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

On the massive concrete emplacement, several ferocious steel monsters were crouching.

The most striking feature is the two enormous, breathtakingly large cannons.

The massive cannon barrel pointed straight at the sky; a child could fit inside just the muzzle.

"This is... a 240mm Krupp fortress gun?"

Lin Feng stroked the cold cannon barrel, feeling the heavy sense of history it carried.

This was bought back from the Hans by the Qing government at a high price. Although it is an old relic with a slow rate of fire and difficult to move, its 240mm caliber is the truth!

One shot would be enough to seriously damage not only the Japanese destroyers in the Yangtze River, but even their cruisers.

In the adjacent gun emplacement, there are three more slender and modern-looking cannons.

"A 150mm SK L/45 naval gun?"

Lin Feng recognized the origin of this thing at a glance.

That's right, these are genuine Hans-Scrupulous naval guns, originally used by the Hans as main guns for destroyers and light cruisers.

Later, it was imported by the Republic of China government and used as a coastal defense cannon in a fort.

Compared to the two 15 cm K 18 heavy cannons with a range of 24 km at the Huangshan Fort, which he coveted the most, this thing, although with a range of only about 14 km, was just as powerful.

Especially as a naval gun, its armor-piercing shells have even stronger armor-piercing capabilities.

"Great stuff, all of it is great stuff!"

The greed in Lin Feng's eyes was practically overflowing.

However, the atmosphere on the gun emplacement was unusually oppressive.

A group of soldiers from the river defense force, dressed in white naval uniforms, stood dejectedly around the cannon.

A colonel is directing a group of soldiers to stuff explosive charges into the breech and barrel of a cannon.

"Be careful! Pack it tightly!"

The colonel roared, his eyes red:

"This is a vital national asset; we must not leave it to the Japanese."

"Wait for my command, then detonate all at once, blow the cannon barrels open, and shatter the breech."

"stop!"

Lin Feng shouted and strode over.

"Who gave you permission to set off the cannons?!"

The colonel turned around and saw that it was a lieutenant general. He quickly saluted, but his face was still full of grief and indignation.

"Sir, we didn't want this either."

However, orders came from above to retreat the entire army.

These cannons are too heavy; the 240mm cannon alone weighs tens of tons and cannot be moved at all.

If we don't blow it up and it falls into the hands of the Japanese, that would be aiding the enemy, that would be attacking our own people.

The artillerymen around them all had their heads down, and some were even secretly wiping away tears.

For artillerymen, the cannon is their life, their wife.

The pain of destroying one's own cannon is worse than death itself.

Lin Feng looked at the artillerymen with their long faces and chuckled inwardly, but put on an expert's air.

He walked around the 240mm cannon with his hands behind his back, then pointed to the explosive charge in the breech and shook his head with a look of disgust.

"Hey colonel, are you setting off a cannon, or are you just letting the Japanese have some fun?"

The colonel was taken aback, somewhat unconvinced: "Sir, this is TNT. If you put it in the gun barrel and it explodes, the gun barrel will definitely be ruined."

"Is it ruined?"

Lin Feng sneered, patted the thick cannon barrel, and began to exaggerate:

"This is Krupp's high-quality steel. Your little bit of explosive will at most damage the rifling or deform the breech."

If the Japanese take it back, replace the inner liner, or repair the breechblock, it might still be usable.

Even if it's unusable, those tens of tons of good steel—if the Japanese take it back and melt it down, how many bayonets could they make? How many bullets? In the end, wouldn't they still end up hitting our brothers?

The colonel was stumped by the question; he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"Besides," Lin Feng pointed to the complex hydraulic recoil mechanism and aiming system, "did you blow up these precision components? These are the hardest parts to manufacture. What good is just blowing up the gun barrel?"

"Then... what do we do?" the colonel asked anxiously. "We don't have enough explosives to flatten the whole mountain."

"Therefore, professional matters should be left to professionals."

Lin Feng straightened his chest and pointed to the several system engineers behind him, carrying entrenching tools and with stern faces:

"I have professional demolition engineers who have been specially trained in how to demolish... oh no, how to carry out destructive blasting."

We will remove all the critical hydraulic systems and aiming devices, and then place high-energy explosives at the key stress points of the gun barrel.

"I guarantee we'll blow these cannons to smithereens; the Japanese won't even be able to pick up a single screw."

The colonel looked at the two gold stars on Lin Feng's collar insignia, then at the well-equipped and clearly menacing soldiers behind him, and a sudden inspiration struck him.

"You...you are Commander Lin Feng of the Provisional 8th Army?"

Lin Feng's name has recently become quite famous in Jiangyin's defense line; he's not only a skilled fighter, but also has top-notch equipment.

"Genuine, no doubt about it." Lin Feng nodded calmly.

The colonel's suspicion vanished almost instantly.

Since it's this gentleman, he must have real skills.

Moreover, to be honest, they were extremely unwilling to personally blow up these "old buddies" they had spent so much time with.

That feeling was like strangling your own child with your own hands.

It would be wonderful if someone were willing to do it for me.

"Since it's Commander Lin, then we can rest assured."

The colonel saluted, his tone carrying a hint of relief:

"Brothers, we are indebted to Lieutenant General Lin."

Since Commander Lin has a way to completely destroy it, let's not get in the way.

"Hurry back to camp, pack your belongings, and prepare for retreat."

"yes!"

The surrounding artillerymen, as if granted a pardon, all cast grateful glances at Lin Feng.

After all, it's too cruel to blow up your own "wife" with your own hands.

Now that someone else is willing to be their "executioner," they naturally prefer to ignore it and are even a little relieved.

Soon, the artillerymen of the river defense force withdrew completely, leaving only an empty gun emplacement and a few lonely giant cannons.

"Hehe, now they're all mine."

Watching their departing figures, the seriousness on Lin Feng's face vanished instantly, replaced by the ecstatic joy of finding a treasure.

"System, get to work!"

Taking advantage of Deputy Division Commander Zhang's absence, Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Buzz—"

The two 240mm fortress guns and three 150mm naval guns, along with the last few remaining shells, vanished into thin air and were stored in the system space.

"Comfortable."

Lin Feng clapped his hands, and now his heavy artillery group was even stronger.

Once we get to Jiangbei, we'll find a suitable place to release these big guys, which will definitely give the Japanese a big surprise.

Just then, plumes of dust rose from the distant horizon.

Through the binoculars, one could see a dense mass of yellowish-brown figures wriggling about; those were the Japanese troops, clearly preparing to launch another attack while the defenders were in disarray during their retreat.

"You arrived pretty quickly."

Lin Feng snorted coldly and turned to look at Zhang Bingwen, the deputy commander of the 112th Division, who was jogging towards him.

"Deputy Division Commander Zhang."

"Yes." Zhang Bingwen stood at attention.

"The Japanese are coming up again."

Go back immediately to organize the defenses, rely on the Wushan position, and just hold out until nightfall today.

I will coordinate my engineer regiment to lay mines along key sections of the road, the artillery regiment to provide fire support, and the armored regiment to provide flank cover for you.

"Yes, mission accomplished!" Zhang Bingwen replied loudly.

Lin Feng nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:

"By the way, how many radio operators are there in your division?"