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

With the arrival of troops from the 107th Division, the 112th Division, and the newly formed 15th Division, the previously quiet Jiawang County and its surrounding areas instantly transformed into a bustling military camp.

After assigning locations to each unit, Lin Feng didn't pause for a moment and immediately issued a direct order.

The entire legion shall immediately launch a massive training exercise!

He dared to do this because he was extremely confident.

On the one hand, through secret arms deals with the old fox Wang Tianlu, large amounts of gold and silver dollars were flowing into his pockets, turning into rapidly increasing merit points in the system.

On the other hand, ever since he annihilated the Kunisaki Detachment and became famous, donations from all walks of life across the country and even overseas Chinese have poured into the 33rd Army Corps like a tidal wave.

Especially the patriotic overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia.

These descendants of Yan and Huang, far from their homeland, are keenly aware of how unreliable the high-ranking officials of the White Party are.

If the money were donated to Jiangcheng or Shancheng, it would be considered a great blessing if half of it ended up in the hands of the soldiers on the front lines.

Therefore, the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Association specially dispatched a delegation, carrying a large amount of silver dollars, foreign exchange notes, and even scarce Western medicines. Braving the war along the way, they managed to cross most of the Great Xia and directly reached Jiawang County to find Lin Feng.

All for one purpose: to ensure that this national salvation fund, stained with the blood and sweat of overseas Chinese, was used effectively to fight the Japanese invaders.

Many overseas Chinese youths, dressed in suits and ties, decided not to leave immediately after arriving at the military camp.

He took off his Western-style dress and put on a gray military uniform, insisting on staying in the 33rd Army Corps to fight the Japanese with a gun.

Looking at these passionate young people, Lin Feng felt a mix of emotions, including bittersweetness and deep emotion.

From the 72 martyrs of Huanghuagang at the end of the Qing Dynasty onwards, whenever the country was in trouble, overseas Chinese, especially those from Southeast Asia, would sacrifice their families and go to great lengths to help the nation.

The backbone of the Great Xia has never bent!

That morning, Lin Feng specially invited Chen Caiying, the head of the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Delegation, to go together to inspect the comprehensive training ground in the suburbs.

Chen Caiying is a middle-aged man in his forties who used to run a rubber plantation in the Malay Peninsula and has accumulated considerable wealth.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and an elegant woolen overcoat, exuding the air of a refined Southeast Asian merchant.

"General Lin, you said you'd take me to see the troops training?"

Inside the car, Chen Caiying adjusted her glasses and asked curiously:

"To be honest, I have also visited several Central Army units in the country."

It was nothing more than marching in formation, practicing bayonet fighting, and shouting slogans.

Is there anything different about the training of your 33rd Army Corps?

"Mr. Chen, you'll find out when we get there," Lin Feng said with a mysterious smile.

As soon as the car entered the perimeter of the training ground, a deafening, continuous barrage of gunfire erupted like popping beans.

"Bang bang bang! Rat-a-tat-tat..."

Chen Caiying was startled and peeked out.

On the dirt road ahead, several ten-wheeled trucks loaded with heavy wooden crates were speeding toward the firing range.

On the train carriage, the soldiers escorting the train were huffing and puffing as they unloaded boxes of bullets.

"What...what is going on?" Chen Caiying's eyes widened.

"Fire bullets!"

Lin Feng jumped out of the car, pointed at the trucks, and spoke in a tone as calm as if he were talking about having cabbage for lunch:

"When others train their troops, they are reluctant to fire their guns and just practice with wooden guns."

My soldiers, Lin Feng's men, have plenty of live ammunition.

Every day, the bullets used to be transported to the firing range are hauled by truck, measured in tons.

Chen Caiying gasped in shock. How much money must have been burned!

He froze as soon as he got out of the car.

What came into view were groups of soldiers carrying out weighted marches.

Chen Caiying's pupils contracted sharply.

My goodness!

Are these soldiers... are they really soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty?

The soldiers running past him were all covered in sweat, but in the cold winter wind, thick steam rose from their heads.

Each person had a healthy rosy glow on their cheeks, clearly visible muscle lines on their necks, and a sturdy build like a group of young calves.

They were dressed in uniform, thick winter clothes, and on their feet were sturdy suede shoes or cloth shoes with multi-layered soles.

Then he recalled the Nationalist soldiers he had seen in Pengcheng.

They were all pale and thin, as thin as sticks, with sunken eyes, and they staggered when they walked.

In the dead of winter, there were still people wearing only tattered straw sandals.

The gun in his hand... Ha, the stock was tied with wire, and the rifling inside the barrel was worn down. What's the difference between it and a fire poker?

The difference is obvious when compared to the other!

"This...this food must be really good to raise such strong soldiers." Chen Caiying couldn't help but swallow, and the gloom in his heart caused by worry about the war was instantly swept away.

"Three meals a day, all you can eat, and meat at least once every three days. If you're not well-fed, where will you get the strength to kill the Japanese devils?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "For me, good food is the key to a good physique. Isn't that a self-evident truth?"

After saying that, he led Chen Caiying further inside.

Chen Caiying was stunned for a moment. Drinking soldiers' blood to cut their pay was the norm.

This young hero is truly extraordinary.

With a silent sigh, Chen Caiying quickly followed.

Soon, the two stepped into a training range for new recruits.

The pungent smell of gunpowder hit the air, and the ground was covered with gleaming brass shell casings that made a "clattering" sound when stepped on.

Lin Feng pointed to the soldiers lying prone in the mud firing their weapons and introduced them to Chen Caiying:

"Mr. Chen, the sources of our 33rd Army Corps' current personnel are very complex."

There were defeated soldiers from the Central Army and various local armies who had retreated from Shanghai, as well as security regiments and police, and many newly recruited soldiers.

"So, I set a rule."

"Regardless of whose soldier you are, get to the firing range first for a live-fire assessment."

"100 meters away, chest ring target, prone position with support."

Each person receives five bullets; hitting five is considered excellent, hitting four is barely acceptable.

Although Chen Caiying didn't understand military affairs, he felt that this standard didn't seem too difficult:

"100 meters, shooting while prone, that should be easy to pass, right?"

"easy?"

Lin Feng sneered and shook his head:

"Mr. Chen, you overestimate the level of training in China."

The training standards of the various local warlords within the National Revolutionary Army varied greatly. Some soldiers, after a year of service, might have only fired a dozen or so live rounds, barely heard a bang, learned how to cock a rifle, and were then herded into battle as cannon fodder by their superiors like ducks.

"With this standard that seems ridiculously simple to me, the pass rate in the first round of assessments was less than 30%!"

Chen Caiying's expression changed slightly: "What... what about the Japanese soldiers?"