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

After arranging the airport's defense and camouflage work, Lin Feng drove back to the county town.

On the way back to the command post, Lin Feng leaned against the car window, watching the scenery rushing past outside, his mind racing.

"A squadron of BF-109s had an absolute technological advantage in the skies over the Great Xia battlefield before the Japanese developed that monstrous Zero fighter."

Lin Feng was calculating in his mind:

"To deal with the Type 97 fighters currently equipped by the Japanese Army Air Force, or the Type 96 carrier-based fighters of the Naval Air Force."

The BF-109 was far superior in terms of speed, climb rate, and firepower.

"One against two, or even one against three, absolutely no problem."

"At least, my troops will no longer have to hide from the Japanese planes like rats and get bombed for nothing when they march during the day."

We no longer have to helplessly use anti-aircraft guns to drive them away.

"Even in critical moments, I can have the BF-109 loaded with bombs and, together with the Stuka, carry out devastating tactical bombing of the Japanese rear artillery positions or command posts."

With the air force, the tactical combinations he could choose from instantly increased countless times.

But Lin Feng was not blinded by joy; he still had a huge worry in his heart.

"We lack radar..."

Lin Feng sighed.

Without radar early warning, even with the best fighter jets, the airport was always at risk of being attacked and bombed by the Japanese.

It takes time for a fighter jet to start its engine and climb to its combat altitude.

If we only discover it when the Japanese bombers are flying overhead, then it's all over.

"I wonder if I'll be able to redeem early radar equipment from the early days of World War II when the system is upgraded to V-level permissions."

Lin Feng pondered to himself:

"Now that we don't have radar, we can only use the most primitive, rudimentary methods."

Deploy more air defense observation posts within a 100-kilometer radius of the airport.

It was equipped with a radio and a telescope.

Even if I only receive news of the enemy aircraft's approach half an hour in advance, that's enough time for my fighter jets to take off and intercept them.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the command center.

As soon as Lin Feng got out of the car, Zhao Yushu hurriedly came out to greet him, his expression somewhat strange.

"Cousin, they're here."

Zhao Yushu leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered:

"I just received a call from Pengcheng Railway Station."

The two imperial envoys sent by the Ministry of Military Affairs, Major General Shen Qinghe, Director of the Political Department of the Legion, and Major General Guo Changming, Chief of Staff of the Legion, along with a large group of their entourage, were present.

I've already gotten off the train in Pengcheng.

They called, putting on airs, and demanded that our 33rd Army Corps immediately send a special car to pick them up.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng paused, a chilling sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, those two corrupt supervisors, they've been dawdling on the road for so long, but they've finally arrived."

Lin Feng straightened the collar of his military uniform and said calmly:

"Jiawang is only 30 kilometers away from Pengcheng."

Alright, since they are an imperial envoy sent by Jiangcheng, we cannot be impolite.

Send a car.

"Okay, Yushu, you go pick them up in the car."

Zhao Yushu is currently a major general and serves as the director of the corps adjutant's office, the director of the new recruit training and conscription office, and the deputy director of the political department.

Sending him to receive the rank is just right.

Zhao Yushu accepted the order and hurriedly left the command post to arrange the convoy.

Lin Feng leaned back in the wide chair, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting, but in reality, he quietly opened the system interface in his mind.

Lin Feng skillfully scrolled through the weapon menus for guns, cannons, and tanks, eventually reaching the 【Luxury Goods】 page at the very back of the system shop.

In peacetime, when he's fighting, all he thinks about is how to build heavy firepower and how to mass produce troops; he can't even be bothered to glance at this page.

But now, the situation is different.

On the page, a dazzling array of goods gleamed with an alluring luster.

Top-quality champagne from Gaul, exceptional vintage Bordeaux wines, premium coffee beans from Abyssinia, meticulously crafted phonographs, the latest vinyl records from Shanghai's EMI record company, and even top-quality sable fur from Northeast China...

In times of war, these things were rare items that money couldn't buy.

Let's try diplomacy first, then resort to force.

Lin Feng looked at these luxury goods and a playful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

When I watched the spy drama "Lurking" in my past life, Station Chief Wu had a famous saying that was very true: "All he talks about are principles, but all he thinks about is business!"

The reason Jiangcheng sent these two supervisors was simply to sideline him and monitor him.

But people are easy to deal with as long as they have weaknesses.

Lin Feng decided to test the mettle of these two imperial envoys first.

If we could use these valuables to completely corrupt them and their followers, and use sugar-coated bullets to turn them into yes-men who only take money and do nothing, then everyone would be happy.

Just consider it as spending a little money to raise two expensive pets.

But if these two refuse to listen to reason and insist on causing trouble within the 33rd Army Corps, trying to undermine him...

Hmph, then don't blame me for resorting to force.

On the battlefield, swords and bullets have no eyes, and stray bullets have no discernment. The two major generals could not die unexpectedly, but what about the men they brought with them?

When the fighting gets intense, it's common for several colonels and lieutenants to die. Without their subordinates, what can two commanders do?

Lin Feng opened his eyes and called out towards the door, "Someone come here!"

A soldier quickly ran in.

"Go, find two of the most spacious and impressive detached houses in the county town, rent them, and have them cleaned immediately, and furnish them with all the necessary furniture and stoves."

Lin Feng instructed, "The two officers from Jiangcheng are staying here. The accommodations must be top-notch. We can't let them say that our 33rd Army Corps doesn't know the rules, understand?"

"Yes, I'll get on it right away!"

Meanwhile, at Pengcheng Railway Station, 30 kilometers away.

A cold wind howled, and a group of officers wearing woolen overcoats stood on the platform, stamping their feet to keep warm.

Zhao Yushu, accompanied by several cars and truckloads of guards, sped to the station.

Before coming, Zhao Yushu had done her homework thoroughly.

He now also serves as the deputy director of the corps' political department, and intelligence gathering and interpersonal communication are his strengths.

Upon meeting, Zhao Yushu greeted him with a beaming smile, adopting a very humble posture.

"Oh dear, Director Shen, Chief of Staff Guo!"

You must be tired from your long journey!

I have come to welcome you both on the orders of Commander Lin.

As he spoke, Zhao Yushu skillfully took out two packs of White Eagle Camel cigarettes, which were extremely difficult to buy on the market, unsealed them, and respectfully offered cigarettes to the two major generals.

After some conversation and careful observation, Zhao Yushu had a pretty good idea of ​​what the two men were really like.

The man standing on the left is Shen Qinghe, the newly appointed director of the Political Department of the Corps.

The man had his hair slicked back, shiny and smooth, and wore a well-made imported calfskin trench coat.

The most eye-catching thing was the huge solid gold ring on his right thumb, which was dazzling when he smoked.

Zhao Yushu knew the old man's background.

This old guy was a veteran agent of the Fuxing Society who started out with Boss Dai of the Military Intelligence Bureau. He arrested many underground party members and progressives in Nanjing and Shanghai. His methods were extremely ruthless, and his hands were stained with blood.

Later, it was said that during an arrest, his groin was hit by shrapnel from a grenade, so he was relegated to a secondary role.

The reason he was sent to be the military supervisor this time was purely because of his seniority and loyalty to the one in Jiangcheng.

Zhao Yushu observed carefully and found that Shen Qinghe was very imposing.

Several colonel-level officers followed behind him, carrying more than a dozen leather suitcases of various sizes, all filled with high-end goods.

This doesn't look like they've come to the front lines to fight; they've clearly come for a vacation and to loot.

"He's probably a greedy and pleasure-loving guy. My cousin's sweet talk will definitely work on him," Zhao Yushu thought to himself with a cold laugh.