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

"Chairman, please recall Lin Feng's combat history."

Director Liu adjusted his glasses and explained clearly:

"Back in Songjiang Prefecture, he was just a security regiment commander, yet he dared to confront the main force of the Japanese army and even captured the regimental flag of the 114th Infantry Regiment."

Later, in the defensive battles at Shanghai Railway Station and Zhabei District, he held out alone for many days, killing countless Japanese soldiers, and miraculously broke through the encirclement.

A few days ago at the Jiangyin Fortress, he fought a bloody battle for several days, killing thousands of Japanese soldiers.

Ultimately, they led tens of thousands of troops across the Yangtze River safely, right under the noses of the Japanese.

Director Liu paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"Gentlemen, these are all the achievements in battle."

Which one is something that an ordinary person can do?

Lin Feng is a man of cunning and unpredictable tactics in warfare. He has a long history of victories, all of which are genuine and he has no history of exaggerating his achievements.

Therefore, I personally believe that this good news is most likely true.

After listening to Director Liu's analysis, the generals in the conference room looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Yes, if you look at these records together...

This Lin Feng is simply a god of war!

The old man sitting at the head of the table gradually calmed down, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He remembered Lin Feng's file.

Lin Feng is a genuine graduate of the Whampoa Military Academy, and his ancestral home is Fenghua, Zhejiang Province.

This is his close fellow villager.

In this dark moment when Nanjing fell and everyone was silenced.

If such an unprecedented victory were to occur, it would be a powerful shot in the arm to save the Party and the nation from dire straits.

A long-lost smile finally appeared on the old man's face.

"Excellent! Well done, Lin Feng! You truly deserve to be called a good student of Whampoa Military Academy. You haven't disgraced the people of Fenghua!"

The old man said "good" several times, but then quickly reverted to the caution of a politician.

He was all too familiar with the Nationalist army's tradition of exaggerating battle reports.

If Lin Feng only managed to defeat a small part of the Japanese army but boasted that he had annihilated them, the Japanese would expose him, and the Nationalist government would lose all face.

"Publicity must be widely publicized."

The elderly man made the final decision:

"Notify all major newspapers to issue an extra edition immediately."

For example, our army achieved a great victory in Jiangbei, severely damaging the Guoqi Detachment.

but……"

The old man changed the subject:

"As for the exaggerated achievements of killing Kunisaki Noboru himself and annihilating the entire detachment."

Do not release information to the public before you have solid evidence, lest you give others a handle to use against you.

Then, he gave the order:

"Order the Provisional Eighth Army to immediately move to Jiangpu County for rest and reorganization, in preparation for the Japanese crossing the river."

In addition, Jiangbei is now under the jurisdiction of the Fifth War Zone.

Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone is to immediately dispatch a capable officer to Jiangpu County to verify the situation.

The old man snorted coldly:

"To annihilate an entire Japanese brigade-level detachment, there will be no shortage of captured and prisoner-of-war spoils."

Go check! Go test!

There must be at least a few thousand Type 38 rifles, right?

"Since you said you killed Kunisaki Noboru, shouldn't you at least have the major general's sword and identification?"

In short, don't act until you see the benefits.

He can bestow rewards after the facts are verified.

-----

On the Japanese side.

Faced with Lin Feng's explicit telegram, the Japanese high command was furious, but they knew that the truth would eventually come out.

In order not to dampen the atmosphere of the great victory that had just captured Nanjing, and to maintain the fervor of the people at home.

The Japanese cabinet and military, holding their noses, began a series of bizarre public opinion maneuvers.

The next day, major newspapers across Japan were published.

Major newspapers such as the Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun all featured extremely eye-catching bold headlines on their front pages:

"The Imperial Army has captured Nanjing, the capital of China. Long live His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

The entire page was filled with praise for the siege forces and utter denigration of the Great Xia army.

however.

In the most inconspicuous corner of the newspaper, a brief battle report was published in extremely small print:

"The Kunisaki Detachment, which had circled north of the river, encountered fierce resistance from the Chinese army in the Huangtian Port area."

Our army encountered a minor setback.

After inflicting casualties on tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers, the Kunisaki Detachment has calmly moved on to the south of the Yangtze River to rest and reorganize.

Soon he will be reassigned to the 5th Division and continue to serve the Empire.

Another internal military obituary reads:

"Major General Kunisaki Noboru, commander of the 9th Infantry Brigade, an outstanding general of the Empire."

He suddenly fell ill due to overwork over the past few days.

We deeply mourn his untimely death during the march.

As for the regimental commander colonel and battalion commander lieutenant colonel who were killed along with Kunisaki Noboru...

The Japanese military headquarters also went to great lengths.

After all, it's impossible for an epidemic to break out all at once and cause all the high-ranking officers of a brigade to "die" on the same day, right?

That's so fake.

Therefore, the military decided to suppress these lists of the dead.

Over the next few months, they were allowed to slowly "die of illness," "accidentally drown," or "be tragically killed by a stray bullet while inspecting the position"...

They cannot die together, but rather die slowly, one by one, in a line.

-----

Along the banks of the Pukou River, smoke filled the air and cries of anguish shook the heavens.

With the desperate rescue efforts of all the ships of the Provisional Eighth Army, batches of refugees and defeated soldiers were evacuated from the hellish Xiaguan Wharf to the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Standing on the river embankment, Lin Feng looked at his compatriots, who were dressed in rags and looked terrified, and felt a mix of emotions.

"Pass down the order to set up camp at Pukou."

Lin Feng turned to the quartermaster beside him and loudly ordered:

"Have the cooks start preparing the meal immediately."

Bring out all the Japanese military rations we captured, as well as our own stored rations.

Cook the porridge until it's thick.

Anyone who crosses the river, whether civilian or defeated soldier, should be given a hot meal first.

"Yes, Commander." The quartermaster immediately ran off to make the arrangements.

Before long, dozens of large pots were set up on the riverbank. The aroma of steaming rice porridge made those who had just escaped from hunger and cold burst into tears.

Inside the temporary command post.

Zhao Yushu strode in, holding a newly translated telegram in his hand.

"Cousin, the Jiangcheng government has finally sent orders."

Zhao Yushu handed the telegram to Lin Feng, and said with a smirk:

"We have been ordered to move to Jiangpu County immediately for rest and recuperation."

They also said that Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone would send someone to verify our battle results.

"Hmph, I bet they just don't believe we can wipe out an entire Japanese brigade."

Lin Feng glanced at the telegram, casually tossed it onto the table, and sneered:

"If they don't believe me, let them come and investigate. The ground is littered with Japanese corpses and spoils of war; can't that shut them up?"

He turned around and looked intently at Zhao Yushu:

"Yu Shu, put aside the government's orders for now."

Now I'm giving you a very important task.

Go to the riverbank and gather the routed soldiers.

Lin Feng lowered his voice, his tone revealing a hint of audacious ambition:

"Many of those who retired from Nanjing were elite troops from the Central Army, including the Training Corps, the 87th Division, and the 88th Division."

These are all veterans who have seen bloodshed.

Be smarter. If you encounter someone below the rank of major, it doesn't matter which unit they were originally from.

"Incorporate them directly into our army, break them up, and add them to the various divisions of our Provisional Eighth Army."

Zhao Yushu's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together:

"Cousin, this is taking advantage of someone's misfortune! What if the higher-ups blame us..."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'll hold up the sky if it falls."

Lin Feng waved his hand domineeringly:

"In this chaotic world, with all the organizations destroyed, who can take care of anyone else?"

Once the meat is in my bowl, no one can take it away!