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

"Could it be that the Fifth War Zone is making a desperate gamble, putting all its resources into a counterattack?"

Kuwahara Aone paced anxiously back and forth in his office:

"Aren't the 10th Division and other units of the Army launching a fierce attack on the Jinpu Railway?"

Is that old fox Li Delin not afraid that the 10th Division will break through the defense line in one go and directly occupy Pengcheng?

Or is this guy insane, trying to trade Pengcheng for Qingcheng Port?!

Lieutenant General Kuwahara Aone was genuinely bewildered, unaware of the "base-trading tactic" popular in 21st-century esports.

He was a proper vice admiral who studied warships, heavy artillery, and fleet battles at the academy.

He has absolutely no idea how to conduct combined arms warfare on land or how to conduct urban warfare.

The problem is, he's now the highest-ranking official in Qingcheng Port.

In order to seize territory, the Navy had previously tightly controlled the puppet regime of the city government through the Navy's Qingcheng Port Special Intelligence Department and the Xingya Institute's Qingcheng Port Branch Office.

He felt incredibly satisfied when he monopolized the profits of Qingcheng Port and forbade the army idiots from getting involved.

Now that a large army is pressing in, how tragic his situation must be.

If Qingcheng Port were to fall under the command of a naval vice admiral...

The blame for the loss of cities and territories should not fall on the army; it should all be placed on his head.

At that point, let alone commit seppuku, even his ashes won't be able to be placed in the sanctuary.

"We must immediately mobilize troops and set up defenses."

Kuwahara Aone suddenly stopped and roared like a gambler who had lost everything.

He didn't know how to fight in urban warfare, but he was certain that the more soldiers he had, the better.

"Send an urgent telegram to General Headquarters and the Admiralty immediately!"

Kuwahara Aone pointed at the staff major's nose, spitting everywhere:

"Please request that they coordinate transportation capacity immediately."

Urgent shipments were sent from Yantai Port, Weihaiwei Port, Tanggu Port, Lushun Port, and even Shanghai.

"Bring me all the Marines that can be mobilized by sea."

The staff major looked troubled, but steeled himself and reminded him:

"Commander, urgently requisition ships and assemble troops for sea transport."

Even if everything goes smoothly, it will take the troops from the nearest port, Yantai, three to five days to arrive.

Lin Feng's armored forces will probably be at the city gates in two days, or even one day.

"Then do everything you can to hold them off for three days."

Kuwahara Aone gritted his teeth and issued a series of frantic orders:

"Order the army company that remained behind to immediately go out into the streets and forcibly conscript Chinese citizens."

Drive them out of the city to dig anti-tank trenches.

Kuwahara Seine wasn't stupid; at least he knew that against Lin Feng's superior tank force, he needed to dig deep trenches and lay mines.

"Move all the landmines out of the armory and lay them at all the main intersections."

Furthermore, immediately gather all Yamato residents, ronin, and trading company members within the city.

Organize them into a volunteer army and open the armory to distribute weapons.

Tell them that for His Majesty the Emperor, they are prepared to fight to the death in the streets.

The staff major quickly pulled out his notebook and began taking notes rapidly.

"at last……"

Kuwahara Aone's expression changed. Although he felt extremely humiliated, he still managed to speak with difficulty:

"Send a telegram to General Terauchi Hisaichi, commander of the North China Area Army in Beiping, requesting assistance."

He was urged to make sure that the Independent Mixed Brigade 5 speeds up.

Qingcheng Port is on the verge of collapse!

Just when the Japanese naval headquarters was in complete chaos.

The traitors in Qingcheng Port are also putting on a series of disgusting and ugly acts.

Inside a luxurious German-style villa in Shinan District.

Zhao Jinrong, the fake mayor of Qingchenggang, and Sun Yaozu, the fake police chief, were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

The night before, the two men were at a party hosted by Japanese expatriates, singing hymns to the Japanese soldiers while holding champagne and shouting "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere".

As a result, by noon today, the rumor had spread throughout the entire city.

Lin Feng, the ruthless killer known as the Black Tengu, led his army to attack.

Moreover, the Japanese devils are now frantically conscripting men to build fortifications all over the streets, and even the overseas Chinese have been given guns.

This display of force completely terrified those two spineless individuals.

"These short, ugly Japanese bastards are so damn unreliable."

As the puppet mayor Zhao Jinrong directed his servants to stuff gold bars and silver dollars into his suitcase, he cursed loudly:

"I'm still waiting to follow them around, eating and drinking well, enjoying all the riches and glory!"

"We've only had a few days of peace, how come they've come knocking on our door?"

"Mayor, cursing won't do any good now, let's run!"

The fake police chief, Sun Yaozu, was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"I heard that Lin Feng, that evil star, once built a mound of Japanese heads when he was in Zhabei."

If he gets into the city, we traitors will definitely be burned alive.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?!"

Zhao Jinrong plopped down on the leather suitcase full of gold bars, tears welling up in his eyes.

"The sea has been blockaded by the Japanese, and I heard that the railway in the north has also been bombed."

We're like fish in a barrel now.

Compared to these two terrified idiots.

Wang Shihe, the deputy director of the fake police station, was much more cunning.

At this moment, Wang Shihe was hiding in the basement of his house.

Sweating profusely, he opened a dusty, tattered wooden box and carefully pulled out a neatly folded flag of the Republic of China (Taiwan).

"Hehe, the camp remains, but the soldiers come and go."

Wang Shihe patted the dust off the flag, a sly, slick smile playing on his lips.

He was a complete spineless coward and a sophisticated egoist.

In his view, who doesn't surrender and who doesn't surrender?

When the Japanese officer arrived, he followed him and helped him maintain order and exploit the people.

Now, the famous fox of Zhabei, Lin Feng, is coming.

Why doesn't he just find a new master and follow Lin Feng?

"Even if Lin Feng is a great fighter, can his soldiers really manage the hundreds of thousands of people in Qingcheng Port?"

As Wang Shihe tucked the flag into his pocket, he secretly began to make his own plans:

"In the end, won't it still be up to us locals who know the local bullies to maintain order?"

In the end, everyone sat in a row and shared the fruit.

As long as I surrender willingly and hand over the city's defense map.

Would Lin Feng really kill me for the sake of a few peasants?

Thinking of this, Wang Shihe immediately summoned one of his most trusted subordinates.

"You, change into civilian clothes and take this flag with you."

Wang Shihe lowered his voice and stuffed a small yellow croaker into his subordinate's hand:

"Find a way to secretly leave the city and contact Lin Feng's advance troops."

Take me, Wang Shihe, for example. I am willing to abandon the darkness and embrace the light, and become an inside agent for the National Army within the city.

"After it's done, I'll give you a bigger one! Go now!"