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

"Radio operator?"

Zhang Bingwen was stunned for a moment, then a look of pride appeared on his face:

"Commander, you've come to the right person."

Although our division is currently dirt poor, it has a lot of talented people.

Back in the Northeast, the old marshal valued education, and the officers who came out of the military academy were undoubtedly outstanding.

Moreover, our division also has many student soldiers and technicians who came from Northeastern University and Fengtian Arsenal.

They don't just have primary school diplomas; they have middle school and university diplomas too.

There are plenty of technicians who can drive trucks, repair machines, operate radios, and map artillery data.

At this point, Zhang Bingwen's expression darkened again, and he sighed:

"Alas, even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice."

Ever since we lost our great rear area in Northeast China, we've become like motherless children.

The radio is broken and there are no parts to repair it; there's nowhere to refill the batteries; the truck is out of gas and has broken down.

The only radio that the entire division can use now is that old, outdated 15-watt radio at the division headquarters, and it's not always reliable.

Lin Feng was secretly pleased to hear this.

This is like a windfall!

Marshal Zhang governed Northeast China for over a decade and was indeed skilled in construction and education. The little wealth he left behind has now all gone to him.

In an era with extremely high illiteracy rates, an army with a large number of technical personnel and intellectuals is an invaluable asset.

If you equip them with good gear, their combat effectiveness will definitely skyrocket.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Lin Feng patted Zhang Bingwen on the shoulder and said with great enthusiasm:

"Lack of equipment? That's no problem."

I have quite a few radio stations there; I'll have someone deliver some to me right now.

Not only will we equip your division headquarters with high-powered radios, but we will also distribute them directly to the regimental level, and even the battalion level!

We need to build an airtight communication network.

Lin Feng knew very well that the reason why many Nationalist troops fought so badly during the War of Resistance Against Japan was not because the soldiers were not brave, but because their command system was too backward.

Often, troops can attack and defend, but they simply cannot retreat.

Because of the lack of communication equipment, orders were relayed by shouting or running on foot.

Once caught in mobile warfare or retreat, the organizational structure can easily be disrupted, communication between superiors and subordinates can be lost, and the troops will wander around like headless flies, eventually leading to a major rout.

Especially the subsequent crossing of the Yangtze River and the pursuit battle north of the river, which were high-intensity mobile warfare.

Without an efficient communication and command system, the 112th Division would be difficult to recall once deployed.

He must plan ahead and make up for this shortcoming.

"real?!"

Zhang Bingwen's voice trembled with excitement: "Commander, you...you really provided a radio? That's a precious item!"

"Precious my foot! How could it be more precious than the lives of our brothers?"

Lin Feng waved his hand:

"Go back and pick people. Find all those who know how to operate a radio."

The equipment and such will be delivered in a bit.

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Meanwhile, Major General Numata Tokushige, commander of the 26th Infantry Brigade of the 13th Division of the Japanese Army, was standing on a high ground, observing the Huangshan Fortress across the way through binoculars.

He snorted coldly, put down his binoculars, and then turned to look at a middle-aged, fat man in a yellow-green military uniform who was bowing and scraping beside him.

This fat man's name is Li Chunshan, and he is the brigade commander of the 1st Brigade of the Jing'an Army of the puppet Anzhou National Army.

This unit was originally part of the Northeast Army, but after the September 18 Incident, it lost its backbone, defected to the Japanese, and became a complete traitorous armed force.

As early as the later stages of the Battle of Shanghai, these traitors sailed south from the Northeast, landed near Shanghai, and followed the Japanese soldiers all the way, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities.

Now that the main force of the Japanese army has moved westward to Nanjing, the number of Japanese troops left to deal with Jiang Yin, a tough nut to crack, is limited. Numata Tokushige naturally set his sights on these puppet troops.

After all, using Chinese people to deplete their bullets was the Japanese's favorite business.

"Li Sang".

Numata Tokushige patted Li Chunshan on the shoulder and said in a strange accent:

"Ahead is the Huangshan Fortress, which is very sturdy."

The warriors of the Imperial Army need rest.

Now is the time for the Jing'an Army to show its strength.

Your troops, charge up and take the fort.

"Take it down, and you'll be richly rewarded! Gold tickets, pretty girls, you name it!"

Li Chunshan's legs were trembling as he looked at the distant gun emplacement that resembled a steel hedgehog and the huge fireballs that kept rising.

He cursed the Japanese devils and their ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

This isn't about making a contribution; it's clearly sending them to their deaths.

The caliber of the cannons on that gun emplacement was terrifying to look at; one shot could wipe out an entire company.

But looking into Numata Tokushige's cold eyes, and at the Japanese soldiers around him with their hands on their sword hilts, Li Chunshan knew he had no choice.

If you become a dog, you have to be prepared to be stewed and eaten by your master.

"Hai, sir, don't worry!"

Li Chunshan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, straightened his chest, and loudly declared his loyalty:

"Our Jing'an Army is utterly loyal to the Imperial Army."

For the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, for the victory of the Imperial Army, we are willing to go through fire and water.

"Yoshi!"

Numata Tokushige nodded in satisfaction and gave a thumbs-up.

"You are absolutely loyal! Go quickly!"

When Li Chunshan returned to his brigade headquarters, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious expression.

"Damn it, those Japanese devils are scum!"

He cursed and pulled out his pistol, yelling at his regimental and battalion commanders:

"What are you all standing there for?! The officer has given the order, let's go!"

The first regiment will lead the attack, the second regiment will provide cover, and the third regiment will be in reserve.

"Charge, all of you! Anyone who dares to back down, I'll kill him!"

"Brigadier General...that's a fortress cannon..." a regimental commander said with a bitter face.

"Stop talking nonsense. Charging in might kill you, not charging means you're going to die now. Didn't you see the Japanese machine guns are already set up behind us?!"

Driven by Li Chunshan, more than two thousand Jing'an Army soldiers, armed with Liao-type 13 rifles and Japanese Golden Hook rifles, charged haphazardly toward Huangshan Fort.

These traitors emboldened themselves as they climbed up.

However, they were met with a devastating blow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The 88mm dual-purpose gun on Huangshan Fort roared.

Although the large-caliber fortress guns could not be fired due to issues with firing arc and disassembly, these 88mm guns were still overkill for infantry.

The high-explosive bomb exploded in the crowd, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.

The Jing'an Army soldiers fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

"Ah—! My leg!"

"Help! I'm not fighting anymore!"

These traitors are spineless by nature. They can fight when things are going well, but they crumble as soon as they encounter a tough opponent.

They had just reached halfway up the mountain when they were blown up and screamed for their parents, so they turned around and ran back.

"No refunds allowed! Who gave you permission to refund?!"

Li Chunshan shouted anxiously.

However, the fleeing soldiers wouldn't listen to him at all.

Just then, the Japanese supervisory team at the foot of the mountain opened fire.

"Da da da da da—"

The Type 92 heavy machine gun spat fire, mercilessly sweeping the retreating puppet troops.

Rows of traitors fell to the muzzle of their own masters' guns.

"Baka! Those who retreat, die, die!" The Japanese officer roared, brandishing his sword.

Heavy artillery was in front, and machine guns were behind.

Caught in the middle, with no way out, the Jing'an Army had no choice but to turn around again and launch a desperate suicidal charge towards the fort.

Just when Li Chunshan thought he was going to die here today.

Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire on the mountaintop thinned out, and finally stopped completely.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Li Chunshan peeked out from behind a rock, looking completely bewildered.

"Commander, the guns seem to have stopped firing!" his subordinate exclaimed in surprise.

"Haha, heaven is on my side!"

Li Chunshan was overjoyed and waved his pistol:

"Brothers, they're out of ammunition! Charge in, capture the defenders alive, and the officer will reward you handsomely!"