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

After capturing Qingcheng Port, the Japanese army in the entire Jiaodong region had very few troops left to defend it.

Lin Feng estimated that only the Japanese navy could use the port to quickly deploy some marines to defend other port cities in Jiaodong.

Once a large enough territory has been conquered, a sufficient number of troops will naturally be needed to defend it.

He continued to plan his path to fame in his mind:

Spend another three million silver dollars to directly produce three infantry divisions, then use merit points to upgrade them to German-equipped levels, and add artillery regiments for subsequent offensive operations and defense of key coastal cities.

Jiaodong has a good environment and many coastal ports, but similarly, he must retain enough army units to prevent the Japanese from launching amphibious landings.

Of course, you can't spend all your money at once and build too many troops.

After all, the food, clothing, and supplies for tens of thousands of troops, the bullets and shells fired every day, and even the fuel for tanks all cost a fortune.

This windfall of over 16 million yuan must be spent carefully, with sufficient reserves for logistical support and subsequent operational expenses in Jiaodong.

"Uncle Lin, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Feng stood up and called out to the door, "Guard, go and call Zhao Yushu here."

A moment later, Zhao Yushu, sporting dark circles under his eyes, strode into the office.

"Cousin, you were looking for me?"

"Yushu, come and discuss with Uncle Lin to draft a nationwide telegram for me."

Lin Feng walked to the window and looked at the city outside:

"Take my 33rd Army Corps for example. After a bloody battle, we annihilated the enemy at Qingcheng Port yesterday."

The entire territory of Qingcheng Port has been officially liberated.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yushu was so excited that he slapped his thigh, instantly waking up from his drowsiness.

"Very good."

His face flushed with excitement:

"Cousin, this is the first time since the outbreak of the full-scale War of Resistance against Japan that our Great Xia army has recaptured an important coastal port city from the Japanese devils."

Once this telegram is sent out, the people of the whole country will surely cheer with joy when they hear the news.

Cousin, your reputation will definitely be comparable to that of Huo Qubing reborn, making you a legend in history!

Seeing Zhao Yushu's animated gestures, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone revealing an arrogance that seemed to look down upon the world:

"To inscribe the Yanran Mountain and seal the wolf's lair, that is the greatest honor for a soldier."

We've only recaptured one big city so far, what does that amount to?

The day will come when our tanks roll through the streets of Tokyo and our military flag flies atop the Japanese Imperial Palace.

Go ahead and flatter me like that again.

Zhao Yushu was stunned for a moment by Lin Feng's bold words, then nodded heavily: "Yes, I will go and draft the telegram right away."

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Lin Feng called out to Zhao Yushu, his eyes becoming deep and thoughtful:

"After the power is turned on and the power is generated."

"And remember to send a secret telegram to Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone."

Lin Feng walked to the desk and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface:

"Isn't that guy in Jiangcheng the Japanese Major General Sakamoto Jun who always wanted us to capture him alive and parade him through the streets of Jiangcheng as a prisoner, so that he could save face?"

Tell Commander Li.

I can send someone to the Fifth War Zone Headquarters to hand over the prisoners to Jiangcheng.

I'll give you that face.

Lin Feng abruptly changed his tone, becoming extremely forceful:

"However, we must add a sentence to the telegram."

My 33rd Army Corps has suffered heavy casualties and exhausted its supplies after a series of bloody battles.

They urgently needed to rest and recuperate in Jiaodong and raise funds locally.

In order to legitimately stabilize the local area and restore people's livelihoods.

Please, Commander-in-Chief, have compassion for the hardships faced by the soldiers on the front lines…

Although Zhao Yushu's brilliance was usually overshadowed by his cousin Lin Feng, he was a smart man, and smart men are bound to overthink things.

Upon hearing this, his eyes widened instantly.

The subtext couldn't be clearer.

Lin Feng is using the Japanese major general as leverage, openly demanding an official position from that person in Jiangcheng.

Moreover, what is needed is definitely not some empty title.

"Cousin, you want to..." Zhao Yushu lowered his voice.

"That's right."

Lin Feng sneered, his eyes gleaming with an air of unwavering determination:

"I want the title of acting bamboo mat representative of the Shandong Provincial Government."

In Shandong Province, I must have both military and political control.

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The news that Qingcheng Port, a major town in Jiaodong, had been forcibly recaptured from the Japanese by the Great Xia army spread like wildfire across the country via radio waves.

Public opinion and morale of the military and civilians across the country were naturally boosted.

Lin Feng's name became incredibly famous overnight, and he became a benchmark figure in China's War of Resistance against Japan.

In the rear, in major cities such as Jiangcheng, Shancheng, and Rongcheng.

Whether it's a school teacher, a teahouse gentry, a government official, or a factory worker.

The name that has appeared most frequently in recent chats is Lin Feng and his 33rd Army Corps.

"Have you heard? General Lin led his tanks and wiped out all the Japanese soldiers in Qingcheng Port!"

"That's right, I heard even the Japanese marines were driven into the sea to feed turtles."

The national sentiment for resistance against Japan has shifted from the pessimism of the fall of the capital Nanjing and the early stages of the Battle of Pengcheng to blind optimism.

Many people blindly believed that the Japanese had lost their momentum to continue the offensive after suffering consecutive defeats in Linyi and Qingchenggang.

What might happen next is a nationwide counter-offensive by the Great Xia army.

Many people who fled to the rear areas even began to pack their bags with anticipation, thinking that maybe in another year or two they would be able to return to their hometowns.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside Qingcheng Port was extremely enthusiastic.

The former Governor's Mansion is now the headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps and the Qingcheng Port Provisional Military Control Committee.

After sending Zhao Yushu, who was drafting the telegram, and Lin Peiji, who was taking inventory of the supplies, Lin Feng walked alone to the huge floor-to-ceiling window that had not yet been fitted with glass.

He leaned on the windowsill with both hands, looking out the window.

The streets were filled with citizens holding banners that read "Celebrating the Liberation" and "Long Live General Lin".

The sounds of gongs and drums, mixed with firecrackers, soared into the sky.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng couldn't help but mentally complain:

"Damn it, can I say something shameless now?"

After embarking on the journey from Pengcheng, the people welcomed them wholeheartedly, truly taking full advantage of favorable timing.

That vibrant, flourishing scene, where everything thrives, is truly right before my eyes!

However, Lin Feng was not blinded by this victory.

He knew very well that he couldn't be arrogant.

The straight-line distance between Shanghai and Qingcheng Port is less than 600 kilometers.

Even if the Japanese warships chose an economical speed, they could reach the destination in 24-40 hours. It can be said that the Japanese warships could arrive at any time.

Of course, Lin Feng was more inclined to believe that the Japanese fleet might return to its homeland after setting sail, and then, with the air cover provided by one or two aircraft carriers, set off again to bombard Qingcheng Port.

After all, the Japanese can't have forgotten the lesson they learned from the last time when he used a Stuka to launch a surprise attack on the port, turning one light aircraft carrier and one light cruiser into nothing.

Well, if it's the Japanese, that's quite possible.

Thinking of this, he turned around, walked to his desk, picked up the red crank telephone, and directly called the port defense command.

"Hello, this is Lin Feng."

He ordered the port's speedboat force to immediately depart and conduct continuous patrols within 50 nautical miles of the coast.

"Once the Japanese fleet is spotted, an early warning must be issued immediately; unauthorized engagement is strictly prohibited."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng strode out of the office and, escorted by the guard platoon, arrived at a heavily guarded underground warehouse in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion.

This place temporarily stores a massive amount of gold and silver confiscated from the Yokohama Specie Bank and Peninsula Bank.

Lin Feng walked into the warehouse and looked at the mountains of gold bricks, silver ingots, and cash.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"receive!"

With a thought, the hundreds of kilograms of gold, tens of tons of silver, and more than two million silver dollars in the warehouse vanished into thin air and were all stored in the system space.

Lin Feng walked out of the warehouse and had the guards lock the heavy iron gate again.

"Someone, prepare the car, we're going to Cangkou Airport."