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

Chen Cixiu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He raised his head, looked around at everyone present, his voice tinged with excitement, yet also with a hint of something else that was hard to define:

"Everyone, please take a look."

He handed the photo to the general next to him.

The photo was passed around among the people.

With each sheet viewed, the atmosphere in the meeting room grew more somber.

When the last photo, filled with Japanese corpses, was passed to everyone, the only sound in the conference room was heavy breathing.

"Is...is this real?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"With the photo right here, how could it be fake?"

Chen Cixiu said coldly:

"Lin Feng called to say that his Provisional 8th Army had annihilated a supply battalion of the Guoqi Detachment in Jiangbei."

They annihilated 937 Japanese soldiers and captured 7 artillery pieces, as well as countless guns and ammunition.

These are genuine military achievements, without any exaggeration.

The generals present looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

They had just been listening to Chen Cixiu vehemently criticize the false reporting of war achievements.

In the blink of an eye, someone produced such conclusive evidence to prove that they had indeed won a great victory.

This contrast left them momentarily speechless.

"Hmph, they only attacked a supply battalion."

At the lower end of the conference table, Commander Sun, the commander of the 72nd Army and concurrently the commander of the 88th Division, suddenly let out a cold laugh.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

All eyes turned to him.

Division Commander Sun leaned back in his chair, a hint of disdain on his face:

"The Kunisaki Detachment is the elite of the 5th Division, known as the 'Steel Army'."

Their supply battalion, while not weak in combat, was not a front-line fighting force.

Lin Feng was able to defeat them, which only means he was lucky and ran into an easy target.

He paused, then continued:

"But now, the main force of the Kunisaki team must already know."

Do you think that old Japanese devil Kunisaki Noboru will let this go?

He will definitely turn around and launch a full-scale attack on Lin Feng.

Whether Lin Feng's Provisional 8th Army can hold out at that time is hard to say.

Commander Sun's words expressed the sentiments of many people.

Although everyone present was shocked by Lin Feng's results, deep down they didn't really think highly of him.

A newly formed ragtag army was no match for an elite force like the Kunisaki Detachment.

Winning a single skirmish was already a miracle.

If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, it will most likely be defeated after a few days, and might even be devoured in one bite.

Chen Cixiu glanced at Commander Sun but said nothing.

He knew in his heart that although these words were harsh, they were not without reason.

Lin Feng really stirred up a hornet's nest with this battle, and Kunisaki Deng will not let him off the hook.

The newly assembled, routed soldiers of the Provisional 8th Army were no match for a fully equipped and reinforced brigade of the Japanese—it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree…

"Alright, quiet down."

At the head of the conference table, the elderly man who had been silent all along finally spoke.

Everyone immediately sat up straight and looked at him.

The old man slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"Lin Feng, this junior from Whampoa Military Academy, has taught you seniors and superiors a lesson."

His tone was calm, but the weight of his words was overwhelming:

"When fighting a war, you should do it like him."

Use all your strength, don't worry about the danger.

Don't spend all your time thinking about preserving your strength or getting promoted and making money.

The Party and the State nurtured you and gave you military power, not so that you could enjoy a life of luxury!

"You're here to protect the Party and the country!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Sun's face instantly turned ugly.

It felt like swallowing a fly.

But he dared not refute, and could only lower his head, trying to avoid the old man's gaze.

"in addition."

The old man's tone suddenly became heavy:

"Mr. Sun Yat-sen's mausoleum is located in Nanjing."

Gentlemen, we must fight to the bitter end and defend Nanjing.

We cannot let our late father's spirit see us, his descendants, so incompetent.

His words were like a boulder, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The meeting room was solemn.

No one speaks.

Only the wall clock made a "tick-tock" sound.

-----

The next day, early in the morning.

It wasn't fully light yet.

At Jinling Airport, a DC-3 transport plane has started its engines.

The airflow generated by the propeller blew the withered grass on the ground into a frenzy.

The old man, who had just urged everyone to fight to the death, boarded the plane surrounded by a group of high-ranking officials.

His face was calm, revealing no emotion.

Just before boarding the plane, he glanced back at the direction of Nanjing.

There, the morning mist shrouded everything, making everything hazy and indistinct.

Just like the future of this country, it's unclear.

"Let's go."

The old man withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into the cabin.

The hatch closed.

The plane taxied slowly, then accelerated and took off.

It first flew westward to Mount Lu.

After a brief stop there, we will continue westward to Jiangcheng.

As for Jinling...

The area was already partially surrounded by the Japanese.

Too dangerous.

Those who are not suitable for the Party-state's top leadership positions should not remain there.

The plane flew higher and higher and soon disappeared into the clouds.

Only the soldiers who remained on the ground, still holding their ground in Nanjing, were left behind.

And, far away in Jiangbei, Lin Feng and his Provisional 8th Army were engaged in a fierce battle with the Guoqi Detachment.

-----

On the battlefield of Huangtiangang, north of the Yangtze River.

The Japanese heavy artillery battalion finally arrived at the battlefield, panting heavily.

They didn't have time to build proper artillery positions; they simply chose a relatively flat piece of wasteland with a wide field of fire and hastily began to deploy.

"Quickly, quickly, deploy your forces!"

"Calculate the firing parameters."

"Hey, you lazybones, stop standing around and hurry up and unload the ammunition from the truck!"

The Japanese army had a strict hierarchy, and superior officers naturally carried out their work while cursing and beating their soldiers.

The artillerymen hurriedly unloaded the heavy artillery pieces from the tracked tractor and put down the spades.

The ammunition handlers unloaded boxes of bright yellow 150mm high-explosive shells from the mule carts and piled them up some distance from the artillery.

The entire position was a hive of activity.

In the distance, at Kunisaki Noboru's command post.

The chief of staff hung up the phone and reported to Kunisaki Noboru:

"Sir, the heavy artillery battalion reports that they have reached their designated positions and are deploying."

We expect to be ready to fire in about half an hour.

"Yoshi."

Kunisaki Noboru glanced at his pocket watch:

"Order them to aim at the tallest bunker in the middle of the Chinese defense line."

First, conduct a test firing to correct the trajectory.

Then, give me ten minutes of rapid ejaculation.

I'm going to blow that section of the defensive line to smithereens.

"Hai!"