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

Nanjing, late at night.

The conference room in the National Government Building near Jiming Temple was brightly lit.

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all outside light.

Around the long conference table sat a dozen or so high-ranking generals dressed in their uniforms, all of whom were division commanders or army commanders.

In front of each person was a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.

Smoke billowed around.

The strong smell of tobacco mixed with the oppressive atmosphere made the whole room feel particularly dull.

The Japanese troops are approaching Nanjing.

And it's very fast.

The 6th, 16th, and 9th Divisions, like three sharp knives, pierced straight into the outskirts of Nanjing from three directions.

The Battle of Shanghai has been over for a month.

But the shadow cast by that brutal three-month-long battle still looms over everyone's hearts.

The troops were decimated, their morale was shattered, and the organizational structure of many units was disrupted.

Now, the battle to defend the capital is imminent.

"Speak up, why aren't you saying anything?"

At the head of the conference table, Chen Cixiu, deputy commander of the Seventh War Zone, slammed his hand on the table.

The teacup was jolted and jumped up, splashing tea all over the table.

Chen Cixiu's face was ashen, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He surveyed the crowd, his voice as cold as ice:

"Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

This one annihilated 3,000 enemies, that one annihilated 2,000.

Let me ask you, how many guns did you capture?

"How many Japanese prisoners did you capture?"

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, staring at the table in front of them, not daring to meet Chen Cixiu's gaze.

Falsely reporting battle achievements and exaggerating the number of enemy casualties was common practice within the National Revolutionary Army.

It was an unspoken understanding between top to bottom.

After all, if the battle report is written well, the superiors will be happy, and the subordinates will be more likely to get promoted and make money.

Who would actually take it seriously?

But Chen Cixiu clearly has no intention of saving face for anyone today.

"The Battle of Shanghai lasted for three months."

The enemy casualty figures you reported, when added together, must be at least 200,000, right?

But what about the Japanese?

The more they fought, the more Japanese soldiers appeared, and the closer they got.

They've already reached the gates of Nanjing!

Chen Cixiu grew increasingly angry as he spoke, his voice trembling:

"Great victories are happening everywhere!"

So, after winning so many victories, they ended up having to retreat to the point of having to fight a battle to defend the capital?!

Tell me, what the hell is this great victory?

Is this what you call a great victory?

This is a crushing defeat!

He stood up abruptly, pointing at the several German-equipped division commanders present:

"You are all graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy, students of the Chairman, and elites of the Party and the State."

I usually turn a blind eye to people bragging or exaggerating their achievements.

But what time is it now?

The capital is about to be lost.

Are you still doing this kind of empty, superficial stuff?

Do you deserve to wear this military uniform?

"Do we deserve the trust and support we received from Chairman Chiang?"

The commanders of those German-equipped divisions of the Central Army had their faces flushed red.

They were all graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy, the pride of heaven.

In their respective units, they were always the ones who had the final say.

When have I ever been insulted like this?

But it was Chen Cixiu who criticized them.

A bigwig in the civil engineering department, a favorite of the Chairman.

They could only endure it.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Just then.

"Report."

The meeting room door was pushed open.

A major general staff officer strode in, carrying a folder in his hand.

He walked over to Chen Cixiu, bent down, whispered a few words, and then handed him the folder.

Chen Cixiu frowned, took the folder, and opened it.

Inside was a telegram.

He glanced at it quickly, and the anger on his face eased slightly.

The telegram was sent by Lin Feng.

The text above states that his Provisional 8th Army has caught up with the Kunisaki Detachment and made contact with them.

"Hmm, not bad."

Chen Cixiu nodded, his voice carrying a hint of approval:

"This Lin Feng is very capable."

I sent one of my ragtag troops to chase after Kunisaki's detachment, and he actually dared to do it.

No wonder he came from Whampoa Military Academy.

He raised his head and addressed the assembled crowd:

"Lin Feng called, saying that his Provisional 8th Army had caught up with the tail of the Guoqi Detachment."

This is a good thing.

As long as he can hold off the Kunisaki detachment, even if only for a few days, the pressure on Jinling Jiangbei will be greatly reduced.

Upon hearing this, everyone wore complex expressions.

There was surprise, disdain, and doubt.

A newly formed Provisional 8th Army, going to pursue an elite force like the Kunisaki Detachment?

Isn't that just asking for death?

Chen Cixiu continued reading the telegram.

But soon, his brows furrowed again.

The latter part of the telegram detailed the specific results of the battle:

The entire supply battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment was annihilated, and 937 Japanese soldiers were killed.

Four Type 4 mountain guns and three Type 3 infantry guns were captured.

More than 600 rifles, more than 30 light and heavy machine guns, and countless ammunition, food and clothing were seized.

Chen Cixiu's lips twitched slightly.

He had just been vehemently criticizing the practice of exaggerating military achievements.

As a result, Lin Feng turned around and reported this "great victory" to him.

Nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers were annihilated?

They also captured 7 cannons?

Why does this number sound so familiar?

They are exactly the same as those people who reported earlier.

"This Lin Feng..."

Chen Cixiu's face darkened again, his voice filled with obvious displeasure:

"I just finished speaking..."

Before he could finish speaking, the major general staff officer next to him handed him another manila envelope.

"Sir, this was sent by boat by the Provisional 8th Army."

Commander Lin said, "You must take a look."

Chen Cixiu took the envelope with a puzzled look and opened it.

Inside was a stack of photos.

He picked up the top one, glanced at it, and froze.

The photo shows mountains of Japanese weapons.

The Type 38 rifles were piled up like a small mountain, while the Type 92 heavy machine guns and the Type 14 light machine guns were neatly arranged to the side.

Scattered around were Japanese soldiers' helmets, water bottles, lunch boxes, and other miscellaneous items.

The second photo shows several captured mountain guns and infantry guns.

The Japanese chrysanthemum insignia still remained on the cannon.

The third one, the fourth one...

They were all similar scenarios.

The most stunning photos are the last few.

It was an open field, densely packed with the corpses of Japanese soldiers.

The khaki military uniforms stood out starkly against the black and white background of the photo.

The corpses were neatly stacked, like bundles of timber waiting to be processed.

The sheer number of them is enough to make one's scalp crawl.

Chen Cixiu's hands trembled slightly.

As we all know, in this era, photos cannot be photoshopped.

Only simple modifications can be made, such as cropping and color adjustment.

However, the possibility of faking such large-scale scene photos is almost zero.

Moreover, the shooting angle, lighting, and details of the photos are incredibly realistic.

The postures, expressions, and even the locations of the wounds on those Japanese soldiers' corpses cannot be faked.

This can only prove one thing—Lin Feng's battle report was not exaggerated.

He truly won a great victory.

It was truly a snatching victory from the jaws of death; right under the noses of the Kunisaki Detachment, they annihilated nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop.

They did indeed capture a large amount of weapons and equipment.