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

After the meeting, the officers rushed off to grab the artillery and soldiers.

Only Lin Feng and Zhao Yushu remained in the command post.

Lin Feng looked at the compilation table on the table, his brows furrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Cousin, what's wrong? Is there a problem?" Zhao Yushu noticed Lin Feng's unusual behavior.

"A big problem."

Lin Feng tapped the table heavily with his fingers:

"We've now been upgraded to Legion level."

According to the organizational rules of the National Revolutionary Army, a corps headquarters must have a major general-level director of the corps political department and a major general-level chief of staff.

Lin Feng sneered and turned to the last page of the telegram:

"Look at what's written here."

For these two crucial positions, the Jiangcheng Command did not allow us to make our own recommendations; instead, it explicitly stated that the Ministry of Military Affairs would directly appoint specialized personnel to fill them.

Zhao Yushu's expression changed: "Cousin, what is this...?"

"They're mixing sand in here from above."

After all, it's a legion of 6 to 7 people. The higher-ups are really worried about me...

Lin Feng stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bustling military camp outside, his eyes turned cold, and he pondered to himself:

The director of the political department is in charge of ideology, and the chief of staff is in charge of operational plans.

Once these two people are in place, every move of his 33rd Legion will be under Jiang Cheng's surveillance.

He has too many secrets, especially those weapons and equipment that appeared out of nowhere; he absolutely cannot let these people find out.

After a moment, Lin Feng slowly turned around, a chilling smile appearing on his face.

"snort.

Want to be a military supervisor on my, Lin Feng's, turf?

We need to find a way to properly entertain these two imperial envoys.

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Meanwhile, as the Jiangcheng Command activated all its propaganda machinery, news of the great victory in Jiangbei spread like wildfire throughout the country.

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"A great victory was achieved in Jiangbei, and our army annihilated the Japanese Kunisaki Detachment."

"General Lin Feng killed Japanese Major General Kunisaki Noboru and captured a mountain of spoils."

The streets of the mountain city.

Countless newsboys waved newspapers, which smelled of ink, and hawked them through the streets and alleys.

The once lifeless streets of Nanjing, which had just fallen, instantly came alive with excitement.

Countless citizens flooded the streets, waving banknotes to buy newspapers.

The old-established teahouse was bustling with activity.

"Good! Well done! That was a satisfying fight!"

An elderly man in a long gown slammed his hand on the table in excitement, making the teacups clang loudly.

Holding a copy of the Ta Kung Pao newspaper, he pointed to the heroic half-length portrait of Lin Feng on the front page and read aloud in a trembling voice:

"Fellow neighbors, take a look at what's written in this newspaper."

"This General Lin is no ordinary person."

The tea drinkers in the teahouse gathered around, listening intently.

"The newspapers published all of General Lin's deeds since the start of the war."

The old man cleared his throat and, like a storyteller, began to speak with intonation and rhythm:

"Back in Songjiang Prefecture, it was he who led a security brigade and managed to capture the regimental flag of the Japanese 114th Regiment."

"Later in Shanghai, he led his troops to defend Zhabei, killing so many Japanese soldiers that their bodies were strewn all over the ground."

"During the breakout, he was even more audacious, pointing machine guns directly at the noses of those foreigners, forcibly passing through the concession, and bringing out thousands of brothers all safe and sound."

"Hiss—" A collective gasp of astonishment echoed through the teahouse.

"That's not all."

The old man became more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turning red:

"A few days ago at the Jiangyin Fortress, tens of thousands of troops retreated."

It was General Lin who personally led his troops to cover the rear, fighting a bloody battle with the Japanese in the artillery positions to cover the main force's crossing of the river.

"Now, we have annihilated an elite Japanese brigade in Jiangbei, and even killed a major general."

"This General Lin is truly the God of War of our Great Xia, the backbone of our nation!"

"General Lin is mighty!"

Long live the Great Xia Dynasty!

Thunderous cheers erupted in the teahouse, and many people were even moved to tears.

It wasn't just in the Kuomintang-controlled areas.

In remote northern Shaanxi, the "New China Daily" also published a lengthy editorial on its front page for the first time ever.

The article highly praised General Lin Feng's courage, resourcefulness, and indomitable spirit in the War of Resistance against Japan.

They were hailed as "a model of the united front and a vanguard in the fight against the Japanese invaders".

Internationally, Lin Feng has also made a name for himself.

Newspapers in the White Eagle Nation and the John Nation reported extensively on this miraculous victory.

Many Western military observers have even called Lin Feng a tactical master of the East.

The most direct result of becoming famous was the influx of massive amounts of supplies.

Inside the military headquarters in Jiangpu County.

Zhao Yushu looked at the sacks and wooden crates piled up in the warehouse and grinned so hard his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Cousin, we're rich! We're really rich this time!"

Zhao Yushu, holding a thick list of gifts, reported to Lin Feng:

"In the past few days, letters of condolence from all over the country have been flying in like snowflakes, filling more than a dozen sacks."

These letters were primarily addressed to Lin Feng himself.

Some of the letters even had bright red lipstick marks on them.

However, Lin Feng didn't have time to look at them at all, so he could only order them to be stored away first.

"There were also patriotic overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia who directly sent us a donation of 300,000 silver dollars."

"The supplies donated by people from all walks of life have filled our logistics warehouses to the brim."

Zhao Yushu leaned closer to Lin Feng and winked, saying:

"Cousin, a lot of female students have sent you love letters, along with photos. Would you like to take a look?"

"Get lost, can't you see I'm busy?"

Lin Feng laughed and cursed, then kicked Zhao Yushu in the butt.

At this moment, Lin Feng really had no interest in reading any love letters.

"Boom!"

Outside the window, the muffled sound of cannons could be heard from time to time.

That was the Japanese soldiers on the other side of the river in their impotent rage.

After the destruction of the Kunisaki Detachment, although the main force of the Japanese in Jiangnan captured Nanjing, they were also intimidated by Lin Feng's formidable reputation and dared not cross the river easily for a time.

The two sides could only greet each other with cannons across the wide Yangtze River.

Lin Feng ignored the sounds of artillery fire outside; he was intently focused on a huge military map of the Central Plains region, his face buried in his hands on the table.

He was looking for a suitable place to serve as the 33rd Army Corps' next headquarters and base.

"This place must meet several conditions."

Lin Feng, holding red and blue pencils, traced the names on the map:

"First, we can't be too far from Taierzhuang, the front line of the upcoming Central Plains War, otherwise we'll miss the crucial moment."

"Secondly, we cannot stray too far from Pengcheng, where the Fifth War Zone Command is located; we must maintain strategic coordination."

"Third, it must be located along the Jinpu Railway line with convenient transportation."

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the map, his mind contemplating a more far-reaching plan.

Fourth, the terrain must be flat and open.

He glanced at the system panel.

The achievement of killing a Japanese major general directly rewards 1 exchange points, which are extremely valuable.

With this huge sum of money, he could finally put his plan to establish an air force on the agenda.

He planned to purchase dozens of BF-109 fighter jets to form his own air force and completely seize local air superiority.

Therefore, building a large field airfield became a top priority.

"Finally, and most importantly."

Lin Feng's pen slammed heavily onto the map:

"This place should ideally have abundant coal and iron resources."

When he was evacuating Shanghai, he led his men to dismantle and loot all the industrial equipment from several large arsenals and machinery factories.

These precious devices have been stored in the system space and in the cargo holds of the inland river fleet.

He had to find a place with coal and iron resources, set up these industrial facilities, establish his own arsenal, and achieve self-sufficiency in ammunition.

Soon, Lin Feng's gaze settled on a point on the map.

"Jiawang!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Jiawang County is located in the northeast of Pengcheng City, on the north bank of the Bulao River (a section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal).

This place is only about 40 kilometers away from Pengcheng city.

And it is only 30 kilometers away from Taierzhuang, where the bloody battle is about to break out.

It can be said that Jiawang is almost right at the southern gate of Taierzhuang, making its strategic location extremely important.

Even more perfect is that Jiawang is a famous century-old coal city in modern times.

The area contains extremely rich high-quality coal resources, and there are also iron ore mines nearby.

Moreover, being located on a plain, the branch line of the Jinpu Railway was built directly to the mining area.

"It's a perfect spot, tailor-made for me."

Lin Feng made a decisive decision and immediately ordered the communications soldier to send a telegram to Commander Li in Pengcheng.

After several rounds of bargaining via telegram.

Commander Li was worried that his ragtag army couldn't defend the Jinpu Railway, so when Lin Feng volunteered to go to the front line, he was naturally more than happy to accept.

a few days later.

The two imperial envoys sent by Jiangcheng, the army chief of staff and the director of the political department, and their team were still slowly making their way.

The official transfer order from the Fifth War Zone Command has already been issued to Jiangpu.

The 33rd Army Corps was ordered to hand over the defense of Jiangpu to friendly forces, and the entire army immediately moved north to Jiawang County to build a defensive line.

"Order the entire army to break camp."

Lin Feng looked at the transfer order and sneered:

"Since those two imperial envoys like to dawdle on the road, let them take their time. We'll go ahead first."

"Waaah—"

Accompanied by a deafening siren.

One after another, military trains loaded with soldiers, heavy artillery, and supplies slowly departed from Pukou Railway Station.

The 33rd Army Corps, a formidable force that had just achieved a miracle north of the Yangtze River.

Along the Jinpu Railway, they marched in a mighty procession toward the Central Plains in the north, toward the Pengcheng battlefield that was about to be turned into a bloody grinder!