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

Night was falling.

The intense gunfire and explosions in Qingchenggang city gradually subsided.

Lin Feng's forward command post had now moved directly to a safe area on the edge of the city.

With the Qingcheng Port Governor's Mansion, this magnificent building, which once symbolized the absolute power of the Hans and the Japanese colonists, was completely occupied.

The organized resistance of the Japanese garrison within the city has been largely wiped out.

Currently, only a very small number of scattered Japanese soldiers remain, hiding in sewers or ruins to put up a stubborn resistance. What awaits them is the merciless house-to-house mopping-up operation by Lin Feng's infantry.

Inside the command tent, the gas lamps illuminated the huge military map.

Lin Feng braced his hands on the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping over the map of Qingcheng Port inch by inch.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Forty-eight hours.

It only took 48 hours!

Qingchenggang is a modern coastal city with a complete light and heavy industrial base, the Sifang Locomotive Factory, and a natural deep-water harbor.

Finally, it fell completely into his hands.

"Prepare for the entry ceremony into the city early tomorrow morning."

Lin Feng straightened up and turned to look at the people around him:

"At the same time, it is also the ceremony for the restoration of Qingcheng Port."

I will officially take control of Qingcheng Port and send a telegram to the whole country announcing the victory.

Lin Feng secretly made plans in his mind.

Previously on the battlefield in Linyi, he annihilated the Japanese 102nd Regiment, captured the regimental flag, and even captured a Japanese major general alive.

In order to suppress him, the person in Jiangcheng deliberately withheld substantial troop and defense zone rewards.

He was given only the title of "Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth War Zone," which sounded prestigious but actually held no real power.

In addition, he was given the honorary title of "Commander-in-Chief of the Guerrilla Forces in the Soviet-Shandong War Zone".

That person thought that this would allow them to keep Lin Feng out of the loop and treat him like a clay idol.

But who could have imagined that at this moment, this seemingly insignificant title would become Lin Feng's biggest trump card?

It should be noted that Old Han of the Northwest Army was executed for fleeing without a fight.

Throughout Shandong Province, including the prosperous Jiaodong Peninsula, the White Party forces were leaderless and completely plunged into a power vacuum.

Now, Lin Feng holds the letter of appointment as deputy commander of the war zone in his hand.

He led his troops to capture Qingcheng Port, took over Shandong Province, and was in charge of the defense and administration of this newly liberated metropolis. It was all perfectly legitimate, and no one could find fault with it.

After all, he was the deputy commander of the war zone and the commander-in-chief of the guerrilla forces.

Now that most of Jiaodong has fallen, it is his duty to lead troops to recover the lost territory.

Even if Jiang Cheng's heart was bleeding, he would never dare to defy the world.

At a critical juncture when Lin Feng had just liberated major cities and the people and soldiers across the country were overjoyed, he was stripped of his position as deputy commander of the war zone.

They dared not forcibly appoint someone else to act as the head of the bamboo mat department in Shandong Province.

With Qingcheng Port as a lucrative base,

Lin Feng's 33rd Army Corps is about to experience another true and transformative leap forward.

"The next strategic deployment will be divided into two groups."

Lin Feng picked up a red and blue pencil and drew two thick arrows on the map:

"The first route is to send out a detachment."

They advanced eastward along the coastline, aiming to capture Weihaiwei, Dengzhou, and Laizhou.

Those places were basically no longer defended by regular Japanese troops; only a few traitors and their puppet regimes remained, barely clinging to life.

"I will completely liberate the entire Jiaodong Peninsula within half a month."

Lin Feng's pencil marks heavily on the south side of the map:

"The second route, after the main force of the legion rested and regrouped, headed south again."

In coordination with friendly forces in the Fifth War Zone, strive to eliminate the remnants of the 5th Division surrounded in Tangtou Town.

At this point, Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

These past few days, Old Tang, who was so eager to steal the credit and rea the benefits, has had the worst luck imaginable.

Although Itagaki Seishiro was crippled by Lin Feng, he still had more than a dozen 150mm heavy howitzers in his hands.

As soon as Lao Tang's 20th Army Corps got close, it was met with a desperate counterattack from the Japanese, who were cornered and suffered heavy casualties.

In the telegram for help that Lao Tang sent to Lin Feng, the way he addressed him changed from "Commander Lin" at the beginning to the affectionate "My brother".

Just as Lin Feng was planning his next move.

"Tap tap tap—"

A series of rapid footsteps of military boots sounded outside the tent.

The curtain was suddenly flung open.

Zhao Yushu, holding a telegram in his hand, walked quickly to Lin Feng with a livid face.

"Cousin, something's happened."

Zhao Yushu was panting heavily, his voice urgent:

"This is an urgent telegram just sent by Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone, using the highest level of secrecy."

Lin Feng frowned slightly and put down the pencil in his hand: "Read it."

"Based on intelligence transmitted at great risk by agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau who had infiltrated Shanghai."

Zhao Yushu swallowed hard and read aloud quickly:

"The Japanese Third Fleet, stationed on the Huangpu River, set sail overnight a day ago."

The core of the fleet includes the armored cruiser Izumo, as well as several heavy cruisers of 10,000 tons each, such as Ashigara and Nachi.

It is supported by multiple destroyers, forming a large artillery formation.

It appears to have already headed north at full speed, most likely with Qingcheng Port as its destination.

Zhao Yushu raised her head, looked at Lin Feng, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes:

"Commander Li issued a stern warning in the telegram."

The Battle of Qingcheng Port must end as soon as possible, and the troops must immediately switch to an anti-aircraft and anti-artillery concealment state.

Otherwise, our 33rd Army Corps might very well end up like the Central Army during the Battle of Shanghai.

The city was directly bombarded by the terrifying large-caliber guns of the Japanese fleet, causing devastating casualties.

Upon hearing this news, the staff officers around the tent immediately fell silent.

The 203mm twin-mounted main guns on the heavy cruiser.

That's far superior to the army's small 105mm or even 150mm water pipes.

A single high-explosive shell, over 200 millimeters in diameter, can instantly reduce a sturdy three-story building to rubble.

If the Japanese were to bombard Qingcheng Port right along the coastline, it would quickly become a living hell.

Lin Feng reached out, took the telegram, and quickly glanced at it.

"The Japanese navy arrived really quickly."

Lin Feng showed no sign of panic; instead, he sneered.

"If you can't win on land, you want to bomb me with naval guns?"

"I want to see whether your warship decks are tougher, or my Stuka aerial bombs are tougher."

On the morning of the third day after launching the general offensive, Lin Feng held a grand entry ceremony in Qingcheng Port.

He selected one main force battalion each from the 112th Division and the newly formed 16th Division, dressed them in brand-new uniforms, and had them march into the city in neat infantry formations.

The main road in Qingcheng Port was packed with people who had spontaneously taken to the streets.

The people waved flags and cheered deafeningly.

To prevent assassination attempts by Japanese spies lurking among the crowd, Lin Feng, valuing his life highly, did not choose to appear on a tall horse.

As a convoy of trucks carrying 105mm howitzers and rows of camouflaged 38(t) light tanks rumbled past on the road into the city.

The cheers from the crowd instantly reached their peak.