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

"Are they treating us like a fire brigade, or like the Yang family generals in a play?" Li Dadao muttered indignantly, crushing the cigarette butt in his hand onto the dusty table.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenzhong's face darkened, and he let out a long sigh.

The Yang family was full of loyal and brave men, but as the saying goes, "the capable are often burdened with more work," and they were eventually exhausted in the atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty that emphasized civil affairs and suppressed military affairs. Wasn't that a tragedy?

Zhang Wenzhong is now on the same side as Lin Feng, and the young Lin Feng can be said to have been kind to him, promoting him from a lowly regimental commander to the commander of a provisional division.

With the current government so incompetent and Commander Lin so capable, how could he not be worried about the situation?

Zhao Yushu didn't speak. In his mind, his cousin was now practically an omnipotent god.

He believed that his cousin could lead everyone to the end, and all he needed to do was follow his cousin. Thinking too much was useless and would only cause him to lose hair.

Lin Feng himself didn't care too much, he just muttered a few complaints in his mind and that was it.

His soul came from the future, and he had no intention of blindly being loyal to the White Party.

Upon closer reflection, crossing the river northward actually aligns with his strategic plan of "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."

Although pursuing the Kunisaki Detachment in Jiangbei was a tough job, it also helped them escape the impending collapse of the Jiangnan region.

If all goes well, they can also take control of the Pukou Wharf.

That would leave a final way out for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Nanjing.

This is not just a military achievement.

That would be a truly meritorious deed.

"Since the higher-ups have given the order, then we shall carry it out."

Lin Feng stood up, straightened his collar, and looked around at everyone with a firm gaze:

"If no one has any objections, let's go to Jiangbei! Let's meet that so-called Kunisaki Detachment!"

After reading the orders, everyone felt relieved, even though they thought the task was daunting.

At least we don't have to stubbornly wait to die in Jiang Yin's deadly place. Moving around is better than sitting and waiting to die.

"But, Commander..."

Zhang Wenzhong frowned and raised the most practical question:

"To cross the river and head north, we need a boat."

We have more than 20,000 people, as well as a lot of supplies, artillery, trucks, and even tanks weighing tens of tons.

"Now that all the navy ships are sunk, although we drove off a wave of Japanese warships on the river, there's no guarantee there aren't more. Where are we going to find so many ships?"

"Boat?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly, as if he had everything under control.

"The boat is not a problem. I was prepared."

"Huh?" Zhang Wenzhong and Li Dadao were both stunned and looked at each other.

Standing to the side, Zhao Yushu could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

He puffed out his chest, looking proud, as if he himself were the one who had foreseen the future.

"Commanders, you don't know this, do you?"

My cousin... oh no, our commander, he's incredibly insightful, always thinking three steps ahead.

Back when we were still in Shanghai, the commander had already arranged for Zhao Dashan and Steward Lin to secretly requisition a lot of civilian ships in this area with silver dollars.

Later, when the Ma family, who were traitors, were purged, I led men to confiscate a number of transport ships controlled by the Ma family.

Now, those boats are hidden in the reeds along the riverbank, ready for use at any time.

Not only were there hundreds of wooden boats of various sizes, but also several small coal-fired steamships and tugboats—more than enough to transport us across the river!

"hiss--"

Zhang Wenzhong and Li Dadao gasped again, looking at Lin Feng as if he were Zhuge Liang reborn.

"Commander...you're a prophet!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Fighting alongside the Commander gives me such peace of mind!"

Little did they know that Lin Feng not only had civilian ships, but also had access to the White Eagle's LCVP Higgins landing craft available for exchange at any time, and could even upgrade them to LCT tank landing craft.

It was just to avoid making a scene and to use civilian boats as cover.

Lin Feng smiled but didn't say anything.

He wasn't obsessed with being flattered; rather, he knew very well that a general, or rather, a leader of a force, sometimes needed these seemingly fabricated "miracles" to maintain his authority.

Otherwise, why would the entire army of 2 to 3 people follow Lin Feng with one heart?

After a few jokes, Lin Feng turned his gaze to Jiangyin County, which was not far away.

There are still tens of thousands of people there who did not have time to evacuate.

He thought of the brutal acts committed by the Japanese invaders in history.

Lin Feng's voice became exceptionally serious:

"Inform the entire army that we are about to cross the river."

Zhao Yushu, take your men back to the county town and go door-to-door to inform the people.

Tell them that the Japanese are about to enter the city, that these beasts are not human, and that staying behind means certain death.

Those willing to cross the river with the army for refuge should immediately pack their belongings and head to the dock.

"The first boats will carry the people across the river."

"Commander..." Li Dadao hesitated, "Our troops haven't crossed the river yet. Should we evacuate the civilians first? What if the Japanese launch a fierce attack, forcing us into a desperate battle..."

"Execute the command!"

Lin Feng glared at him and said decisively:

"We soldiers, wearing this uniform and carrying this rifle, are born to protect our country."

If we leave all the civilians to the Japanese, even if we survive, how will we face anyone?!

Besides, we have tanks, heavy artillery, and warships, so why should we be afraid of not being able to cover the rear?

Go quickly!

"yes!"

The generals responded in unison, infected by Lin Feng's heroic spirit, feeling their blood surging in their chests, and turned to leave the command post.

After arranging the river crossing, Lin Feng did not rest.

"Guards, prepare the car!"

He shouted, his thoughts drifting towards Huangshan and Wushan by the river.

That area is the core artillery battery area of ​​Jiangyin Fortress.

Although most of the fortress's cannons were old relics, there were a few large ones that he had been eyeing for a long time.

If we just blow it up or leave it to the Japanese, we'll be struck by lightning.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Wushan position...

A fierce hand-to-hand combat had just taken place here, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

There were severed limbs everywhere, some belonging to Japanese soldiers, and others to the brothers of the 112th Division of the Northeast Army.

Meanwhile, at the 112th Division headquarters...

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, Huo Shouyi, commander of the 112th Division, lay on a cot, his face ashen, his chest wrapped in thick bandages that were still bleeding.

During the previous counter-attack, he was hit in the chest by shrapnel from a Japanese grenade launcher. His injuries were severe, the wound was infected and festering, and he was in a semi-conscious state.

"Commander... Commander..."

The deputy division commander, his eyes red, held Huo Shouyi's hand.

Huo Shouyi opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice so weak it was like a mosquito's hum:

"Old Zhang... how many brothers are left in our division?"

"Commander, less than four thousand are still able to move," the deputy division commander said, choking back tears. "We've lost a lot of the outer positions; those Japanese devils are charging like madmen."

Huo Shouyi gave a bitter laugh, his eyes somewhat unfocused:

"Four thousand... more than ten thousand came with us... all left here..."

Old Zhang, you need to take good care of them.

I think Lin Feng, the commander of the Provisional 8th Army, is a man of courage and ability.

Our Northeast Army has no mother to care for us... You should lead everyone and follow him.

Don't let our brothers die in vain...

"Commander Huo!"

Just then, Lin Feng strode in.