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

A huge map was spread out on the table, with the enemy and our positions marked on it in red and blue pencils.

The red arrow representing the Japanese Kunisaki Detachment, like a venomous snake, meanders westward along the north bank of the Yangtze River, pointing directly to the rear of Nanjing.

"Time is of the essence, we don't have time for a victory celebration here."

Lin Feng tapped his knuckles on the map, making a "thump-thump" sound.

"Yushu, take note of this. I need to urgently reorganize the troops."

Standing to the side, Zhao Yushu immediately took out his notebook, his expression serious, pen tip hovering over the paper, ready to take notes.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and began issuing instructions:

"First, regarding the newly joined brothers."

The remnants of the original 112th Division of the Northeast Army, plus the river defense fortress troops brought by Wei Zhen, and the naval personnel who were willing to come with us.

Effective immediately, they will be formally merged into the Provisional 8th Army Independent 1st Division.

Zhang Bingwen was appointed as the division commander, and Wei Zhen was appointed as the deputy division commander.

Thus, the entire division currently has approximately five thousand people.

At this point, Lin Feng paused, his tone softening somewhat:

"These five thousand people are in a special situation."

They were either exhausted troops who had just withdrawn, or technical troops who handled artillery and sailed warships.

Sending them to charge into battle with rifles would be a waste of their potential.

Therefore, they can rest assured that the 1st Independent Division will not be carrying out front-line combat missions for the time being.

Their only task is to keep up with the main group, avoid falling behind, and protect the key technical personnel and promising talents.

"Yes." Zhao Yushu quickly wrote it down.

"Secondly," Lin Feng began to assign two more unit designations, "the Provisional 50th Division and the Provisional 51st Division."

These two divisions were actually cobbled together from the various security regiments and the defeated soldiers gathered from all over the country.

Although they had been through several battles and seen blood, their foundation was still weak.

"These two divisions are severely lacking in transportation tools such as mules, horses, and donkey carts."

They walk entirely on two legs.

Lin Feng shook his head, sighing inwardly.

He is very self-aware.

Although, thanks to his efforts, these two divisions were able to eat and dress well.

But they were not the legendary iron-footed troops; they could not march a hundred miles a day or eighty miles at night and still immediately engage in battle.

That's something only an iron army armed with faith can do; his brothers can't do it yet.

If they were forced to march quickly to catch up with Kunisaki's detachment, they would probably fall apart before they even caught up.

"That's settled." Lin Feng continued his deployment. "The main force for the pursuit will still be my 1st Honor Brigade and the armored regiment."

The armored regiment was ordered to lead the charge. All trucks in the army were assembled, and a select unit from the 1st Honor Brigade followed closely behind in trucks.

Taking advantage of the road's mobility, we moved forward at full speed.

"We must catch the Kunisaki Detachment red-handed within a day, tear off a chunk of flesh, and slow down their advance."

"What about the remaining infantry and supplies?" Zhao Yushu asked, looking up.

"This is where the wisdom of our ancestors comes in."

Lin Feng pointed to the wide Yangtze River on the map:

"The Provisional 50th and 51st Divisions, along with the remaining infantry of the 1st Honorary Brigade, marched westward along the river."

As for the army's heavy supplies, ammunition, fuel, and all the seriously wounded soldiers.

All loaded onto the ship.

We currently have dozens of motorized vessels of various types, which form a ready-made transport fleet.

The fleet sailed upstream along the Yangtze River, advancing alongside the land-based troops.

Lin Feng sighed:

Why did ancient soldiers prefer to travel by water when they marched and fought?

Before trucks became widespread, shipping was the best option.

One boat can carry the equivalent of dozens or even hundreds of horse-drawn carts, and it doesn't even need to be fed hay.

"Our biggest advantage is having this inland river fleet to help with transportation!"

"clear!"

Zhao Yushu closed the notebook, her eyes filled with admiration:

"Cousin, your arrangement sounds absolutely brilliant to me."

I'll go and relay the order right away.

Watching Zhao Yushu's departing figure, Lin Feng suddenly smiled.

In fact, this time he wasn't just following orders to pursue the Kunisaki Detachment and delay their encirclement of Nanjing.

「兵力比是2比1，重火炮比是5比1，机炮比甚至是20比1，追击？老子这次要彻底吃掉他！」

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With deployment complete, the army is about to set off.

Lin Feng stepped out of the tent and went to an unnamed hill next to the camp.

By this time, it was already broad daylight.

He raised his binoculars and looked towards the south bank.

On the other side of the wide river, the once bustling Jiangyin County was now shrouded in a dark red cloud of smoke.

Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, obscuring half of the sky.

That's the Japanese setting fire.

Faintly, one could still hear gunshots and cries carried on the wind.

"brute."

Lin Feng gripped the binoculars tightly and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Although he took many people with him, his abilities were limited, and many others were unable to escape.

The atrocities committed by the Japanese soldiers after entering the city are unimaginable without even seeing them.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the foot of the mountain.

"Let us see Commander Lin."

"We want to join the army! We want revenge!"

"Don't stop us."

Lin Feng frowned and turned to the guard: "What's going on?"

"Commander, they are a group of young refugees who have just crossed the river."

The guard ran up to report to the leader:

There are probably more than four hundred people.

They also saw the black smoke on the other side of the river and knew that their hometown was gone; their eyes turned red.

He insisted on joining our army, saying he wanted to fight the Japanese devils with you and avenge his family.

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he strode down.

Upon arriving at the foot of the mountain, one could see over four hundred ragged young men crowded outside the cordon.

Some of them were still carrying carrying poles and hoes, while others were barefoot, their faces covered in soot and tears.

But their eyes were as fierce as wolves'.

Upon seeing Lin Feng descend, the crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in shouts:

"General Lin! Please accept us!"

The leader of the group knelt down with a thud, pointed at the billowing smoke on the opposite bank, and wept uncontrollably.

"General, that's our home!"

It's all burned, all gone!

My parents are slow-moving and didn't make it out...

I'm not leaving. I want to join the army and kill the Japanese devils.

"As long as it avenges my parents, my life is yours."

"We must get our revenge!"

"Kill the Japanese devils!"

More than four hundred men knelt down in unison, their cries shaking the heavens, yet also revealing a resolute killing intent.

Looking at those young and angry faces, Lin Feng felt a surge of emotion.

This is the backbone of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Normally they are docile farmers, peddlers, and apprentices.

But when the invaders' swords are turned against their own families, they become the fiercest warriors.

"Get up, all of you!"

Lin Feng stepped forward, helped the man in the lead up, and shouted loudly:

"A man's knees are worth gold; he should kneel to heaven, earth, and his parents, but not to me."

Want revenge? Fine.

I, Lin Feng, accept you all.

He surveyed the crowd, his gaze sharp and piercing:

"The Japanese devils burned down your homes and killed your relatives."

We must avenge this blood debt!

From today onwards, you are soldiers of the Provisional 8th Army.

I will give you guns and teach you how to fight.

"One day, let's go back to Jiangyin together and wipe out the Japanese devils!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roars of more than four hundred new recruits echoed through the sky.

Lin Feng felt a deep sense of emotion, thinking that as the atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders expanded, more and more sons and daughters of Great Xia would awaken and join the ranks of resistance.

This force is one that no invader can defeat.