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

Accompanying the two imperial envoys to Jiawang were the military pay and recruitment funds for the reorganization of the legion issued by the Jiangcheng Military and Political Department.

Although the money had been skimmed off at each level and had shrunk considerably by the time it reached the 33rd Army Corps, Lin Feng did not embezzle a single penny. He directly ordered the finance department to distribute all the military pay in full to every soldier.

At the same time, he set up several large recruitment points in Pengcheng City and several surrounding counties, and began recruiting soldiers in a high-profile manner.

These days, soldiers are fed and paid, and what they fear most is their superiors exploiting their soldiers and losing battles.

But when they heard that it was Lin Feng, the regimental commander who had annihilated the elite Japanese troops in Jiangbei and personally killed a Japanese major general, who was recruiting soldiers, and that the soldiers were paid in full and had plenty of food every day, they were surprised.

The entire Pengcheng and surrounding areas were abuzz with excitement among passionate young people and exiled refugees.

The recruitment site was packed with people; it was completely overflowing.

Countless young people eagerly signed up, hoping to follow this ever-victorious general and kill the Japanese devils honorably.

With the manpower problem solved, the next step is to deal with the arrogant Chief of Staff Guo Changming.

Lin Feng used a combination of sweet talk and physical intimidation to deal with Shen Qinghe, but he used even more ruthless tactics to deal with this "Zhao Kuo" who spouted the Gallic infantry manual.

In short: it's all about flattery to the point of destruction!

Lin Feng had a large, spacious, and bright courtyard specially set up next to the headquarters, and hung up a sign that read "The Corps' Supreme Strategic Staff Office".

In the very center of the courtyard, engineers worked through the night to create an extremely large and detailed panoramic sand table of the Su-Lu war zone.

Not only that, Lin Feng also provided Guo Changming with more than a dozen staff officers, plus mountains of military maps of various scales and red and blue pencils.

"Senior, our brothers in the 33rd Army Corps fight with nothing but courage and blood, and they are sorely lacking in strategic vision like yours."

Lin Feng held Guo Changming's hand, his face full of "sincerity" and "admiration":

"From now on, this staff room will be your domain."

You should stay here and give us a proper plan for the upcoming Battle of Pengcheng.

"Rest assured, I, Lin Feng, will absolutely regard any battle plan you devise as gospel."

Guo Changming had never been treated like this before.

Back when he was sitting on the sidelines in Nanjing and Jiangcheng, which of those generals who held real power didn't outwardly comply with his wishes but inwardly defy him and sneer at him?

Now, this rising star from the Whampoa Military Academy calls him "senior" and "chief of staff" and has even assigned him such a luxurious staff team.

Guo Changming immediately felt like he had met a kindred spirit, and his bones felt light as a feather.

"Don't worry, junior."

Guo Changming pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, picked up his baton with great enthusiasm, pointed at the sand table, and said:

"With my foolish brother here strategizing and planning, we will surely ensure that the Japanese invaders never return."

"You lot, immediately set up the model of the Gallic defensive positions for me. Let's simulate the in-depth defense of the Jinpu Railway..."

Watching Guo Changming and his group of young staff officers passionately discussing national affairs in front of the sand table, Lin Feng curled his lips into a mocking sneer, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard.

Go do the deductions, go draw the diagrams.

As long as you don't interfere with the actual command and logistics of the troops, even if you capture the Japanese Emperor alive on the sand table, I'll let you do as you please.

Having dealt with the two military supervisors, Lin Feng finally ushered in the moment he had been most looking forward to.

Arms dealer Wang Tianlu arrived in Jiawang with a convoy laden with wealth.

"Oh, my dear Brother Lin, I've missed you so much!"

As soon as he entered, Wang Tianlu's obese body pounced on him, his fat face trembling with laughter.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Tianlu suddenly leaned closer, sniffed, and his small eyes darted around as he teased:

"Brother, I've heard about it."

You not only have tough stuff here, but also a lot of good stuff?

French red wine, Caribbean cigars, and the finest coffee beans...

"That old bastard Shen Qinghe is living like a god here with you."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and waved his hand generously: "If you like it, brother, I'll have someone load a few boxes into your car when you leave, and give them to you."

"A few boxes? That's not enough."

Wang Tianlu rubbed his chubby hands together and asked in a low voice, "Brother, tell me honestly, how much of this stuff do you have?"

Lin Feng was taken aback, his face full of doubt: "What do you need this thing for?"

Our Fifth War Zone is full of men, and most of them are poor, ragtag troops.

"You're going to sell all that coffee and wine to Commander Li?"

"Hey, who said they were going to sell it in Pengcheng?"

Wang Tianlu pointed mysteriously to the southwest: "I have a very reliable route in the mountain city."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng suddenly realized what was going on.

Yes, how could he have forgotten about that?

In today's China, drinking coffee and sipping red wine is not just about satisfying one's appetite; it represents an acceptance of Western modern life and is a symbol of status and identity.

Those high-ranking officials within the White Party who consider themselves elite intellectuals can't even approve official documents without drinking a cup of coffee every day.

Not to mention the wealthy ladies and young ladies who fled to the rear areas of Chongqing.

While the soldiers at the front were fighting a bloody battle, these women in the rear still had to maintain their ridiculous sense of superiority by drinking coffee and listening to phonographs.

This thing is located in the back, and it's absolutely extremely profitable.

Lin Feng simply hadn't expected Wang Tianlu to have such immense power.

Not only could they sell weapons to various warlords, but they could also safely transport these luxury goods to the rear of the mountain city and distribute them at high prices through various channels.

The intricate network of relationships involved, including checkpoints along the route, water transport, and the upper echelons of the mountain town, is simply unfathomable.

"Wow, bro, that's pretty unconventional."

Lin Feng chuckled and patted Wang Tianlu on the shoulder: "Foreign liquor, coffee, cigars—as long as you can handle it, I have plenty. The supply is absolutely plentiful!"

But in his heart, he had already made up his mind.

Tenfold.

No, sell it to Wang Tianlu at twenty times the price.

The situation is critical at the front, while the situation is dire at the rear.

These parasites who are making a fortune off the nation during this time of crisis and indulging in a life of luxury are all bad people.

Lin Feng felt no psychological pressure at all about making money off them to build up troops in the system to fight the Japanese. He even felt that he was doing justice on behalf of Heaven.

"Haha, little brother, you're truly amazing! Well then, I'll just have a sip of the thick soup with you!"

Wang Tianlu was overjoyed, but then his expression turned serious. He took out a stack of Citibank drafts from his briefcase and had a box of gold bars brought over, which he then slammed heavily on the table.

"Brother, this is the final payment for our first batch of arms deals. Please check it."

The promissory note plus the gold bars together are worth a total of 160 million.

It wasn't the increasingly depreciating legal tender, but 160 million silver dollars!

The biggest buyer in this first batch of transactions was none other than the wealthy and powerful Guangxi clique leader, Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone.