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

Commander Li knew very well that although Lin Feng was a formidable man, he was usually very humble and had always shown him, the commander of the war zone, great respect.

This is a powerful force that can absolutely be united and serve as the mainstay of the resistance against Japan.

Now that he has an air force nominally under his command in the Fifth Theater Command, he has far more options for his future troop deployments.

However, Commander Li is also a cunning old fox.

He knew that once news of the Qingcheng Port victory reached the Jiangcheng command headquarters, the outcome would be crucial.

The person sitting in the highest position would be absolutely green with envy.

Jiangcheng will definitely try every means possible, even issuing a forced transfer order, to poach Lin Feng and his air force from the Fifth War Zone and transfer them to protect Jiangcheng.

"Trying to steal my girlfriend? No way!"

Commander Li sneered inwardly.

He decided that he had to immediately mobilize all the political power of the Guangxi clique in the government and the public to protect Lin Feng at all costs.

We absolutely cannot let that guy from Jiangcheng take this peerless sword away.

"Someone come here."

Commander Li completely lost his appetite, shoved the bowl of rice noodles off the table, and loudly ordered:

"I will personally draft the telegram and send it to the whole country."

"Recommend Commander Lin and the 33rd Army Corps for their merits."

The adjutant beside him, while grinding ink, chuckled and chimed in:

"Yes, we sank one of the Japanese aircraft carriers, which is a giant ship weighing tens of thousands of tons."

This is the first time in history.

This time, we absolutely have to make that guy in Jiangcheng bleed a lot.

Don't think you can just get rid of us with some medal.

Military pay, silver dollars, and clothing must be allocated to our Fifth War Zone many times over.

"you're right."

Commander Li picked up his pen, a shrewd smile playing on his lips:

"Not only do I need money and food, but I also want to use this great victory to give Lin Feng an even greater title."

I want the whole world to know that Lin Feng is a member of my Fifth War Zone.

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a few days later.

"Dongwu calling Yingchao, Dongwu calling Yingchao, airspace in Zone A3 is normal, repeat, all is normal."

"Eagle Nest received. Maintain alert altitude and monitor fuel levels."

The sky above the plain was cloudless.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of engines, two BF-109 fighter jets with their noses painted a striking yellow for easy identification by friendly forces swept across the sky.

On the ground, Sun Zhen, commander-in-chief of the 22nd Army Group of the Sichuan Army, was wearing a faded old military overcoat, craning his neck and squinting at the two fighter jets that were rapidly disappearing into the distance.

"Damn it..."

Sun Zhen smacked her lips and couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Every day, airplanes fly around in the sky. They're not just burning oil, they're burning a lot of hard-earned money. How much money does that cost in fuel?"

"Sigh, if only we could save that money and use it to buy a few more heavy machine guns for our Sichuan Army, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

The 22nd Group Army of the Sichuan Army comprises the 41st Army and the 45th Army.

This was the first batch of troops to respond to the national call to leave Sichuan and participate in the war of resistance after the full-scale outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan.

The entire army consists of four divisions: the 122nd, 124th, 125th, and 127th, with a total strength of over 40,000 personnel.

The name "army group" sounds impressive, but in reality, this unit is severely understaffed and has very little heavy firepower.

The entire army was basically equipped with rifles produced in Sichuan, and the rifling was worn down, causing the bullets to tumble and spin when fired.

As for artillery? The entire army group couldn't find a single decent field gun, and supplies were extremely rudimentary.

Sure enough, I recently heard that Lieutenant General Wang Tianlu, the deputy director of the theater supply command and concurrently the director of the logistics department of the theater commander's headquarters, has connections to obtain heavy weapons that are in high demand.

General Sun Zhen had to sell everything he owned, borrow money from all sides, and even plunder the private savings of several division commanders to finally scrape together the funds.

When they finally got their money and asked the prices, they realized there were so many great things they wanted to buy, but they didn't have enough money.

Commander Sun is now somewhat obsessed; he sees money in everything and has become a complete "money-grubber".

Standing nearby, Wang Minzhang, commander of the 122nd Division, couldn't help but chuckle and joke when he heard the commander-in-chief's complaint:

"Commander-in-Chief, don't be so stingy."

It's better for our own planes to fly over our heads than for the Japanese planes to defecate over our heads, right?

I've heard that during the later stages of the Battle of Shanghai, the most elite army groups of the Central Army withdrew from the outskirts of Shanghai to Nanjing.

They retreated westward, with Japanese planes chasing and bombing them overhead.

The main road was littered with wrecked cars and the bodies of our brothers; it was a horrific scene, a veritable river of blood.

After listening, Sun Zhen stroked the stubble on his chin, rolled his eyes, and said irritably:

"You son of a bitch, now that you say that, our army group is actually pretty lucky, huh?"

With the brothers from the 33rd Army Corps flying overhead to protect us, shouldn't I, Old Sun, take some time to thank Commander Lin?

Upon hearing this, several division commanders nearby burst into laughter, echoing in their thick Sichuan accents:

"Okay! Okay!"

"Commander Lin is so righteous, we Sichuan Army can't be lacking in courtesy."

"Yeah, with the plane protecting us, we can sleep more soundly at night."

Just then, a messenger came running up, sweating profusely, his face flushed with excitement:

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, they're here, they're here!"

"What's coming? Stop panicking and speak clearly!" Sun Zhen glared at the messenger.

"Director Wang is here, leading a long convoy of dozens of large trucks. He's really impressive. He's already at the entrance to town."

"Oh my goodness, the God of Wealth has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhen's eyes lit up instantly, and without even bothering to put on his coat, he turned and ran outside.

"Quickly, Minzhang, and the rest of you, come with me to greet Director Wang."

Dust billowed in the open space outside the town.

Dozens of trucks fully loaded with supplies lined up in a long queue and came to a steady stop.

Leading the way was a black sedan manufactured by White Eagle.

The car door opened, and Lieutenant General Wang Tianlu, dressed in a crisp woolen military uniform and wearing a general's cloak, stepped out with a smile, exuding an air of authority.

"Director Wang, oh my, I've been waiting for you for so long! We've finally got you here."

Sun Zhen strode forward and grabbed Wang Tianlu's hand tightly, his warmth making it feel even closer than if they were seeing a brother.

"Commander Sun, you're too kind. I'm just doing my job because I'm paid to do what I'm paid to do."

Wang Tianlu smiled and patted Sun Zhen's hand, then turned and pointed to the convoy behind him, waving his hand dismissively:

"Lift the tarpaulin and let Commander Sun inspect the goods."

The soldiers ripped the tarpaulin off the truck.

Under the sunlight, rows of cannons, gleaming with a cold metallic luster and coated with dark gray anti-rust paint, appeared prominently before everyone's eyes.

That was a PAK36 37mm anti-tank gun that Lin Feng redeemed through the system and then resold.

In addition to the anti-tank guns, dozens of brand-new Shanghai-made 82mm mortars and piles of ammunition boxes were neatly stacked on the truck behind.

"hiss--"

The Sichuan Army generals present, including Sun Zhen, all gasped in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief.

When have the Sichuan Army ever seen such a formation?

Normally, if you get a few old, outdated mountain guns, you have to treat them like royalty.

Wang Minzhang strode to a truck, reached out and touched the shield of the anti-tank gun, his face full of disbelief.

Good heavens... When did the Central Army become so generous?

This Director Wang, he really does give you the best products when you pay him.

He turned and shouted:

"Commander-in-Chief, look, these cannons are all brand new, without even a scratch."

This cannon even has foreign markings engraved on it; it's definitely a genuine Han Chinese original.

Wang Minzhang peeked into the back of the train again, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Armor-piercing shells, all of them are fully equipped with armor-piercing shells."

Boxes were stacked one on top of the other, filling the entire back of the truck bed.

In the past, even if these ragtag troops spent a lot of money to buy from above, most of the equipment they acquired was second-hand stuff discarded by the Central Army.

When have I ever seen such brand-new, impressive, original imported heavy firepower?!

Looking at these sophisticated weapons, Sun Zhen's eyes suddenly reddened.

He didn't speak, but silently turned around, grabbed Wang Tianlu's arm, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Brother Wang, come with me."

Sun Zhen led Wang Tianlu through the camp area and arrived at a large parade ground next to it.

A biting wind was blowing across the playground.

Hundreds of Sichuan soldiers were standing in neat rows.

When Wang Tianlu saw what the soldiers looked like, the smile on his face froze instantly, and his heart felt as if it had been clenched by something.