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

At the army group or corps level, logistics must be treated as a top priority.

In my past life, when I was in school, there was a very classic line in the history textbook: "The victory of the Huaihai Campaign was achieved by the people pushing carts."

At the time, he was only shocked by what he heard, but now that he is in the midst of it, Lin Feng has come to a deep understanding of how accurate those words were.

Supplies were sent from rear supply depots and main warehouses to the divisions and brigades under the front-line corps. The corps itself was responsible for the entire long supply line in between.

According to the rules of modern warfare, the ratio of logistics personnel plus civilian laborers to frontline soldiers is generally one to one, or even two to one.

This is only a defensive battle.

In the event of an offensive war, or even a long-distance expedition, the ratio of logistics personnel and laborers to frontline soldiers could reach a terrifying three to one or four to one.

In other words, it takes four people working hard to transport supplies to support one soldier charging into battle.

Lin Feng knew his own cards very well.

Although he has the incredible cheat code of the system space, which allows him to instantly materialize massive amounts of resources.

But now he is a legion commander, and he has mountains of military affairs to deal with every day, so he can't possibly go around being a porter every day.

He could only occasionally take on a small role, running the "main artery" of transport from the rear to the main warehouse at the front.

As for the specific transportation work, which was like capillaries, distributed from the main warehouse to various front-line positions and trenches, he simply couldn't spare the time.

It still requires a large logistics force and civilians to fill the gap.

Putting aside everything else, just consider the 120mm heavy mortars that have been newly equipped in each infantry regiment.

Each shell weighs over thirty kilograms.

The artillerymen let go, and the shot was fired in a few seconds—just enough to make a sound.

But to ensure that the artillery on the front lines wouldn't misfire, these heavy iron lumps, weighing over thirty kilograms, had to be pulled by trains, transported by trucks, and carried by horse-drawn carts.

When they reached the last few kilometers of muddy paths, vehicles couldn't make it in, so the laborers had to carry the loads on their shoulders, one load at a time, to the front lines.

Bringing his thoughts back, Lin Feng looked at Zhao Yushu, his tone becoming extremely solemn:

"Yu Shu, I'm giving you these three million legal tender. Go and handle this matter personally."

Lin Feng stared into Zhao Yushu's eyes and explained, word by word:

"Remember, it's about hiring, not conscripting men like those old warlords did."

Pay wages according to market price.

If anyone is injured or maimed by Japanese bombing or shelling, they will receive full compensation; if any civilians lose their lives on the transport line, their resettlement allowance will not be reduced by a single penny.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and looked out the window at the gray sky:

"We soldiers fight the Japanese invaders to protect our homes and country."

It's a blessing that the people are willing to help us.

I've given you the money, so don't waste it, but you absolutely can't be stingy with it either.

Under no circumstances should we let the people who helped us bleed and weep.

"Yes, cousin, don't worry."

Zhao Yushu straightened up abruptly, gave a perfect military salute, and loudly replied:

"I'll take care of it right away. I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly and not tarnish the reputation of our 33rd Army Corps."

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February 4, 2.

With the conclusion of the Imperial Conference, a document bearing the Emperor's Imperial Seal, "Order No. 14 for Continental Operations," was swiftly transmitted via radio waves to the headquarters of the North China Area Army and the Central China Expeditionary Army.

There is only one core command.

The strategic objective for the next phase of operations has been officially shifted entirely to Pengcheng, a major transportation hub in the Central Plains of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The Japanese war machine roared to life once again.

Two weeks later, on February 17th, in the early morning.

Outside Jining City, Shandong Province, on a muddy highway.

The densely packed yellow military uniforms resembled a locust swarm passing by, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The main force of the 10th Division, along with the attached Independent Mixed Brigade No. 15, officially broke camp and headed south.

In the early spring chill, tens of thousands of leather military boots pounded on the frozen ground, producing a dull, rhythmic "click-clack" sound.

Trucks, mules, and artillery tractors struggled through the mud, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

Behind them, on the railway line further north, the 16th Division, the 106th Special Division, and the 114th Special Division of the North China Area Army had also completed their assembly and were serving as operational reserves, ready to move south to provide reinforcements at any time.

The Japanese devils in North China have truly come out in full force this time.

That same evening, about fifteen kilometers south of Yanzhou City, there was a town called Nanyi Town.

The town is small, with only a few intersecting dirt roads and a little over a hundred households.

At this moment, the town was eerily quiet, with every household's doors and windows tightly shut, and not a single person in sight.

Only in the largest landlord's mansion in the center of town was the light of day illuminating the scene, with many people around.

It turns out that this large mansion with three courtyards had long been forcibly requisitioned by the Japanese.

Several heavily armed Japanese sentries stood at the entrance, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

In the courtyard, several sidecar motorcycles and military trucks were parked haphazardly.

Several Japanese signalmen were frantically setting up a radio antenna.

They tied several long bamboo poles together, erected a huge Yagi antenna at the top, and then struggled to fix the antenna to the roof.

Meanwhile, a huge, extremely conspicuous Japanese flag was fluttering in the wind on the roof.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the division commander is almost here."

A Japanese major stood in the courtyard, impatiently urging them on.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the gate.

A Toyota sedan, escorted by several three-wheeled motorcycles, slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the mansion.

The car door opened, and Lieutenant General Rensuke Isogai, commander of the 10th Division, stepped out with a grim face.

He was in his early fifties, not very tall but with a stocky build, sporting a standard mustache, and his triangular eyes revealed shrewdness and ruthlessness.

As soon as Rensuke Isogai got out of the car, the first thing he saw was the flag on the roof.

His face instantly darkened.

"Baka yarou".

"Snapped!"

Isogai Rensuke slapped the staff officer next to him hard across the face with a resounding slap.

The staff officer was spun halfway around after being hit, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, but he could only quickly stand at attention and bow his head: "Yes, sir!"

"You idiot, you pig-brain!"

Isogai Rensuke pointed at the staff officer's nose and spat in his face:

"Go, go and put that flag away for me right now."

And that damn antenna, it's so conspicuous.

The staff officer covered his face, explaining somewhat aggrievedly:

"Division Commander, the antenna needs to be higher for a better signal..."

"Signal? What good is a good signal!"

Rensuke Isogai was so angry his beard was trembling:

"Lin Feng's independent air force has bombers."

They even sank the Navy's aircraft carrier.

"Are you hanging your flag so high and your antenna so conspicuously up to tell the Chinese planes to drop bombs on my head?!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and kicked the major in the backside again:

"Climb up there immediately, take down the flag, lower the antenna, and camouflage it properly."

Don't park so many cars in front of the gate; drive them all out into the woods outside town to hide.

Also, tell all people entering and exiting not to come and go too frequently and not to make loud noises.

Don't make it look like you're going to a temple to pray for blessings.

The major scrambled off to carry out the order.

Isogai Rensuke was still furious. He walked around the yard twice with his hands behind his back, his face extremely ugly.