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

Qingcheng Port, Guantao Road.

This street, which is only a little over a thousand meters long, is lined with dozens of Western-style buildings of various shapes on both sides.

This is the financial center of Qingchenggang, and is known by locals as the Wall Street of Qingchenggang.

In the prime location of this street stands a massive, sturdy building constructed of enormous granite.

Six massive Ionic columns support the tall portico, with intricate cherry blossom patterns carved on the lintel.

This is the heart of the Japanese invaders' rampant economic plunder in North China—the Yokohama Specie Bank Aoshima Port Branch.

At this moment, this financial fortress, which was usually high above and once so prestigious that even the military and police of the Great Xia Dynasty dared not approach it, was now completely surrounded.

Zhao Dashan led a team of fully armed elite infantrymen to block every exit of the bank building.

Two Sd.Kfz.251 half-track armored vehicles drove directly onto the sidewalk.

The MG34 machine gun at the front of the car, with its long ammunition belt trailing behind it, pressed its dark muzzle directly against the bank's mahogany door covered in copper.

Further away, several 38t light tanks were parked there, their guns pointed directly at the bank.

They seemed ready to bombard the Japanese bank at the slightest provocation.

"Clang!"

Several fierce soldiers swung sledgehammers, smashed open the door, and rushed into the spacious business hall.

"Your Excellency, everyone inside has been brought under control."

Zhao Dashan strode to an armored command vehicle parked by the roadside and reported loudly:

"But the door to the underground vault was locked."

I sent someone to check it out; it was a solid steel gate, half a meter thick, connected to a complex mechanical lock.

The Japanese bank manager and a few of his cronies hid inside and refused to open the door. I could smell the smoke from burning paper money inside even from outside.

"Those sons of bitches are definitely burning account books in there."

The car door opened, and Lin Feng stepped out, wearing a military overcoat and military boots.

He looked up at the sturdy building and sneered.

The Japanese Third Fleet is about to besiege the city.

He urgently needs this huge sum of money; time is of the essence. He has no time to waste here with a few Japanese bankers.

"Not opening the door?"

Lin Feng waved his hand:

"Sappers, load the explosives. Blow that broken door up!"

"Yes."

Several combat engineers immediately grabbed explosives and rushed into the bank lobby.

Just as the engineers were attaching clumps of explosives, resembling putty, to the load-bearing hinges of the vault door, preparing to insert detonators...

"squeak--!"

Several screeching brakes echoed on Guantao Road.

Three black Ford sedans, adorned with foreign flags, ignored the soldiers' attempts to stop them and drove straight into the bank entrance.

The car door opened.

Hiroshi Oshima, the Japanese consul general in Qingchenggang, dressed in a sharp black tailcoat, stormed out of the car in a fit of rage.

Following behind him were two blond, blue-eyed foreigners.

One was Sir George, Consul John, who was carrying a walking stick and wearing a top hat.

The other was Smith, the tall, well-dressed consul from the White Eagle.

These two were clearly talismans that Hiroshi Oshima had dragged along to bolster his image when he was desperate.

"Stop! Cease your robbery immediately!"

Hiroshi Oshima, holding a document stamped with the bank's official seal, stood directly in front of the bank entrance, yelling at Lin Feng:

"General Lin."

This is the Yokohama Specie Bank, a private property of the Japanese Empire.

You have no right to confiscate anything here.

Sir George, the Consul next to him, stepped forward and tapped the ground with his walking stick.

He slightly raised his chin and chimed in with an arrogant, condescending tone:

"General Lin, please be aware of the rules of the civilized world."

Protecting the private property of foreign nationals is an international practice.

Your decision to allow your soldiers to rob a bank will cause an extremely serious diplomatic dispute.

The British Empire will not stand idly by and tolerate such barbaric acts.

Although Consul Smith of the White Eagle did not speak, he crossed his arms and looked coldly at Lin Feng, his attitude self-evident.

The two men wore an arrogance that ran deep in their bones, a arrogance belonging to the Western powers.

In their eyes, all the warlords of the Great Xia Dynasty were cut from the same mold.

Whether it was General Zhang who entered the pass twice before, or Lao Han who was just executed.

These warlords usually act arrogantly and domineeringly at home, but once they see foreigners and hear the words "friendly nations are astonished" and "diplomatic protests," they become ruthless.

They would immediately be so frightened that their legs would go weak, fearing that they would attract the powerful ships and cannons of the great powers.

Lin Feng looked at the three clowns blocking his way and laughed in anger.

"The rules of the civilized world?"

Lin Feng stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping over the three of them:

"It is only right and proper to confiscate the property of enemy countries during wartime."

This money was the blood and sweat that the Japanese devils plundered from the people of our Great Xia.

"I'm taking it back now to fund the military, who dares to say a word against it?"

Upon hearing the words "enemy country," Hiroshi Oshima showed no fear. Instead, he shouted triumphantly as if he had seized some kind of leverage.

"An enemy country?"

General Lin, do you even understand international law?

Hiroshi Oshima waved the documents in his hand, his voice sharp and piercing:

"Since July 7, 1937, your government has never declared war or severed diplomatic relations!"

On August 14th of last year, your so-called "Declaration of Self-Defense and Resistance" was never delivered to our government.

Neither country has ever formally declared a state of war to the international community.

Hiroshi Oshima became increasingly smug as he spoke, even taking a step closer:

"Under international law, the Japanese Empire and the Republic of China have not yet formally declared war."

We are not belligerent nations.

This place is not enemy territory either.

Your confiscation of our property is pure armed robbery, an act of banditry!

Hearing this extremely absurd yet perfectly consistent with the Nationalist government's policy of weakness at the time...

The soldiers of the Great Xia around him gripped their guns tightly, trembling with anger, yet they didn't know how to refute him.

The Nationalist government dared not declare war in order to secure foreign aid; the Japanese, in order to evade the Neutrality Act, also did not declare war.

Is this hypocritical peace now becoming a shield for the Japanese to protect their assets in China?

Lin Feng's anger was completely ignited at this moment.

Without wasting words, he strode forward.

"Snapped!"

Lin Feng stretched out his right hand and grabbed Oshima Hiroyuki's tuxedo collar tightly.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the short, stout Japanese consul into the air like a chicken.

"What...what are you going to do? Let me go!"

Hiroshi Oshima struggled and kicked desperately with his feet dangling in the air, his face turning red.

"No declaration of war? Not a belligerent nation?"

Lin Feng stared intently into Oshima Hiroshi's eyes, his voice like a chilling wind blowing from the deepest hell, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent:

"Last year in Shanghai."

Your warships bombarded Shanghai North Railway Station with large-caliber naval guns.

When they blow up unarmed civilians who were preparing to flee into pieces.

Why don't you mention that there was no declaration of war?!

Lin Feng tightened his grip again, causing Oshima Hiroshi's eyes to roll back in his head.

"In Nanjing, when your army was armed with bayonets, you committed heinous atrocities."

Why don't you mention that there was no declaration of war?!

Lin Feng's roar echoed through the air on Guantao Road, making the surrounding glass rattle.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Feng swiftly drew his Luger P08 pistol from his waist with his left hand.

The cold barrel of the gun was pressed directly against Hiroshi Oshima's forehead.

"Now your army has been defeated by me."

Your bank is surrounded by me.

You think you can talk to me about international law? And about not having declared war?