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

Along the way, Japanese planes harassed us several times like flies.

However, they failed to cause significant damage and were driven away by the dense anti-aircraft fire of the Provisional Eighth Army on the ground and the anti-aircraft speedboats of the inland river fleet on the river.

Although he didn't suffer any losses, Lin Feng felt very unhappy about the feeling of being able to only passively defend and not take the initiative.

His desire to acquire his own air force unit grew even stronger.

Sitting in the swaying Sd.Kfz.223 armored command vehicle, Lin Feng closed his eyes and opened the system interface in his mind.

Current Merit Points: 64634

Current exchange points: 13782

Current permission level: Level IV (55611/100000)

Looking at the impressive data on the panel, Lin Feng couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up in a wide smile.

The great battle that annihilated the Kunisaki Detachment, especially the final offensive phase, earned him a massive 4.2 merit points.

Now, he has successfully surpassed the 6 merit points at his disposal.

We're one step closer to unlocking the 100,000 experience points needed for system V-level privileges.

"Once we settle down in Pukou, we should have a good time and upgrade the troops' equipment," Lin Feng thought to himself.

The date has arrived: November 13th.

The vanguard of the Provisional Eighth Army finally arrived at Pukou Town on the north bank of the river.

Across the river is Xiaguan Wharf in Nanjing.

As the morning mist on the river gradually dissipated, the scene before them instantly plunged all the officers and soldiers of the Great Xia, who had just experienced a great victory and were in high spirits, into an icy abyss.

The sky was obscured by thick smoke, and the roar of Japanese planes could be heard everywhere.

The city of Jinling has fallen.

In the distance, the Wulongshan Fort on the south bank of the Yangtze River was shrouded in thick smoke, and the military flag on top of the fort had fallen.

On the opposite bank, the Xiaguan Wharf was packed with people.

It was filled with innocent civilians trying to escape, as well as Nationalist army soldiers who had retreated from the front lines and lost their organization and command.

Cries, screams for help, and desperate roars could still be faintly heard across the wide Yangtze River.

However, on the wide river, only a few dilapidated wooden boats and rafts were desperately rowing back and forth, trying to transport the soldiers and civilians of Xiaguan across the river.

This was far from enough to help the large number of soldiers and civilians stranded on the riverbank.

"Buzzing—"

Several Japanese fighter planes spotted small boats on the river and a dense crowd on the riverbank.

Like bloodthirsty vultures, they suddenly lowered their noses and began to dive.

"Da da da da da—"

The aircraft machine guns on the wings spat out sinister flames, mercilessly sweeping across the river and the dock.

A column of water shot into the sky from the river, and a small boat full of refugees was smashed to pieces. The people on board screamed as they fell into the cold river water, and their blood instantly stained the river red.

The docks were a scene of carnage, with countless unarmed civilians and fleeing soldiers falling like wheat being harvested.

Lin Feng stood on the river embankment in Pukou Town, watching this scene through binoculars.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his gaze almost bursting, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

An uncontrollable rage surged from his chest to the top of his head.

"You son of a bitch!"

Lin Feng put down his binoculars, turned around, and let out a deafening roar:

"Relay my orders."

"All anti-aircraft firepower of the inland river fleet on the river, immediately deploy and shoot down the Japanese planes in the sky!"

"All cargo ships and motorboats must immediately dock and unload their cargo."

"Throw all the supplies onto the riverbank and make room!"

"All ships of the army, cross the river immediately and head to Xiaguan to rescue the people!"

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In Jiangcheng, high-ranking officials from the Nationalist government who had been relocated there were holding a meeting.

Just the day before, they had issued an order to Tang, the commander of the Nanjing garrison, to retreat across the entire front.

Order all units of the Nanjing Garrison to abandon their positions and wait for an opportunity to break out.

This means that the fall of Jinling, the former capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, is now a foregone conclusion.

At the conference table, a group of high-ranking government officials looked troubled and remained silent with their heads down.

Although the Nationalist government has announced the relocation of the capital to the mountain city, the main military command has also been safely transferred to the river city.

However, the fall of Nanjing dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the military and civilians across the country, and many people's will to resist the Japanese began to waver.

The wealthiest region in Jiangnan has completely fallen.

The Nationalist government's tax revenue plummeted, and its channels for importing weapons and ammunition from overseas were cut off by more than half.

Even more critically, the National Revolutionary Army's most elite German-equipped divisions, as well as the Central Army's core main force, were also affected.

In the Battle of Shanghai and the Battle of Nanjing, they suffered heavy losses and were forced to retreat in defeat.

As for the international aid and League of Nations arbitration that were previously highly anticipated, they now seem like mere pipe dreams.

Those Western white powers were completely unreliable, aside from verbal protests.

None of the bigwigs present were sure of what to do at that moment.

No one knew how to fight next, or how to stop the aggressive and arrogant Japanese invaders.

Where does the hope of Great Xia lie?

It was during this dark moment when everyone was silent.

"Report."

A confidential staff officer from the adjutant's office, clutching a telegram, excitedly pushed open the conference room door.

"A telegram reporting a victory from the Provisional 8th Army."

The elderly man sitting at the head of the table frowned and waved his hand somewhat irritably.

"read."

The confidential staff officer took a deep breath and read aloud:

"Major General Lin Feng sends a telegram."

After several days of bloody fighting in the Huangtiangang area, the command had completely surrounded and annihilated the Kunisaki Detachment of the Japanese 5th Division that had invaded Jiangbei.

They killed Japanese Major General Kunisaki Noboru, the detachment commander, and hundreds of other officers below the regimental commander level, totaling over 15,000 enemy casualties.

Numerous guns and ammunition have been captured; this is to report our victory.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they were hearing something out of a fantasy.

"Bang!"

The elderly man sitting at the head of the table slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up.

His first reaction was not elation, but fury.

"Damn it!"

The old man pointed at the staff officer and began to curse:

"This is utter nonsense."

The soldiers at the front are fighting a bloody battle, and Nanjing is in imminent danger.

At a time like this, would Lin Feng still dare to kill innocent people and claim credit for them? Would he dare to lie about his achievements?!

The old man's face turned ashen with anger, and his chest heaved violently.

"To annihilate an entire brigade? To kill a major general?"

Does he think the Japanese soldiers are made of paper?

If the Central Army, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, couldn't win a battle, how could his makeshift army, cobbled together from various ragtag groups, possibly win?

Call back immediately and give them a stern reprimand!

"Chairman, please calm down."

At this moment, a major general with a refined appearance and wearing glasses, who was sitting next to the old man, gently raised his hand.

This person was Liu Weizhang, the director of the Operations Department of the First Bureau of the Military Command.

He took the telegram from the staff officer, read it carefully, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Lin Feng may not have been lying."

"Wei Zhang, are you confused?"

The old man frowned and said:

"Aren't you aware of the tricks we use to exaggerate and fabricate results?"

If we kill ten Japanese soldiers, we dare to report that we have annihilated a thousand enemy soldiers.

Even if Lin Feng were incredibly skilled in combat, he couldn't possibly wipe out 15,000 elite troops in one go.