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

And in the Huangtiangang area north of the Yangtze River.

The smoke of battle has gradually dissipated, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on this meat grinder.

Soldiers of the Provisional Eighth Army are busily cleaning up the battlefield.

They skillfully rummaged through the piles of Japanese corpses for valuable spoils, and if they encountered a Japanese soldier who wasn't quite dead yet, they would not hesitate to finish him off with a bayonet.

"Commander! Commander!"

Zhao Dashan, carrying a bloodstained command sword, ran excitedly to Lin Feng:

"Found him! We've found that old devil Kunisaki Tomo!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed Zhao Dashan to a bomb crater by the river.

In the crater lay a mangled corpse.

This Japanese soldier died a horrible death; half of his body was blown apart by a grenade, and his intestines spilled out onto the ground.

However, the gold star representing a major general can still be clearly seen on his remaining military uniform collar insignia.

"Commander, look."

Zhao Dashan handed over the command sword in his hand:

"This is a genuine officer's knife that he took from his hands."

The identification and diary in his pocket were also verified; he was indeed Major General Kunisaki Noboru, commander of the 9th Brigade of the 5th Division.

Lin Feng took the exquisitely crafted officer's sword, pulled out half of it, examined it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, confirmed kill."

Actually, his system had already given him a notification.

On the system interface that only he could see, lines of system prompts kept refreshing.

Just then, a series of crisp and pleasant system notification sounds suddenly rang in Lin Feng's mind.

[Kill one Japanese Army Major General, Merit Points +5000]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved your first kill of an enemy general-level high-ranking officer, unlocking the hidden achievement 'Fallen Star'.]

[Achievement Reward: 10000 Exchange Points]

"Damn it, good riddance to that old devil Kunisaki Noboru!"

He couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Cool.

That was so damn awesome.

The Japanese general is indeed a glittering ATM, truly valuable.

Lin Feng quickly did a mental calculation.

1 exchange points.

Based on the exchange rate in the system, 50 yuan equals 1 exchange point.

These 1 exchange points are equivalent to a full 50 silver dollars.

In later generations, this purchasing power would be roughly equivalent to 1-2 million RMB.

Becoming rich overnight!

With this huge sum of money, he could practically do whatever he wanted in the system's online store.

"1 exchange points..."

Lin Feng swallowed hard, his mind filled with images of the heavy equipment he had been eyeing for so long on the system's exchange page.

The 1 exchange points awarded for the first kill of the Japanese major general were enough for him to directly exchange for 50 Hansold BF-109E3 fighter jets in the system.

Alternatively, you can exchange them for 55 Czech-made 38t light tanks!

Whether it's building a rudimentary air force or expanding a full-fledged armored regiment, it's all within our grasp.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could unlock some achievement and get more exchange points if he could kill another Japanese lieutenant general division commander.

Besides the exchange points, the 5000 merit points rewarded for killing the Japanese major general were enough for him to use a bug to directly exchange for nearly 40 brand-new Bofors M1930 75mm mountain guns.

With these 40 mountain guns

His subordinate 50th and 51st Provisional Divisions, as well as the newly established Independent 1st Division.

Each infantry division can immediately assemble a powerful, directly subordinate artillery regiment.

At that time, the overall firepower of the Provisional Eighth Army will once again experience a qualitative leap.

"Kunisaki, you old devil, you're such a good person."

Lin Feng looked at the mangled corpse in the pit and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He turned to look at Zhao Dashan and loudly commanded:

"Call Zhao Yushu over and bring the best camera."

Take pictures of Kunisaki Noboru's body, his officer's sword, his identification documents, and the remains of the captured regimental flag.

The clearer the image, the better.

"Commander, what are you going to do..." Zhao Dashan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Lin Feng sneered, his eyes flashing with a crazed light:

"I want to use plaintext to send electricity throughout the country and the world."

I'll make sure the Japanese can't hide it from me no matter what.

I'm going to rub that old Showa brat's face into the ground and grind it mercilessly.

Meanwhile, the officers and soldiers of the Provisional Eighth Army were transforming into ruthless skinning machines, meticulously cleaning up the battlefield.

Lin Feng's order was clear: leave no survivors.

The soldiers thoroughly searched and looted nearly ten thousand Japanese corpses.

From weapons and ammunition to personal belongings, even the suede boots on his feet and the woolen military uniform on his body, everything was stripped away completely.

Finally, all the Japanese soldiers' corpses were stripped naked, leaving only a white loincloth, shivering in the cold wind.

To prevent the spread of the plague, Lin Feng ordered his engineers to dig several huge pits along the riverbank overnight.

The white corpses of the Japanese soldiers were thrown into the pit like dead pigs, piling up in layers to form a small mountain.

Then, several buckets of gasoline were poured on, and a fire was set on fire.

A raging fire shot into the sky, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of roasted meat. These invaders eventually turned into fertilizer for the land north of the Yangtze River.

On the other side, the captured supplies were piled up into tempting little mountains.

Bundles of Type 38 rifles, Type 96 machine guns, and grenade launchers.

Boxes of bright yellow bullets and shells.

There were also mountains of leather ammunition pouches, leather boots, military uniforms, and steel helmets.

Even the various odds and ends used by the Japanese officers, such as compasses, tinderboxes, binoculars, and watches, were neatly arranged and categorized.

Looking at the rich spoils of war, the soldiers couldn't stop smiling.

At the same time, Lin Feng ordered the military family field hospital to be set up on the spot.

White tents bearing the Red Cross symbol were quickly erected in the safe area.

Military doctors and nurses moved among the wounded, busily performing surgeries and bandaging them.

Lin Feng redeemed a large amount of anti-inflammatory drugs and surgical supplies from the system, opened up the supply, and did his best to save the lives of every injured brother.

As dusk fell, the setting sun shone like blood.

The atmosphere was solemn and respectful on an open space by the river.

Lin Feng, Zhao Yushu, Zhang Wenzhong and other senior generals of the Provisional Eighth Army stood in a neat row.

They removed their military caps, bowed their heads, and observed a moment of silence for the soldiers who had died in this battle.

"Fire the gun!"

The guard company commander gave the order.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The guards raised their rifles and fired three shots into the air, the sound echoing across the empty river for a long time.

Next, the logistics personnel set up firewood and cremated the martyrs' remains one by one.

The ashes were carefully collected and placed into individual ceramic jars, each labeled with a red paper bearing the name and unit number.

Lin Feng turned his head, his eyes slightly red, and instructed Zhao Yushu beside him:

"Yu Shu, go check the roster."

Brothers with a clear place of origin received a sum of money from the logistics account.

We must find a way to safely send the compensation and ashes back to their hometown, and deliver them to their parents, wife, and children.