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

"Yes, it's a dead end."

Wei Zhen nodded in agreement:

"Once the breach is sealed, the Japanese Kunisaki Detachment will be trapped like turtles in a jar."

Despite the praise from everyone, Lin Feng remained humble.

His expression remained calm, even stern.

Because he knew that the outcome of this battle depended not on the terrain, but on the people.

"Everyone."

Lin Feng interrupted the discussion, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces:

"No matter how good the terrain is, it still needs people to guard it."

I will now assign the specific combat tasks.

He first looked at Zhang Wenzhong, the commander of the Provisional 50th Division:

"Commander Zhang."

"Here." Zhang Wenzhong straightened his back.

"Your task is the most demanding." Lin Feng pointed to the defensive line on the map that resembled the bottom of a bag:

"The 1st Regiment of the Provisional 50th Division must be firmly nailed to the bottom of this pocket."

Whether it was the Japanese infantry charge or their air and artillery bombardment.

You must stand firm on your positions like nails and never retreat a single step.

"As long as you block them, this bag is sealed tight."

Zhang Wenzhong took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"Rest assured, Commander."

I have ordered reinforcements to arrive quickly, and we guarantee to hold our ground to the death.

As long as I, Zhang Wenzhong, have a breath left, the Japanese devils will never be able to cross my defense line.

If this bag leaks, you can use my head to plug it.

Zhang Wenzhong knew very well that Lin Feng was testing him and giving him an opportunity by entrusting such a difficult and crucial task to him, the commander of a ragtag division.

Whether he can hold onto his position as division commander, whether he can establish himself in the elite 8th Provisional Army, and whether he can truly gain Lin Feng's trust all depend on this battle.

If played well, it would transform a ragtag army into a core elite force.

If you can't play well, then don't say anything else.

"it is good."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction:

"While the Japanese are still away, your unit will continue digging trenches."

Don't complain about the hard work, dig several more layers, make the defense line thicker, and make sure it has depth.

I'll give you an extra 200 boxes of hand grenades, all genuine Han Chinese M24s, very powerful.

"When the Japanese devils charge in, don't hold back, just hurl them down and blow those sons of bitches to bits."

"Yes, Commander Xie." Zhang Wenzhong saluted excitedly.

After arranging the main positions, Lin Feng turned to look at Zhang Bingwen and Wei Zhen.

"The two of you."

Lin Feng's tone softened slightly, even carrying a hint of mockery:

"Whether this play can be performed well, and whether the Japanese devils will be fooled, depends entirely on your performances."

Zhang Bingwen and Wei Zhen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of excitement in each other's eyes.

"Commander, please give the order."

"I want you to take a portion of the Independent 1st Division, especially those old brothers who haven't had time to change their uniforms yet, and head west of Huangtian Port as bait."

Lin Feng pointed to the prominent location on the map:

"Your task is simple: make contact, show weakness, break down, and entice."

I want you to act more convincingly.

Make the Japanese think you're just a bunch of rabble, a group of terrified wretches.

"If you can lure the main force of the Kunisaki Detachment into this ambush area, you will have achieved the greatest success."

"Haha, don't worry, Commander."

Zhang Bingwen laughed heartily and patted his chest:

"We're very familiar with this job."

We were defeated generals, and orphans, so we don't even need makeup to act in this. Just standing there is enough to be a natural performance.

"I guarantee those Japanese devils will be so distracted by us that they'll want to devour us whole."

Wei Zhen also laughed and said:

"That's right, a defeat, isn't that easy?"

"As long as you, Commander, don't really abandon us and let the Japanese eat us."

"rest assured."

Lin Feng patted the two of them on the shoulders:

"I, Lin Feng, never betray my teammates."

"You just need to lure the Japanese in, and I'll handle the rest. I guarantee they won't leave alive."

Zhang Bingwen and Wei Zhen nodded emphatically.

This was their first battle after joining the Provisional 8th Army and following Lin Feng.

Although they were used as bait, this was not only a sign of trust, but also an opportunity for them to make a contribution.

As for whether I'll be scared?

joke.

If they were afraid of dying, they would have run away long ago before Jiang Yin's defenses collapsed.

The fact that they've managed to stay together until now proves that they are a group of men who genuinely want to fight the Japanese to the bitter end.

As long as Lin Feng, their pillar of support, doesn't fall and doesn't run away, they are willing to risk their lives and fight to the end with him.

"Let's take action!"

Lin Feng glanced at the gradually whitening eastern horizon:

"It's almost dawn."

The curtain is about to rise, let's give that old devil Kunisaki a good performance of "The Empty City Stratagem," oh no, "Inviting the Enemy into the Trap!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

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The next day, noon.

The vanguard of the Kunisaki Detachment finally caught up with the retreating armored reconnaissance company and reached the outskirts of Huangtian Port.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Chinese army positions have been spotted ahead."

A cavalry scout rode off on horseback to report.

Kunisaki Tomo, mounted on his horse, trotted a few steps while holding the reins, and then raised his binoculars.

Just a few kilometers away, a seemingly rudimentary defensive line stood in front of them.

The trenches were sparse and scattered, and in some places the soil hadn't even been compacted.

The battlefield was crowded with people, and it looked chaotic.

"Is this Lin Feng's unit?"

Kunisaki Noboru frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

This was completely different from the disciplined and fierce elite troops he had imagined.

On the battlefield, Wei Zhen, his face flushed, was directing a group of defeated soldiers from his Independent 1st Division in a mock battle.

"Be smart, everyone. The commander said we need to act like 'birds startled by the mere twang of a bow.'"

Wei Zhen lowered his voice and roared:

"Hey you, put your hat on a little crooked."

And over there, don't stand so stiffly upright, give me a couple of shudders.

These soldiers had just been withdrawn from the front lines in Jiangyin. Their clothes were tattered and their faces were pale. If they acted out their true selves, their appearance would be absolutely stunning.

They deliberately ran around in the trenches, shouting and yelling.

Some soldiers even deliberately threw empty cans, cigarette butts, and even some worn-out shoes and socks onto the front lines.

When the cavalry scouts of Kunisaki's detachment cautiously reached the front line to scout, this was the scene they witnessed:

The trenches were dug crookedly, and the machine gun positions didn't even have camouflage netting.

The Chinese soldiers gathered in small groups to smoke. When they saw the Japanese scouts coming, they didn't fire immediately. Instead, they turned around and ran away in fear, almost losing their guns in the process.

"Yosh... Looks like the intelligence was wrong."

Putting down his binoculars, Kunisaki Noboru's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

"What kind of elite force is this?"

They were clearly a bunch of terrified rabble.

The chief of staff beside him echoed:

"Your Excellency, it seems that although Lin Feng has some skills, the quality of his main force is still low."

The previous battle was probably a sneak attack launched by them using all their heavy weapons.

Now, forced into a corner by our main force, their true colors have been revealed.