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

A standard ammunition load for a 75mm Bofors mountain gun is 120 shells.

One ammunition load for a 105mm howitzer or mountain gun is 80 shells.

The ammunition load of a 38(t) light tank is 90 rounds of 37mm shells.

Including mortar shells, his troops have fired nearly 4 shells of various types since the start of the war.

In the entire Battle of Shanghai, more than 10 Japanese divisions, totaling over 30 men, fired a total of 35 shells of various types.

Of course, this does not include the munitions used by naval guns for ground support.

However, this comparison also shows that Itagaki Seishiro's 5th Division was literally knocked unconscious by Lin Feng's massive artillery barrage.

"War is all about logistics and money."

Lin Feng sighed, but he still knew the score.

So he once again exchanged for a huge amount of 75mm mountain gun shells, 105mm howitzer shells, and boxes of bullets piled up like small mountains in the system without hesitation.

A series of white lights flashed.

The once empty corner of the warehouse was instantly filled to the brim with mountains of ammunition boxes and supplies.

Inside the original system space, the 80 silver dollars earned from the second batch of weapon sales vanished instantly, leaving only empty wooden boxes and red paper used to wrap the silver dollars.

"4 rounds of various types of artillery shells, 60 rounds of 7.92 Mauser rifle bullets and 9mm pistol bullets should be enough for a week, right?"

As he left the warehouse, Lin Feng had someone summon Lin Peiji, the head of logistics.

"Uncle Peiji, I've gotten another batch of ammunition supplies from the warehouse."

Lin Feng pointed behind him:

"Zhang Wenzhong and his men at the front are fighting fiercely, and they are consuming a lot of artillery shells."

"Immediately arrange for laborers and logistics teams to deliver these ammunition to me, even in the rain."

Lin Peiji looked at the endless supply in the warehouse, swallowed hard, and looked troubled.

"Your Excellency, the people have enough resources, but this road... is really too difficult to travel."

After several days of rain, the dirt roads in southern Shandong have all turned into muddy puddles.

Our trucks are stuck and can't get out, and the mule carts can't move either.

"Even if you can't walk, you have to walk."

Lin Feng's tone was resolute:

If the truck can't move, we push it with a wheelbarrow; if the wheelbarrow can't move it, we have someone carry it.

Tell the villagers that as long as they help us transport the shells up there and drive away the Japanese devils, I, Lin Feng, will definitely treat them well.

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away." Lin Peiji gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed into the rain.

After arranging logistics, Lin Feng returned to the command post and immediately issued new combat orders.

"Order the Independent Air Force to immediately increase the number of reconnaissance flights once the rain stops."

Lin Feng pointed to several key points on the map:

"Focus on investigating the movements of the Japanese 10th Division along the Jinpu Railway, especially in the areas of Tengxian and Zouxian."

Also, check Qingcheng Port to the east to see if the Japanese have sent reinforcements from the sea.

The staff officers quickly transcribed the orders.

Lin Feng looked at the 5th Division, which was trapped in the area of ​​Tangtou Town and Baitu Town on the map, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Itagaki Seishiro's escape route has been cut off, so let's surround him, starve him, and slowly wear him down with cannon fire.

In fact, Lin Feng and Commander Li of Xuzhou had already planned a much bigger scheme in their private telegrams.

Their goal was not to wipe out the crippled 5th Division in one fell swoop.

Instead, they planned to use Itagaki Seishiro as bait to launch a classic siege and reinforcement attack.

As long as Itagaki screams loud enough, the North China Area Army will absolutely not sit idly by.

At that time, whether it is Isogai Rensuke on the Jinpu Railway or the main force of the Japanese troops drawn from other places, as long as they dare to leave their fortified positions and march rapidly across the muddy plains to provide relief.

That was the piece of fatty meat in Lin Feng's mouth.

That's why Lin Feng still holds onto his real trump card tightly.

The independent artillery division directly under the corps, equipped with heavy howitzers, remained stationary outside Linyi City.

The remaining tanks and self-propelled artillery of Zhao Dashan's First Honorary Brigade were all hidden in the rear, not exposed to the Japanese.

He was waiting.

The Japanese reinforcements plunged headlong into the ambush he had set up.

Then we'll unleash all our trump cards, giving the Japanese a decisive blow and completely breaking the backbone of their North China Area Army.

"Itagaki, Itagaki, you need to keep calling out, making Hisaichi Uchihara anxious."

Lin Feng picked up the freshly brewed hot tea, blew on the tea leaves, and gazed wistfully at the rain outside the window.

This spring rain in southern Shandong was destined to be stained red with the blood of the Japanese invaders.

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"...My 5th Division is currently surrounded, with enemy forces outnumbering us tenfold and possessing exceptionally fierce firepower..."

Army Minister Sugiyama Gen, Chief of the General Staff Prince Kan'in Kotohito, and other high-ranking Japanese military officials all wore grim faces.

A operations staff officer stood at the end of the long table, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and continued reading the contents of the telegram:

"Our army has run out of ammunition and food, and has reached the final moment of life and death."

Without strong external support, the Steel Army may be utterly defeated in southern Shandong.

We urge headquarters to intervene immediately and send reinforcements to relieve the siege…

After the staff officer finished reading, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This telegram was filled with the blood of tears and the lamentation of anguish.

It was practically a direct telegram plea: "For Emperor Showa's sake, lend a hand to your brother!"

"Baka!"

Sugiyama Gen slammed his hand on the table, causing the water in the teacup to splash out.

"Is this still the Steel Army that was once hailed as the best in the world?"

Is this still the same Seishiro Itagaki who made great contributions in Manchuria?

He was like a spineless coward who got beaten up outside and ran home to cry to his parents.

Sugiyama was so angry that he cursed loudly, feeling that Itagaki had completely disgraced the army.

Reporting directly to headquarters and complaining about their plight was an unprecedented scandal in the history of the Japanese army.

Despite their criticism, these old foxes present all knew that although Itagaki Seishiro was disgraceful, they couldn't leave him unattended.

Prince Kan'in Kotohito sighed and rubbed his throbbing temples:

"Gentlemen, now is not the time to hold Itagaki accountable for overstepping his authority in reporting this matter."

The 5th Division was a Class A standing division of the Empire, the elite of the elite.

If an entire division were wiped out by the Chinese on the battlefield of Daxia.

That would really cause a huge mess.

The generals present nodded in agreement, their faces growing increasingly grim.

If the 5th Division were to be lost, our morale would plummet to rock bottom.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Great Xia army on the other side will be at an all-time high, and may even cause a huge uproar internationally.

Even more critically, this would completely disrupt the strategic plans of the headquarters.

That's right, in the extremely optimistic plan originally laid out by the Japanese headquarters.

At the beginning of 38, they planned to concentrate their forces to capture Pengcheng, completely open up the Jinpu Railway, and connect North China and Central China into one area.

Then, one army advanced from north to south along the railway, while the other army went upstream along the Yangtze River from east to west.

Two armies marched straight to Jiangcheng, the secondary capital of the Great Xia Dynasty.

As long as Jiangcheng is captured, the Great Xia government will inevitably collapse and surrender.

At that time, the Japanese Empire can finish its work, call it a day, and completely end this costly war of aggression.

Just a few days ago, these bigwigs were drinking sake and dreaming about the grand victory parade to be held in Jiangcheng at the end of the year.

However, the optimism that once thrived is now crumbling.

The smiles on the generals' faces vanished.

This is only the beginning of the 38th year, and we have already encountered such a difficult event.

The mighty 5th Division is almost wiped out by Lin Feng, this black dog?

"Immediately send a telegram to General Terauchi Hisaichi, Commander-in-Chief of the North China Area Army."

Prince Kan'in, gritting his teeth, issued a death order:

"Tell him that no matter what method he uses, he must immediately gather all available reinforcements to rescue the 5th Division."

We must never allow the imperial banner to be disgraced in the quagmire of southern Shandong.