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

The gunfire in the reed marshes completely ceased.

The smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood drifted in the cold morning breeze.

The battle ended quickly.

Under the crushing force of armored units and the strafing of automatic fire, this Japanese supply unit, lacking anti-tank capabilities, was like a fragile egg hitting a rock, shattering instantly.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. Don't forget any useful supplies."

The shouts of officers at all levels echoed across the battlefield.

Soldiers from the 1st Honor Brigade began scavenging for weapons and ammunition among the corpses and wreckage.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, inspecting the area as he stepped on the soft soil.

Ahead, several medics were rushing past carrying a stretcher.

"Over here, over here, one of our brothers has had his leg injured by the explosion!"

"Quick, a tourniquet."

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He saw a female medic with short, ear-length hair kneeling in front of a wounded Japanese soldier.

The female medic held a first-aid kit in her hand, seemingly hesitating.

The Japanese soldier's stomach was ripped open by shrapnel, his intestines spilling out onto the ground. His eyes were glazed over, and he was still cursing "Baka" in a foul language.

Lin Feng recognized the female soldier.

Back when she was fighting in Shanghai, she was a female student wearing a blue dress. She found the building that her unit was defending and asked to join the army to fight the Japanese.

Back then, when she first became a medic, she would turn pale with fright and tremble as she bandaged wounded soldiers with severed arms and legs.

Now, the white and red cross sleeves she wore were no longer recognizable, and were speckled with dried, dark red bloodstains.

Fear was gone from her eyes; only determination and composure remained.

"What are you standing there for?"

Lin Feng walked over, his voice calm.

The female medic looked up, her face covered in dust. When she saw it was Lin Feng, she quickly tried to stand up and salute.

Lin Feng pressed down on her shoulder and pointed at the Japanese soldier.

"Our penicillin and bandages are very expensive; they're for our brothers who are fighting the Japanese."

He looked into the female medic's eyes, his tone softening:

"There is no need for mercy towards invaders."

The female medic pursed her lips, nodded, silently put away the first-aid kit, and turned to walk towards another wounded soldier.

Lin Feng turned around and waved.

"Don't use bullets, it's a waste..."

The guard next to him understood immediately, stepped forward, picked up the rifle with a bayonet attached, and with a "thud," the bayonets clashed.

The world is quiet now.

Lin Feng watched the female medic's busy figure and felt a sense of emotion.

War is a melting pot.

It makes people grow up too fast.

It wasn't just him, the time traveler, but also these children who should have been studying in school.

Everyone is being forced to grow up, to harden, to become cold.

Soon, Zhao Dashan ran over with a preliminary statistical report, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"Commander, the statistics are in."

He handed the list to Lin Feng, his tone relaxed:

"Including the battle by the river last night, we have eliminated nearly 800 Japanese soldiers."

Our casualties were less than 300, with over 80 killed in action.

After all, it's a heavy armored force fighting a light infantry supply corps; it would be truly shameful if there were heavy casualties.

Moreover, they have armored vehicles and warships, all of which are highly mobile units.

Facing these 800-plus Japanese soldiers, Lin Feng fought a brilliant battle of annihilation, not a battle of rout; not many Japanese soldiers escaped.

Lin Feng took the list and glanced at it.

"It was captured."

"Quite a few."

Zhao Dashan pointed to the horses gathered together in the distance:

"More than 300 Japanese horses were seized, and about the same number were killed or wounded."

Six trucks were intact, but the remaining dozen or so were completely destroyed.

As for supplies... there are even more.

From the Japanese soldiers' bedding and overcoats to canned beef, sake, cigarettes, and boxes of rifle and artillery ammunition, piled up like small mountains.

Lin Feng glanced at the horses.

Most of them were sturdy draft horses with short legs and thick bodies.

"These are packhorses, not warhorses for charging into battle."

Lin Feng closed the list:

"However, they are excellent at pulling carts and cannons. It just so happens that our two provisional divisions are short of footmen, so we'll keep them."

"yes!"

"Also, I just saw over a hundred Japanese soldiers escape in the chaos?"

"Yes, those bastards run faster than rabbits, disappearing into the reeds and woods."

"To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots."

A fierce glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes:

"Send out a company, equipped with light machine guns, to search the surrounding area."

In addition, the armored regiment was ordered to dispatch two platoons of SDKFZ.222 armored vehicles and three-wheeled motorcycles to conduct armed reconnaissance westward.

Lin Feng specifically instructed:

"Tell the scouts that their mission is to find people, not to risk their lives."

If you encounter a small group of Japanese soldiers, just wipe them out. If you encounter a large group of Japanese main forces, report it immediately and then harass them from a distance.

Our armored vehicles are thin-skinned and can't withstand the Japanese 37mm anti-tank guns. We mustn't let this go wrong.

"clear!"

After arranging matters on the battlefield, Lin Feng returned to the makeshift command tent.

The orderly brought over a cup of hot tea.

Lin Feng held the teacup to warm his hands, then exhaled a puff of white breath and stared at the map in deep thought.

"Staff officer, send a telegram to the follow-up troops to inquire about their current location."

"yes!"

Lin Feng guessed that with such a fierce battle raging here, the fleeing Japanese soldiers must have already sent messengers to request reinforcements.

Now, the ball is at Kunisaki Noboru's feet.

"Noboru Kunisaki, Noboru Kunisaki, what would you choose?"

Lin Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the map.

If the opposing team brings their main force back to provide reinforcements, that would be ideal.

The battlefield will then shift eastward, getting closer to Lin Feng's main force.

He only needs to use the high mobility of the armored forces to entangle Kunisaki's detachment like glue for a day, and then, once the main force of the Provisional 8th Army arrives, he can give Kunisaki a good beating.

Conversely, if Kunisaki Noboru were a ruthless person, he would disregard everything, sacrifice pawns to save the king, and continue his westward charge to seize Pukou.

That would be a real headache for Lin Feng.

He would be forced to undertake a long pursuit, which would stretch the battle lines very long and take him further and further away from his main force in the rear.

"Hopefully, that old Japanese devil will change his mind."

Lin Feng took a sip of hot tea, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"After all, that was the baggage of several hundred carriages, half the life of the entire detachment."

I refuse to believe you can be so heartless as to let your soldiers go to war hungry.

Setting down his teacup, Lin Feng's thoughts drifted even further.

Despite his best efforts in the current battle, the tide of the battle is irreversible.

The fall of Nanjing was almost a foregone conclusion.

Then came the largest and most inspiring battle in the early stages of the War of Resistance against Japan—the Battle of Pengcheng.

He was currently in Jiangbei, which was the territory of the Fifth War Zone.

Historically, there was a rest period of about three months between the end of the Battle of Nanjing and the large-scale Japanese attack on Pengcheng.

"Three months... is enough."

Lin Feng opened the system panel and, after a series of battles, he had achieved many more victories than when he first arrived in Jiangyin.

Current Merit Points: 22573