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

"I am Lin Feng, Commander of the 33rd Army Corps, reporting for duty to Commander Li!" Lin Feng quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"Oh, no need for formalities. There aren't so many rules here."

Commander Li grabbed Lin Feng's hand, looked him up and down, his eyes filled with amazement:

"I've long heard that Brother Lin is a promising young man, but meeting him today still surprises me greatly."

A corps commander under the age of thirty is truly unique in our National Revolutionary Army.

Truly, every generation produces its own talented individuals, each leading the way for centuries!

Commander Li's effusive praise made Lin Feng a little embarrassed.

He quickly gave Zhao Yushu behind him a wink.

Zhao Yushu immediately understood and came up carrying several long wooden boxes.

"Sir, you flatter me. It's our first meeting, and we didn't bring anything of value with us."

Lin Feng opened the wooden box, revealing several well-crafted Japanese military swords inside:

"These are several Japanese officers' swords captured in Jiangbei, including those of colonels and lieutenant colonels."

This is a small souvenir for my colleagues at headquarters; please don't find it offensive.

These words immediately caused an uproar in the entire headquarters hall.

"Wow, a colonel's command sword? That's a rare item."

"Commander Lin is really generous; this is quite a substantial gift."

Those high-ranking staff officers who were usually arrogant and haughty were now green with envy. They all crowded around, fondling the military knife and praising Lin Feng endlessly, making all sorts of jokes and flattering him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng nodded to himself.

This Commander Li truly lives up to his reputation as a powerful figure in the Guangxi clique who can rival Jiangcheng.

He commands a major war zone with hundreds of thousands of troops, yet he treats people with such gentleness and politeness that it feels like a spring breeze.

Compared to Jiang Cheng, who frequently cursed in Fenghua dialect, Commander Li's demeanor was truly admirable, earning Lin Feng considerable goodwill upon their first meeting.

After exchanging pleasantries, Commander Li led Lin Feng to the huge sand table map in the center of the hall.

"Brother Lin, we can talk about this another time. Let's take a look at the current situation first."

Commander Li's expression turned serious, and he picked up his pointer, pointing it at the map:

"It has been a full six months since the start of the war."

Although the Japanese have stopped spouting their boasts about conquering China in three months, their appetites are only growing.

The North China Expeditionary Army in the north, after annexing Beijing, Tianjin, and large swathes of territory north of the Yellow River.

They are currently amassing strength in the Jincheng area, preparing to continue their southward attack on Pengcheng along the Jinpu Railway line.

Commander Li sighed, his tone heavy with emotion:

"According to our intelligence, the number of Japanese regular troops whose unit numbers have been identified on the entire Daxia battlefield has reached 16 divisions, with a total strength of about 70 men."

This is like Mount Tai pressing down on you!

At this point, Commander Li suddenly turned to look at Lin Feng, his gaze intense, and asked:

"Brother Lin, you just fought against the elite Japanese troops in Jiangbei."

What are your thoughts on the upcoming defensive battles in our Fifth War Zone?

The hall fell silent immediately after these words were spoken.

All the officers and staff officers focused their attention on Lin Feng.

Everyone knows that this is Commander Li testing this newly promoted young corps commander.

After all, at the level of a corps commander, one commands a large force of several divisions and tens of thousands of soldiers.

We must have a holistic view and strategic vision, and we must never act like a division commander or brigade commander, relying solely on courage and cunning to charge forward recklessly.

Despite the stares of the crowd, Lin Feng remained unusually calm.

He's now a tough, bloodthirsty warrior who's fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; what kind of big scenes hasn't he seen?

Although those present were all highly senior figures in the National Revolutionary Army, he was not intimidated at all.

Lin Feng calmly took the pointer from Commander Li and smiled modestly:

"Since the officer has called on me, I will dare to briefly share my humble opinion."

If there is anything I have said that is incorrect, please correct me if I am wrong.

Lin Feng walked to the map, and combining the various summaries of anti-Japanese war experiences he had seen on the internet in his previous life with his own personal experiences fighting after transmigrating, he slowly began to speak:

"Gentlemen, the reason why the Japanese troops are so arrogant is mainly due to two things: airplanes and artillery."

Lin Feng tapped the railway line on the map twice heavily with his pointer:

"However, for aircraft to continue operating, they must have a massive supply of fuel and aerial bombs."

The same goes for cannons; once they're separated from their shells, they're just heavy firewood.

Everyone knows how bad the roads and transportation in Daxia are.

Therefore, if the Japanese wanted to maintain their terrifying firepower advantage, their offensive route had to, and could only be, along transportation lines, especially the Tianjin-Pukou Railway and the Beijing-Hankou Railway.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the crowd, and his voice became firm and powerful:

"Now that we know their weakness, if my Fifth War Zone wants to defend itself, it must do so along the railway line, with multi-layered, step-by-step resistance."

I've done the math.

Considering the limits of the Japanese army's logistics and the amount of ammunition they could carry to launch a campaign.

As long as we are determined, we will stand firm and fight on the front lines without retreating.

Their ferocious offensive momentum could only be sustained for a maximum of 10 to 15 days.

"if……"

Lin Feng paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"If we could have a capable guerrilla force that could penetrate deep into the enemy-occupied areas of North China and sabotage their railway lines like crazy."

If the railway is cut off, ammunition from the rear cannot be delivered to the airfields and artillery positions at the front.

The Japanese army's offensive momentum will be reduced even faster.

Lin Feng withdrew his teaching pointer and gave his final summary:

Therefore, I believe.

The defensive strategy of our Fifth War Zone should be guided by the principle of "resisting step by step and trading space for time".

We must never be concerned about the gains or losses of a single city or battle.

Instead, we must continuously use in-depth defense to bleed the enemy dry and exhaust their offensive momentum.

When the Japanese brigade or division that was the main force of the attack ran out of ammunition, was riddled with wounded soldiers, and was completely exhausted...

Lin Feng slammed his fist into the map:

"We will then concentrate our superior forces, which are well-rested and ready, to launch a counter-encirclement against them."

"Strive to annihilate them in one fell swoop and launch a brilliant defensive counter-attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

A senior operations staff officer couldn't help but interject, asking:

"Commander Lin, you make it sound so simple."

But for this tactic to succeed, what do you think is the key element?

"Good question."

Lin Feng answered without hesitation:

There are only two key points.

First, we must have a sufficiently broad strategic depth to draw away and wear down the Japanese offensive.

Second, and most importantly.

At the moment when the Japanese are exhausted, we must have a rapidly deployable force with extremely fierce firepower and high mobility, capable of delivering the decisive blow at the crucial moment.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, a burst of crisp applause suddenly rang out.