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

Lin Feng strode forward, grabbed the edge of the bed, and looked at the ashen face that had been drained of blood. His brows furrowed instantly.

A wave of sorrow washed over me; these were heroes who had sacrificed their lives to protect the Great Xia Dynasty.

"How did you get injured like this? Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"I have the best anti-inflammatory drugs and a surgeon. You can just give me a call."

Do you treat me, Lin Feng, like an outsider?!

Huo Shouyi turned his head with difficulty, and it took him a long time to focus his cloudy eyes before he could see that it was Lin Feng.

A weak and self-deprecating smile was forced onto that rough, cracked face:

"Commander Lin... you've arrived..."

"Ahem... I can't trouble you with everything... Wouldn't that just make you a laughingstock?"

"We Northeastern men... have thick skin and tough flesh... we're practically invincible... we won't die..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng felt a sudden pang of sadness, followed by a feeling of tightness in his chest.

He understood the thoughts of these Northeast Army soldiers all too well.

They wandered into the interior of China, bearing the stigma of "non-resistance," and suffered the contempt of the Central Army and the exclusion of local armies. They were looked down upon by all sectors of the Great Xia.

That is why they would rather die than show weakness in front of others, and even less would they want to beg for alms like beggars.

This is the last bit of pitiful self-respect they have left.

"Bullshit! What do you mean, a worthless life? A life spent fighting the Japanese is a precious life!"

Lin Feng, his eyes red, cursed, then suddenly turned around and roared at those behind him:

"What are you standing there for?! Go to my command vehicle and get the first-aid kit! Hurry!"

The guard quickly handed over an exquisite iron box with a red cross printed on it.

Lin Feng ripped open the lock and opened the box with a "snap".

Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Inside the box, several glass ampoules were neatly stacked, along with a few small medicine bottles with foreign writing on them.

In an era when even disinfectant alcohol is in short supply, these items exude an alluring luster, befitting their status as "high-end goods."

"This is... morphine? And... this is sulfanilamide powder?!"

The medic from the 112th Division standing next to him nearly popped his eyes out, and his hands were trembling.

This doesn't look like medicine at all!

In this world where a bottle of sulfonamide can be exchanged for a small gold bar on the black market, this box of medicine is like a box of gold.

Generally, only the most trusted confidants of the Central Army, especially those in Nanjing, would have access to this life-saving medicine if they were injured.

"First, give Commander Huo an injection of morphine for pain relief, then clean the wound, and sprinkle this whole bottle of sulfanilamide powder on it, and also give him the oral medication."

Lin Feng handed the medicine bottle to the military doctor.

"Sprinkle...sprinkle it all over?" The medic stammered. "Commander Lin, this is too precious. A little bit will do..."

"I told you to use all of them. If the medicine runs out, I'll just get more. But if the person is gone, where are we going to find them?!"

Lin Feng's roar instantly brought tears to the eyes of all the Northeast Army officers present.

As the morphine was injected into his body, Huo Shouyi's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing became more even.

He looked at Lin Feng with an extremely complex expression.

There was gratitude, shame, and above all, a profound sense of righteous indignation at someone willing to die for a friend.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and gripped Lin Feng's wrist tightly with astonishing strength, as if he had grasped at a last straw.

"Commander Lin... I, Huo Shouyi, will repay this kindness by serving you like a slave in my next life..."

"I'm entrusting my brothers to you."

At this point, two streams of tears slid down the cheeks of this ruthless man who had killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield.

"Although they were poorly equipped... dressed in rags... and were called beggar soldiers..."

"But they were all great... They never backed down in bayonet fighting..."

"Please, don't despise them, don't let them be cannon fodder, give them food, if you can lead them to fight back, then..."

Lin Feng grasped his rough, calloused hand in return, feeling its warmth and calluses.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the ragged, pale-faced Northeast Army officers in the tent.

How is this a burden?

The saying "an army driven by desperation will surely win" is not just empty talk.

Although the equipment of these Northeast Army soldiers was not very good because they were far from their hometown, the quality of the soldiers was quite good, especially the junior officers, who should all be graduates of the military academy who were rigorously trained by Marshal Zhang during the reorganization of the army in Fengtian.

This is clearly a pack of wolves that has been buried in obscurity!

Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight, striking deep into everyone's hearts:

"Commander Huo, don't worry."

"Once you enter the gates of my Provisional 8th Army, you are my sworn brother, Lin Feng."

"Who dares to call you beggars? Who dares to call you cowards who don't resist? Let him come find me, Lin Feng."

"I, Lin Feng, may not have any other skills, but I have plenty of guns, cannons, and ammunition!"

"As long as I have a bite of meat to eat, I will never let my brothers have any soup."

I will give them the best guns and the most powerful artillery, so they can stand tall and proudly march back to their homeland in Northeast China!

Upon hearing the words "kill our way back home," Deputy Division Commander Dai Bingwen and several regimental commanders in the tent could no longer hold back. They covered their mouths and let out suppressed sobs.

Six years.

Finally, someone treated them like human beings.

Finally, someone was willing to lead them to fight back.

Lin Feng was actually secretly delighted.

The system soldiers are good, but they still require real money to recharge, and the system does not accept legal tender or other banknotes.

These 4000-plus seasoned veterans, once equipped with good gear, become an elite force that commands respect.

"Alright, we're family, no need for formalities."

Lin Feng patted Huo Shouyi's hand, stood up, and resumed his decisive and efficient demeanor:

"Commander Huo, go to the county town to recover from your injuries. My field hospital is over there. I'll arrange a boat to take you across the river to the rear as soon as possible. Once you've recovered, you can come back to lead the troops."

After speaking, he looked at the deputy division commander beside him, whose eyes were red but who stood ramrod straight:

"Deputy Division Commander Zhang!"

"Yes!" The deputy division commander stood at attention abruptly, his reply louder and more resolute than ever before.

"Come with me to check out the positions, especially the artillery positions. Let's discuss how to break out together."

"Yes, Commander!"

Deputy Division Commander Zhang Bingwen gave a standard military salute. The confusion and despair that had been in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a burning fervor and loyalty.

From this moment on, the remnants of the 112th Division, these more than four thousand battle-hardened Northeast Tigers, officially belonged to the Lin family.

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After leaving the command post, Lin Feng headed straight for the core position of the Wushan Fort.

The higher Lin Feng climbed up the mountain, the faster his heart beat.

When he finally stood inside the gun emplacement and saw the steel behemoths hidden under the camouflage netting, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Wow...it's huge."