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

As the Sichuan soldiers lay prone in the mud and water, watching in despair as the Japanese soldiers charged forward.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek came from overhead, and then the charging Japanese soldiers were turned into a rain of blood in a violent explosion.

The sheer joy of escaping death, the pride of knowing "there are people in heaven too," brought tears to the eyes of countless tough men.

The Japanese army's weak field anti-aircraft firepower perfectly complemented Lin Feng's air force.

The barrage of machine guns firing into the air was like a tickle to the sturdy Stuka.

At this moment, Lin Feng sat at his desk and, with a thought, quietly opened the system panel that only he could see.

Current permission level: Level IV (82,762/100,000)

In just a few seconds, the numbers on the panel changed once.

Current permission level: Level IV (82,762/100,000)

Clearly, the air force that was licking the ground had brought in new merit points.

"Great, just over 17,000 points away from reaching V-level."

Lin Feng looked at the upgrade progress bar, casually pulled out the Luger P08 pistol from his holster, and began to think while wiping it clean.

In his strategic plan, advancing to Level V is of paramount importance.

Since he's reached Tier V, he estimates he'll likely be able to redeem a twin-engine medium bomber with a longer range and greater payload, plus a long-range bomber like the FW-190.

While the existing Stukas are accurate in their dive bombing, their range is too short, limiting them to tactical support for the front lines.

Once he had twin-engine bombers, he could directly bypass the front lines and launch long-range strategic bombing raids on major Japanese cities, Yellow River crossings, major ports, and large material warehouses in the rear.

This would then cut off the Japanese army's railway and highway lines behind their lines, destroying their supply system.

The benefits of this for quickly encircling and annihilating the isolated Japanese troops deep in the front, and for the subsequent counterattack on the entire Shandong province, are self-evident.

"Ring ring—"

Lin Feng picked up the internal phone on the table and shook it twice:

"Get me the engineer battalion, find Zhou Ruida."

After the call connected, Lin Feng immediately gave the order:

"Old Zhou, forget about the weather."

Have your engineering battalion work harder to continue expanding the backup airports in Jiawang and the surrounding area.

The runway must be lengthened, widened, and reinforced.

"In a while, even bigger birds will be flying over, and the current runway won't be able to handle them."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng shouted towards the door:

"Yu Shu, come in for a moment."

Zhao Yushu pushed open the door and entered, holding a stack of battle reports he had just received from the front lines.

"Cousin, you were looking for me?"

"Go, immediately spread the word."

Lin Feng stood up, straightened the collar of his military uniform, and his tone became serious:

"Notify Zhao Dashan, Zhang Bingwen, Zhang Wenzhong, Li Dadao, Xu Zhiming, and Zhou Biao."

Tell the commanders of each division and brigade to put aside their current tasks.

Everyone must be at the legion headquarters for a meeting before noon tomorrow.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yushu's eyes lit up, his weariness vanished, and he excitedly stepped forward:

"Cousin, our 33rd Legion... is finally going to move?!"

In fact, Zhao Yushu was not the only one suffering from unbearable hunger and thirst.

For the past two months, we've been holed up in the rear training every day, watching our allies fight to the death on the front lines. The entire legion has been itching to get back into action.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and patted Zhao Yushu on the shoulder:

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Just go and inform them."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

Zhao Yushu saluted, then turned and ran out like a gust of wind.

Watching Zhao Yushu's departing figure, Lin Feng turned around and his gaze fell once again on the huge map of the Soviet-Shandong war zone on the wall.

His gaze swept over Tengxian and Linyi, where fierce battles were raging.

In the end, he firmly pinned his gaze to the upper right corner of the map, to the coastal city he had circled heavily with a red pencil.

Qingcheng Port!

"Isoya Rensuke's 10th Division, plus a brigade, marched south along the Jinpu Railway, supported by another division. This was the main force of the Japanese, a tough nut to crack."

Lin Feng's fingers tapped lightly on the map. With the airport and reconnaissance aircraft, he could finally gather more and more first-hand strategic intelligence.

Compared to previously relying entirely on reports from the White Party's Ministry of Defense and the war zone, this was like a nearsighted person finally getting their glasses, and their vision instantly became clear.

"Meanwhile, Itagaki Seishiro's 5th Division, taking the flank, set off from Qingcheng Port, which I had bombed once, and marched south to attack Linyi."

This is a supporting detachment of the Japanese army.

Lin Feng touched his nose and suddenly smiled sinisterly.

In war, you naturally pick on the weakest target first!

Although the 5th Division was known as the "Steel Army," their logistics base, Qingcheng Port, had already been bombed once by Lin Feng's bombers.

His subordinate 9th Brigade, from Brigade Commander Kunisaki Noboru down to the lowest-ranking soldiers, was once surrounded and annihilated by him.

Even though the Japanese headquarters quickly brought in a large number of replacement soldiers and retired veterans from the country to reorganize the 9th Brigade for this southward advance,

However, this newly assembled 9th Brigade is incomparable in combat strength to the original battle-hardened, regular elite force.

Logistics are inefficient, combat effectiveness is questionable, and morale is low.

In Lin Feng's eyes, this flanking force, responsible for supporting the main force, is now nothing more than a paper tiger that looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside!

The next day at noon, in the conference room of the 33rd Army Corps Headquarters in Jiawang County.

Zhang Wenzhong, commander of the newly formed 8th Army and concurrently commander of the 107th Division; Zhang Bingwen, commander of the 112th Division; Li Dadao, commander of the newly formed 15th Division; and Zhao Dashan, commander of the 1st Honorary Brigade.

These key members of the legion have all arrived.

Besides these familiar faces, two unfamiliar faces sat at the end of the conference table.

Both men were in their early thirties, dressed in crisp German-style military uniforms, their backs ramrod straight, exuding an extremely cold and stern military aura.

They are the commanders of the two brand-new German-equipped infantry divisions that Lin Feng recently assembled using the system, with a large investment of money and merit points.

Xu Zhiming, commander of the newly formed 16th Division.

Zhou Biao, commander of the 1st Independent Division.

These two men were originally officers who served as regimental commanders in the 1st Honorary Brigade, manifested by the system. Naturally, they had absolute, even fanatical, loyalty to Lin Feng.

This time, Lin Feng promoted him to division commander, breaking with precedent.

Zhang Bingwen, Zhang Wenzhong, and Li Dadao subtly observed their two new colleagues.

They all knew exactly what was going on.

These two, along with Zhao Dashan, who also comes from the 1st Honorary Brigade and is currently the brigade commander.

This is the true, absolute confidant of Legion Commander Lin Feng.

However, although the three of them felt a little uneasy, they didn't feel too much imbalance or resentment.

After all, Lin Feng had nothing but praise for these ragtag units.

Weapons and equipment, ample ammunition supplies, and even military pay and food allowances were distributed on time and in full.

In the current army of Great Xia, to have such a protective and generous superior is like having one's ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke.

Lin Feng sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group.

Judging from their expressions, I was fairly satisfied.

The fact that no obvious resentment or jealousy was observed suggests that these three generals were at least grateful and mindful of the overall situation.