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

Soon, the front pages of Daxia's Ta Kung Pao and Shen Bao, as well as top international media outlets such as Reuters, Associated Press, The Times, and Gaulhavas News Agency, were completely dominated by reports on Lin Feng's telegram and that unique press conference.

The editor of The Times of Great Britain clearly grasped the essence of the "shocking style" that would later emerge.

They printed a line of large text on the front page in extremely bold, eye-catching black font:

Shocking! The claim that Japan's "military strategist" committed seppuku is pure fabrication and a prisoner.

The Dagongbao newspaper within Great Xia, on the other hand, focused more on details and national pride, with headlines that were highly ironic:

"General Lin Feng's Transnational Slap: Warrior Xu Fei Recounts the Inextricable Connection Between Stinky Socks and the Japanese General"

Reuters, which has always touted its objectivity and neutrality, has also ruthlessly torn off the fig leaf from the Japanese military.

Their headlines, though not as exaggerated, were extremely damaging:

The lies have been exposed, the evidence is overwhelming, and the Japanese military has become an international laughing stock.

When these newspapers, still smelling of ink, and the contents of urgent telegrams sent back by diplomats from various countries, were placed on the desks of the Japanese headquarters.

The entire Japanese military headquarters experienced an unprecedented magnitude 10 earthquake.

Army Ministry, Minister's Office.

"Bang!"

Army Minister General Sugiyama stared intently at the crystal-clear photograph in the newspaper, feeling a sudden darkness before his eyes and a buzzing in his head.

Although Jun Sakamoto's face was covered in dust in the photo, as a colleague, he could recognize him at a glance; it was definitely not fake.

And the flag of the 21st Infantry Regiment, which served as the backdrop, was irrefutable evidence, like a thorn piercing his eyes.

Sugiyama Genki was so angry that his whole body was trembling violently, and even his teeth were chattering.

He felt his blood pressure spike instantly, heading straight for 250.

At this moment, the Japanese army's international image was that of a complete idiot, being humiliated as if they were fools.

Sugiyama Gen let out a beast-like roar, and with a sudden burst of strength, he overturned the extremely heavy mahogany desk in front of him.

"Splash—"

The precious Kuko ware teacup shattered, and confidential documents were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes.

Sugiyama Gen clutched his chest, panting heavily.

He felt his heart pounding harder and harder, as if it were about to jump out of his throat, and the veins on both sides of his temples bulged and throbbed.

bang.

He's gone.

"Your Excellency, Lord Sugiyama."

The adjutant beside him was terrified and rushed forward to support the swaying Minister of War, shouting in panic:

"Quick! Call the medic! Get some nitroglycerin!"

It's not just high-rise buildings that are breached.

On the streets of Japan's homeland, there were Japanese fanatics who had just held a grand parade and shouted "Long live Sakamoto, the war god!" a few days earlier.

Looking at the photos and reports sent back by foreign media, everyone felt as if they had suddenly eaten a big mouthful of hot excrement.

I feel so nauseous I want to vomit, but I can't.

Faith has completely collapsed.

A dignified major general of the empire did not commit seppuku like a samurai.

They even stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth and caught him alive?

He's still in a Chinese prison, eating white flour buns, and his emotions are stable?!

This is like rubbing the faces of all the Yamato people back and forth in a latrine.

Many fanatical young officers could not bear this humiliation and drew their swords in the street, wailing and committing seppuku, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

What made the Japanese high command feel even more humiliated was the ridicule from the international community.

That evening, at a private cocktail party in Tokyo's embassy district.

Military attachés from Western powers stationed in Tokyo have made this the biggest joke of the year.

"Gentlemen, is this the Japanese army that claims it can destroy Great Xia in three months?"

Colonel Müller, the military attaché from Hans, held a glass of scarlet wine, his eyes revealing undisguised mockery and contempt:

"It seems their general prefers the white steamed buns of Great Xia and the soldiers' smelly socks."

Instead of their prized samurai daggers.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The reception hall erupted in unrestrained laughter.

Several passing Japanese liaison officers heard these grating laughs and their faces instantly turned a deep shade of liver.

They clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their flesh, as if they wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

A humiliating disgrace.

This is an unprecedented humiliation since the founding of the Japanese Empire's army.

Late that night, Sugiyama Gen, who had just been given emergency treatment for half an hour and whose life had been saved, was urgently summoned to the Imperial Palace.

A few hours later, a death order filled with boundless rage and murderous intent was sent directly from headquarters to Terauchi Hisaichi, commander of the North China Area Army.

"At all costs, mobilize all available air force and heavy artillery."

"Lin Feng's 33rd Army Corps must be completely wiped off the map."

"We must blow up the place where Sakamoto Jun is being held."

"Sakamoto Jun, you absolutely cannot reach the rear of Daxia alive."

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Let's rewind to an earlier time.

After learning that the situation at the Fifth War Zone was very good, before Lin Feng could even escort the captured Japanese Major General Sakamoto Jun to the rear...

The supreme commander, who was far away in Jiangcheng, could not contain his excitement and personally flew to the front line in Pengcheng by special plane to supervise the battle.

This time, he brought not only a large group of senior staff members, but also his deputy chief of staff, Bai, who is known as "Little Zhuge Liang".

The plan was to have him work with his old partner, Commander Li, to jointly command this unprecedented Battle of Pengcheng.

Inside the Fifth War Zone Command Headquarters.

An elderly man dressed in the uniform of a top-ranking general from the Republic of China era stood in front of a huge sand table, exuding a powerful aura, and everyone looked at him respectfully.

When he saw the small flags representing the Japanese 5th Division, tightly surrounded in the area of ​​Tangtou Town and Baitou Town, his eyes lit up.

"Good job! Well done!"

The old man picked up his baton and tapped it heavily on the sand table several times:

"Now that Baitu Town has been captured by Lin Feng, Itagaki Seishiro's retreat route has been completely cut off."

Why not attack when such a good opportunity exists?

Why not immediately send troops to support Lin Feng and annihilate the 5th Division in one fell swoop?!

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his baton in the air:

"We must use a resounding and overwhelming victory to boost the morale of the entire nation's military and civilians in the fight against the Japanese invasion."

We must show the world that our Great Xia army is capable of annihilating entire Japanese Class A divisions.

There was nothing he could do; he was suffering inside.

The capital, Nanjing, was lost, as was Sun Yat-sen's mausoleum, and most of North and East China fell to the enemy.

The White Party leadership desperately needs a landslide victory to maintain the legitimacy of their regime and silence criticism both domestically and internationally.

Simply capturing a regimental flag and taking a Japanese major general prisoner was far from enough to satisfy him.

What he wanted was Itagaki Seishiro's head, and the complete annihilation of the 5th Division.

Commander Li and Deputy Chief of Staff Bai, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance, both secretly lamenting their predicament.

Well, it seems this person is eager to try their luck again and wants to personally take control of the situation.

Difficult.

Commander Li had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, speaking respectfully:

That's right.

Commander Lin had previously sent a telegram indicating that the fighting at the front was intense and that he was moving his forward command post.

Therefore, the headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps is currently maintaining radio silence.

We can't get in touch with him either.

"Nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, the old man flew into a rage, pounding his baton against the sand table with a resounding clang.

"The opportunity to fight is fleeting, so why would we need to implement radio silence at this critical juncture?"

Does Lin Feng still care about the General Headquarters?

Am I even left?!

Commander Li rolled his eyes inwardly, his face full of question marks.

Lin Feng was fighting on the front lines, who knew that you would suddenly take a plane and come to Pengcheng?

The old man turned around angrily and shouted at the attendant behind him:

"Get the plane ready immediately."

I want to write a warrant myself.

Send the fastest plane to the front line and airdrop my order to Lin Feng.

He was ordered to launch an immediate general offensive against the 5th Division, at all costs.