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

After explaining the situation, Lin Feng looked up and found that Zhao Yushu was still standing there without moving.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked with some confusion:

"Is there anything else?"

Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he had been holding these words in for a long time:

"Cousin, what you just said to Sakamoto Jun was truly inspiring."

The brothers were all thrilled when they heard this.

But... can our Great Xia really win?

Zhao Yushu sighed, his tone revealing a sense of bewilderment common among soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty in this era:

"The Japanese have far too many planes and artillery, and their industry is far superior to ours."

With you, my cousin, in our legion, our equipment is indeed good, but overall, the industrial capacity of our Great Xia is still inferior to that of the Japanese.

Can 400 million compatriots united as one really drive them into the sea?

Lin Feng put down his teacup, looked at Zhao Yushu's worried face, and smiled faintly.

"Yu Shu, remember this."

It was a rare opportunity to chat with someone close to him, so Lin Feng stood up and adopted the "Secretary Yu Liang's lecturing face."

Combining the development before his time travel with the current situation, he slowly began to speak:

"This is just like the last world war."

What our Great Xia is fighting against the Japanese now is not a battle over the gain or loss of a single city or territory, but a national war, a total war.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at Zhao Yushu with an extremely grand gaze, as if he could see through the mists of history:

"From a subjective point of view, as long as our Great Xia army and people are united as one."

They carried out sabotage in the occupied areas to prevent the Japanese from successfully plundering food and minerals from the occupied territories.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, like we are now, we are constantly depleting their troops.

Japan is just a small island nation with extremely limited resources.

The longer this war against aggression continues, the more money and resources the Japanese will lose; sooner or later, they will bleed themselves dry.

Zhao Yushu listened in a daze, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Objectively speaking."

Lin Feng sneered and continued his analysis:

"No matter how powerful the Japanese navy's combined fleet is, their warships can't sail ashore to fight infantry."

Since the start of the war, their army has spent money like water, but the actual economic benefits they have gained are pitifully small.

The Japanese navy would certainly be unhappy, and its gambler-like leadership would inevitably lean towards military speculation.

In their quest for more territory and resources, they will inevitably set their sights on Southeast Asia and the Pacific.

Lin Feng pointed his finger to the depths of the ocean on the map:

"At that time, they will most likely anger the Western powers such as the White Eagle and John, forcing the powers to intervene personally."

Once the White Eagle cuts off the Japanese army's lifeline of steel and oil.

The Japanese war machine will become a pile of scrap metal, growing weaker and weaker.

"Of course."

Lin Feng patted Zhao Yushu on the shoulder, his tone extremely firm:

"Even if we take a step back and assume that the Western powers don't get involved..."

As long as we don't have internal conflicts and don't act as traitors.

With the vast strategic depth of our Great Xia, we can wear these little dwarfs down just by stalling them!

Zhao Yushu felt a sudden "boom" in his mind, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through, and all his confusion and fear vanished in an instant.

"Cousin, I understand."

Zhao Yushu was so excited that his face turned red, and he suddenly stood at attention and saluted:

"Our Great Xia will surely prevail."

After saying that, Zhao Yushu turned around and ran out of the command post excitedly, his steps becoming extremely light.

Lin Feng watched his cousin's retreating figure, then shook his head with a smile.

He was unaware that he had simply given a casual strategic analysis using historical logic.

But Zhao Yushu treasured it as if it were a priceless gem.

The deputy director of the political department of the corps, who was in charge of propaganda, had already made up his mind.

You must write down every single word of the strategic theories of total war and war of attrition that Lin Feng just talked about, as well as those extremely inspiring words he said to Sakamoto Jun in the detention center.

He planned to compile the information into a book overnight and distribute it to the entire army.

Extensive propaganda should be carried out throughout the entire 33rd Army Corps to thoroughly arm the entire army ideologically and boost morale.

After seeing Zhao Yushu off, Lin Feng stretched lazily.

The capture of a regimental flag and the live capture of a Japanese major general were certainly cause for celebration.

But for Lin Feng, this was just an appetizer.

The real main course was to inflict even more casualties on the Japanese North China Area Army.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to fully demonstrate the might of the 33rd Army Corps and lay an absolute advantage for the subsequent full-scale counterattack on the entire Shandong Province.

Lin Feng walked to his desk and grabbed the crank-operated telephone.

"Feed?"

Have the reconnaissance photos taken by the Independent Air Force this morning been developed yet?

How have the staff made their assessment?

"Okay, bring it to command post immediately."

Not long after I hung up the phone, an operations staff officer rushed in carrying a brown paper bag.

"Your Excellency, latest intelligence."

The staff officer laid out several black-and-white photographs, still smelling of developing solution, along the edge of the huge sand table:

"The Japanese have moved."

Lin Feng picked up a magnifying glass and examined the photo closely.

"In the direction of Qingcheng Port?"

The staff officer nodded.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh:

"A force of about a regiment has emerged. Are they trying to open a supply route to the 5th Division from the northeast?"

The photo shows a densely packed line of Japanese infantry marching along a highway.

"Hmph, an infantry regiment without even a decent amount of heavy firepower, yet dares to swagger out like this?"

Lin Feng tossed the magnifying glass onto the table, his tone full of disdain:

"These little dwarfs are underestimating me, Lin Feng, too much!"

Or was it that Itagaki Seishiro's desperate cries for help in the telegram drove the defenders of Qingcheng Port to madness?

"Your Excellency, there is also the west."

The staff officer pointed to the Jinpu Railway line on the other side of the sand table:

"The main Japanese force on the Jinpu Railway has also moved."

The 10th Division has detached a portion of its forces, along with an independent mixed brigade, and is attempting to outflank us to the east, possibly to cut off our rear.

Lin Feng followed the staff officer's finger and looked across the map.

The actual transportation route from Tengxian to Linyi forms a giant "V" shape.

And at the bottom of this "V" is the famous Taierzhuang.

Right now, the Japanese haven't even reached the edge of Taierzhuang.

If they wanted to directly reinforce Linyi, they would have to travel from west to east, traversing vast stretches of wilderness.

The most critical issue is that between these two places lies the entire rolling, complex mountainous region of Baodugu.

"Trying to hike through the Baodugu mountain area? Do they really think it's their backyard?"

Lin Feng picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of strong tea.

Then, he grabbed a handful of fresh winter dates from the fruit plate next to him, which were given to him by the local villagers, and popped them into his mouth.

"Click, click."

The dates were sweet and juicy. Lin Feng chewed them while keeping his eyes glued to the map, his brain working at lightning speed.

"The west is not a concern."

Lin Feng swallowed the jujube flesh and decisively made his judgment:

"The terrain of Baodugu made it impossible for the Japanese tanks and heavy artillery to deploy."

Thus, one regiment was drawn from each of the 1st Independent Division and the 112th Division.

Then give a message to Commander Pang Bingxun and ask him to send some Northwest Army troops to cooperate.

"As long as we control a few key mountain passes, we can keep this group of Japanese soldiers firmly in the mountains, feeding mosquitoes."

Having resolved the troubles in the west, Lin Feng's gaze returned to the direction of Qingcheng Port in the east.

Qingcheng Port is now empty, and the opportunity for war has become fully apparent.