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

Jun Sakamoto became increasingly excited as he spoke, as if trying to bolster his courage:

"Look at history."

In the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, our Imperial Navy annihilated your proud Beiyang Fleet.

In 31, we occupied Fengtian in just a few days and your entire Northeast in a few months.

In the Battle of Shanghai, you mobilized over a million elite troops, yet you were still routed by our Imperial Army.

Next, you even lost the capital.

"The Empire is invincible; your Great Xia is doomed!"

These words instantly chilled the atmosphere in the room.

Zhao Yushu and several staff officers looked rather grim, even somewhat disappointed.

Because what that old Japanese devil said was true.

For decades, the Great Xia Dynasty had indeed suffered more defeats than victories in its struggle against the Japanese invaders, resulting in the loss of sovereignty and national humiliation.

The sense of inferiority stemming from poverty and weakness weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a boulder.

Junichiro Sakamoto got even more excited when he saw this:

"At that time, your land will be ours, and your culture will be ours."

You Chinese are all slaves of our Yamato people, destined to be our beasts of burden for generations to come…

"Slap, slap!"

Two big slaps, the kind of slaps Japanese devils love to deliver, silenced Sakamoto Jun's remaining words.

Shaking his aching hand, Lin Feng spoke coldly.

He looked down at the old Japanese soldier, his eyes devoid of anger, only filled with a coldness as if he were looking at a dead man.

"The First Sino-Japanese War? Northeast China? Shanghai?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

His next words, though spoken softly, sent a jolt through everyone around him:

"Sakamoto Jun, you seem to have misunderstood something."

What you won in the Jiawu year was nothing more than a rotten and corrupt Qing Dynasty that only knew how to enslave its own people.

That doesn't represent the true Great Xia at all.

Lin Feng suddenly leaned forward, staring intently into Sakamoto Jun's eyes:

"Do you think that by occupying a few cities and winning a few battles you can conquer this land?"

madness!

Your invasion has not only failed to defeat us, but has also awakened a dragon that has slumbered for centuries.

"Look at the battlefield outside."

Lin Feng pointed out the window towards the direction of the booming artillery fire:

"In the past, we might have been a disorganized bunch."

But now, 400 million compatriots have been fully awakened and are tightly united.

We have countless soldiers like those outside who are not afraid to die, and countless civilians who are willing to push carts to deliver artillery shells to the front lines.

Even if it means shedding the last drop of blood, even if it means fighting to the last man.

We will also drive every single one of you arrogant Japanese pirates back into the sea!

Sakamoto was stunned by the terrifying aura emanating from Lin Feng.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He saw something in the eyes of this young general that he had never seen in the people of Daxia before.

That was absolute confidence and an unwavering belief in victory.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die."

Lin Feng straightened up, too lazy to waste any more words on this dying man, and strode out of the room.

As Zhao Yushu and the others watched Lin Feng's retreating figure, they felt a surge of excitement in their chests, and their earlier disappointment vanished completely.

Yes, the dragon has awakened; how can the Japanese pirates run rampant now?

Back to the legion headquarters.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the room, his gaze fell on the wall directly opposite the door.

There, a Japanese Rising Sun Flag with purple tassels was neatly framed in a huge glass frame and hung high.

The words "21st Infantry Regiment" in large characters on the lower right corner of the flag were particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

Looking at the regimental flag, Lin Feng felt incredibly proud.

Back in the Battle of Shanghai, the Battle of Qibao Town.

He and his brothers fought desperately and captured the regimental flag of the Japanese 149th Regiment.

But at that time he was just a small security brigade commander, with no power or influence.

In order to preserve the unit's organizational structure and gain more benefits, they had no choice but to hand over that extremely precious regimental flag to the army group headquarters.

That incident had always left him feeling somewhat aggrieved.

But it's different now.

Lin Feng is now the commander-in-chief of the 33rd Army Corps, which commands a large army.

Who dares to claim this regimental flag of the 21st Regiment? And who can take it away?

Naturally, it was prominently displayed in his command post as the most dazzling trophy of war.

"The form, the clear telegram announcing the victory to the whole country, has been prepared."

Zhao Yushu walked over with a telegram in his hand, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"We captured the Japanese regimental flag and also captured the Japanese brigade commander, a major general."

This is an unprecedented and glorious victory for our Great Xia army since the start of the war.

Lin Feng took the telegram, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

He could already foresee the huge sensation this telegram in plain text would cause across the country once it was sent.

At that time, the whole country will be in an uproar, with firecrackers going off everywhere.

It can greatly boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians across the country in their fight against the Japanese invasion.

More importantly, it can serve as a strong warning to those two-faced traitors and collaborators hiding in the shadows who want to surrender to the Japanese.

Let them see what they are, following the Japanese and even a major general can be taken prisoner.

At the same time, it is also a shot in the arm for friendly forces in various war zones who are fighting hard against the Japanese.

"Send it out, let the whole country be happy." Lin Feng waved his hand.

Zhao Yushu agreed, but didn't immediately send the message. Instead, he leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying:

"Cousin, once this telegram is sent, the Jiangcheng Command will definitely take action immediately."

I reckon that person will definitely order us to escort Sakamoto Jun back to the rear.

They're definitely going to hold a grand prisoner-of-war ceremony in Jiangcheng, parading this old Japanese devil through the streets to boost morale and, incidentally, to bask in their own glory.

Lin Feng nodded and sneered:

"This is their usual style, political showmanship, I understand."

"We can't just hand them over for nothing."

Zhao Yushu grew anxious and quickly advised:

"This is a big fish that our brothers risked their lives to get."

Jiangcheng can take people, but they have to pay real money in exchange.

Our legion has expanded so much now, with military pay, organization, and logistical support, what aspect of it doesn't require the approval of the Jiangcheng Military and Political Department?

We need to detain this old Japanese devil and negotiate some terms with them.

"Of course."

Lin Feng patted Zhao Yushu on the shoulder, revealing a sly smile:

"When have I, your cousin, ever made a losing deal?"

Trying to get something for nothing? No way.

Go and send an extra telegram to Jiangcheng.

They said the prisoner was seriously injured and was being treated, so it was not advisable for him to travel long distances for the time being.

As for when Sakamoto Jun's injury will heal?

Then it depends on their sincerity...