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

At the same time, in Pengcheng, at the headquarters of the Fifth War Zone.

In the reception room, Commander Li sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand, his face plastered with the impeccable smile typical of officials.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing a crisp general's woolen uniform with a row of medals hanging on his chest.

This man was in his forties, very well-maintained, with a fair complexion and a pair of slightly narrowed fox-like eyes that exuded an air of superiority and authority.

It was Zhou Weixian, the lieutenant general advisor of the Military Commission's Advisory Office, a subordinate of Granny He, and also a graduate of the Army Academy, who was the special envoy representing Jiangcheng this time.

"Commander Li, let's not beat around the bush."

Zhou Wei flicked his cigarette ash and said slowly and deliberately:

"Brother, I have come here on His personal orders."

Lin Feng's 33rd Army Corps fought very well. The bombing of Qingcheng Port was a great success, and the officials of Jiangcheng were full of praise.

But...

He drew out the word, glancing at Commander Li with his small eyes:

"It's not a good idea to leave the air force and all that German equipment in the hands of one unit."

The country is facing difficulties and resources are limited. Such precious resources should be handed over to the central government for unified allocation in order to maximize their effectiveness.

Don't you agree?

Commander Li cursed "old fox" in his heart, but his smile became even more enthusiastic:

"Special Envoy Zhou is right, he is right."

It was all for the sake of resisting the Japanese invasion.

However, Special Envoy Zhou, as you know, Lin Feng is a very stubborn guy, and I heard that his planes were donated by overseas Chinese, and the pilots were all hired from overseas at great expense.

This matter probably needs careful consideration.

"Should we take a longer-term view?"

Zhou Weixian's face darkened, and his voice turned cold:

"Commander Li, according to the imperial edict, it is required to be done immediately."

Brother, let me give you a piece of advice: you'd better not get involved in this matter.

To avoid... hurting the harmony.

At this point, it's practically a blatant threat.

Commander Li's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, and he chuckled awkwardly.

"That's right, that's right. Special Envoy Zhou, you must be tired from your journey. Please rest first..."

After seeing Zhou Weixian off, the smile on Commander Li's face vanished instantly.

He returned to his office and gave a stern order to his waiting confidential secretary:

"Immediately notify our reporter stations in Pengcheng, including the National Salvation Daily and Ta Kung Pao."

They embellished and exaggerated Lin Feng's exploits during this period, such as intercepting Japanese bombings and taking the initiative to sink Japanese aircraft carriers.

Next, I will make sure the entire Fifth War Zone, no, the entire Great Xia, knows what Lin Feng has done.

The secretary was taken aback:

"Sir, isn't this... a bit too high-profile? What about Jiangcheng..."

"High-profile? I'm going to be high-profile."

Commander Li slammed his hand on the table:

"Isn't Jiang Cheng trying to reap the rewards?"

I'll first lift this peach to the heavens, so that the whole world can see it.

I want to see if Zhou Weixian dares to defy public opinion and steal the life-saving tool of a "war hero."

The secretary suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up:

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."

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Early the next morning, Zhou Weixian, in a car sent by the war zone and escorted by a group of guards, left Pengcheng in a grand procession and headed straight for Jiawang.

When the car was less than ten miles from Jiawang County, Zhou Weixian sensed that something was wrong.

The scene on both sides of the road was completely different from what he had imagined the ragtag army garrison to be.

First, every three to five miles, you could see field fortifications built with sandbags.

The machine gun mounted in the fortifications was not a Czech-made one, but the same MG-34 general-purpose machine gun as the one currently in service with the Hanseatic Wehrmacht.

The gun barrel, covered with ventilation holes, and the thick, long ammunition belt gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.

Even more outrageous, every so often, there was an Opel truck painted in camouflage parked by the roadside, with seven or eight fully armed soldiers standing outside.

These soldiers were all wearing M35 steel helmets, woolen military overcoats, and carrying submachine guns or rifles on their backs, their eyes coldly fixed on passing vehicles.

"These...these are Lin Feng's soldiers?"

Zhou Weixian's heart skipped a beat.

He had also led troops before, and he could tell at a glance that the murderous aura emanating from these soldiers was definitely not feigned.

That's the kind of temperament only elites who have truly been on the battlefield and seen blood have.

The car continued driving forward.

The closer Zhou Weixian got to Jiawang, the faster his heart beat.

The wide dirt road was riddled with deep ruts from heavy vehicles, and the fields on both sides of the road were filled with neatly pitched field tents.

In the distance, squads of soldiers were doing their morning exercises, their shouts of battle deafening.

Further away, several camouflaged half-track tractors were towing large 150mm heavy howitzers, heading somewhere unknown.

Further away, in an open area, there were even several tanks that he had never seen before, parked neatly.

Compared to the Vickers, Carden-Loyd, and I-class light tanks imported by the Central Army, that tank appeared exceptionally tall and imposing.

The sharply angled turret and the long cannon barrel reflected a chilling glint in the morning sun.

"My God..."

Zhou Weixian broke out in a cold sweat.

This is not the garrison of a second-tier ragtag army.

This firepower and this formation are ten times more terrifying than Jiang Cheng's personal guards!

He originally thought that Lin Feng was just lucky to have gotten a few planes and that his troops were better equipped than ordinary ragtag armies.

But now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he realizes that he was so wrong.

This is clearly a modern army armed to the teeth, fully German-equipped, and possessing terrifying heavy firepower.

The car finally entered Jiawang County.

The scene before him left Zhou Weixian completely dumbfounded.

There were hardly any ordinary people to be seen in the county town; the streets were full of military vehicles.

Opel trucks, barrel trucks, and three-wheeled motorcycles come and go in a constant stream.

On the open ground at the street corner, several 75mm mountain guns were parked in neat rows, and the artillerymen were cleaning the gun barrels.

"The special envoy has arrived."

The driver carefully parked the car in front of a three-story building.

This building was originally the county government's office building, and now a wooden sign hangs at the entrance that reads "Headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps of the National Revolutionary Army".

Zhou Weixian took a deep breath, straightened his military uniform, and tried to calm himself down.

He was, after all, a special envoy from Jiangcheng, and he held the emperor's edict in his hand; he could not show any weakness.

Guided by two guards, Zhou Weixian walked into the headquarters with his head held high.

In the reception room, Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper with great interest.

Seeing Zhou Wei enter, Lin Feng put down his newspaper, stood up, and gave a perfunctory salute:

"Special Envoy Zhou, you've come from afar, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Wei first sized up Lin Feng.

Very young, not even thirty years old.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm, so calm that it made him a little uncomfortable.

"Commander Lin, I've heard so much about you."

Zhou Wei forced a smile, sat down on the sofa, picked up the tea the guard brought, and took a sip:

"The Battle of Qingcheng Port demonstrated the might of our Great Xia soldiers."

Even the Supreme Commander was overjoyed upon hearing the good news in Jiangcheng.