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

The man standing on the right is the newly appointed Chief of Staff of the Legion, Guo Changming.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, his military uniform was perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, and he held a walking stick in his hand. His chin was slightly raised, giving him an arrogant look that said "keep away."

His resume is quite impressive.

Graduated from the second cohort of the Whampoa Military Academy.

By all accounts, he was Lin Feng's senior, a true disciple of the emperor.

Moreover, he was also sent by the government to the Saint-Cyr Military Academy in Gaul for a brief period of training.

This man usually quotes Clausewitz's "On War" and constantly mentions the Gallic infantry manual. He thinks highly of himself and believes that the country's bumpkin generals don't understand modern warfare.

However, Zhao Yushu had already found out the truth.

Why is Guo Changming, with such seniority, doing so poorly?

Because this guy is a modern-day Zhao Kuo (a notorious historical figure known for his cunning and ruthlessness).

He's invincible when it comes to simulations on a sand table; but when it comes to actual combat and leading troops, he's a complete failure.

During the Northern Expedition, he was destined to lose every battle he led.

Jiangcheng dared not let him lead troops anymore, so he could only keep him as a senior staff member in the headquarters.

Guo Changming was clearly feeling that he was being wasted on being assigned to be the chief of staff to Lin Feng, a fellow alumnus of the Whampoa Military Academy. His face was full of displeasure.

"Gentlemen, it's windy outside. Let's get in the car. Commander Lin has already prepared a banquet in Jiawang to welcome you both." Zhao Yushu turned to the side and gestured for them to get in.

When it was time to get on the bus, Shen Qinghe's true nature was immediately revealed.

He immediately took a liking to the best and most impressive black Ford V8 sedan in the convoy.

That was the car that Commander Li gave to Lin Feng.

Shen Qinghe didn't even say hello, simply opened the car door, plopped down in the Ford's soft back seat, and even let out a comfortable sigh:

"Yes, this White Eagle car is very comfortable."

"Lieutenant Zhao, this is the car I'll be riding in. Have my men move all the luggage to the truck in the back."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yushu's eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Alright, Director Shen, please sit tight."

Then, Zhao Yushu turned around and accompanied the arrogant Guo Changming to another captured Japanese Suzuki sedan.

The convoy slowly started, drove out of Pengcheng, and headed towards Jiawang.

Inside the Suzuki sedan, Guo Changming covered his nose in disgust and tapped on the window with his walking stick:

"This Japanese car has a distinctly poor and shabby smell."

"Lieutenant Zhao, I heard your 33rd Army Corps won a great victory north of the Yangtze River, and you're getting really cocky."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Yushu turned around and said with a forced smile, "Chief of Staff Guo is joking. It was all thanks to the soldiers' bravery and the good command of Commander Lin. It was just luck, nothing more."

"Hmph, luck? Can you win a war by luck?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Changming immediately perked up and began his forte: theoretical discussions on paper.

"I have read your battle report on the Jiangbei Campaign."

Lin Feng's tactics were simply absurd and completely illogical.

According to the latest military theory of Gaul, defensive warfare must rely on a strong fortress complex and carry out organized firepower.

Instead, he scattered his troops all over the mountains and fields, and then tried to carry out a flanking maneuver.

It was that idiot Kunisaki Noboru who underestimated the enemy and advanced recklessly. If I were in command of the Japanese, a single heavy artillery regiment would have been enough to unleash a slow-moving barrage, and your defenses would have collapsed in half a day.

Guo Changming became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his walking stick in the air:

"If I were in command of the 33rd Army Corps, I would never use such a brutal approach that would kill a thousand enemies but also lose eight hundred of my own."

I will strictly follow the infantry manual to construct a deep defensive network...

Zhao Yushu rolled his eyes inwardly and cursed him as an idiot.

If we followed your tactics, the 33rd Army Corps would have been surrounded and slaughtered by the Japanese long ago north of the Yangtze River.

But he was an extremely intelligent man, and he knew that the best way to deal with such arrogant and pedantic scholars was to flatter them to death.

"My goodness, Chief of Staff Guo is truly a genius."

Zhao Yushu slapped his thigh suddenly, looked at Guo Changming with admiration, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Your insightful remarks have truly enlightened me, like hearing celestial music that has instantly cleared my ears."

To be honest, although our regimental commander Lin is a capable fighter, he is still young and lacks your profound military theoretical knowledge.

Our 33rd Army Corps is now just a bunch of reckless brutes who only know how to charge and fight.

We desperately need a learned general like you, well-versed in modern warfare and with an international education, to guide us through our difficulties.

Guo Changming felt incredibly comfortable and light-hearted after Zhao Yushu's barrage of flattery.

He cautiously pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, but couldn't help but smile.

"Ahem, Lieutenant Zhao, you flatter me."

But don't worry, since the Chairman appointed me as the Chief of Staff...

I will naturally teach Lin Feng what real modern warfare is.

From now on, all legion battle plans must undergo my strict review; he must not be allowed to act so recklessly again.

"That's natural, that's natural."

From now on, we'll be relying entirely on Chief of Staff Guo.

Zhao Yushu nodded repeatedly, but when he turned to look out the window, a hint of mockery, as if looking at a dead man, flashed in his eyes.

"Teach my cousin how to fight?"

"Old man, when you actually go to the battlefield and face the Japanese heavy artillery, will you still be able to brag so loudly?!"

That evening, the largest restaurant in Jiawang County was booked out entirely by the 33rd Army Corps to welcome the two imperial envoys from Jiangcheng.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

As a veteran spy, Shen Qinghe held his wine glass, his old face beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum.

He repeatedly referred to Lin as "Commander Lin, a young and promising man" and "a pillar of the party and the country," adopting an extremely humble and respectful attitude.

During the meal, Zhao Yushu leaned close to his ear and whispered something in a low voice:

"Director Shen, the courtyard arranged for you has been prepared. There are some local specialties that our 33rd Army Corps received in the area. It's just a small token of our appreciation."

Upon hearing the words "local specialties," Shen Qinghe's cloudy old eyes instantly lit up like searchlights. He nodded repeatedly, his smile revealing his back teeth.

In contrast, Guo Changming seemed somewhat out of place.

Although he held a wine glass and acted like a subordinate, he couldn't hide the arrogance that came with being a graduate of the second class of the Whampoa Military Academy and a student who had studied abroad.

Chief of Staff Guo had absolutely no interest in gold, silver, treasures, or local specialties.

After a few glasses of Gallic red wine, he became intoxicated and started using his chopsticks as a baton, drawing out battle lines on the table with the wine in them.

"Commander Lin, the department thinks our tactics in Jiangbei are too risky."

According to the latest defense theory of Gaul, it is necessary to rely on a strong fortress complex, with armored forces dispersed as a second-line reserve...

Guo Changming pulled Lin Feng aside and began to talk theoretically, his spittle flying everywhere.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, nodding occasionally and agreeing with a few words of "senior's insightful opinion," thus brushing him off like a child.

In the following days, the two imperial envoys officially took up their posts.

After several encounters, Lin Feng thoroughly understood Shen Qinghe's fatal flaw.

Extremely greedy and blindly worship foreign goods.

After retiring to the second line, this old spy, accustomed to the extravagant lifestyle of Nanjing and Shanghai, couldn't bear the hardship at all when he arrived at the front line in the biting cold.

His mind was not on how to do political work, but on how to use his titles of "Director of the Political Department of the Legion" and "Imperial Envoy of Jiangcheng" to amass wealth within the 33rd Legion.

Lin Feng has plenty of ways to deal with this kind of person.