anyone dared to reach out, he would chop off their claws!

Zhao Yushu listened in stunned silence as Lin Feng recounted the factional infighting within the Republic of China Navy.

In the end, all I could do was give a thumbs up: "Cousin, you're still the best."

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Lin Feng waved his hand, sending Zhao Yushu back to the city to continue maintaining order, and also to see if there were any other shady businesses that would be convenient to raid.

He himself then focused his thoughts into the system.

The battle is over; it's harvest season.

Destroy one 250-ton Japanese gunboat, earn 258 merit points.

Destroy one 100-ton Japanese gunboat, earn 158 merit points.

……

Destroy 1 Japanese Type 95 carrier-based fighter jet, Merit Points +60

Destroy one Japanese second-class destroyer, earning +900 merit points.

Lin Feng looked at the string of numbers and felt incredibly happy.

Although one Japanese gunboat was crippled by the Huangshan Fort, the final blow was essentially stolen by his PT gunboat, and the system still awarded him the full amount of merit points.

Including the hundreds of Japanese sailors and officers killed, and the three planes shot down, this "battle on the river" earned him nearly 3000 merit points.

Previously, in order to upgrade the Jagdpanzer, anti-aircraft vehicle, Bofors mountain gun and warship, his merit points were almost depleted, but now he has finally recovered.

Current Merit Points: 5351

Current exchange points: 8918

Current permission level: Level IV (13983/100000)

"Over five thousand merit points, over eight thousand exchange points..."

Lin Feng stroked his chin and turned his gaze to the system's redemption list.

Now, his 1st Regiment of the 1st Honor Brigade is a fully armed elite force of Han weapons, and the 2nd Regiment is the old base of the Qingxian Security Regiment. The upgraded and obsolete weapons are fully supplied to them, and their combat performance is still acceptable.

The 3rd and 4th Regiments were split off and, together with the recaptured soldiers, formed the Provisional 50th and Provisional 51st Divisions.

Now his Honor Brigade only has two regiments left, it's time to add another infantry regiment.