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

"What...what is this?"

Sugiyama Gen looked completely bewildered, pointing to the various scores on the report card.

Large-scale military command: 63 points.

Infantry tactics simulation: 67 points.

Earthwork and fortification construction: 60 points.

Logistics Management: 71 points.

On the entire transcript, only the courses of practical combat and light weapons shooting received excellent grades.

"Based on the evaluations of military academy instructors and students recorded in the documents."

The head of the Special Higher Police swallowed hard and, forcing a smile, reported:

"Lin Feng's performance during his time at military academy was mediocre, and he lacked a sense of the big picture."

Among that graduating class, his overall grades were definitely among the lowest.

He was nothing more than a second-rate junior commander.

After graduation, he did not join the field army of the Central Army.

Instead, he drifted through life in the security forces system of Zhejiang Province.

His reputation in the area was also very bad; he was described as a typical spoiled brat, proficient in all vices, including drinking, gambling, and womanizing.

The Japanese army high command in the conference room were all dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, feeling that their intelligence had been severely insulted.

This guy is a complete academic failure.

The results of it?

This was a second-rate commander whom the instructors described as "lacking a sense of the big picture."

He distinguished himself on the Battle of Shanghai and inflicted heavy losses on the Imperial forces at the Jiangyin Fortress.

Each battle resulted in the annihilation of tens of thousands of the empire's elite troops.

He even stole two of the regimental flags, which represent the highest honor in the army.

They even captured Lieutenant General Seishiro Itagaki and Major General Noboru Kunisaki on the battlefield.

They forcefully wrested back half of Shandong Province, which had already been lost, from the mouth of the North China Front Army.

"Baka! Are all the military academy instructors in Great Xia blind?"

In a fit of rage, Sugiyama slammed the report card onto the table.

"If this kind of person can only be considered second-rate."

What about the Fifth Division, which he annihilated?

Is it low-class trash?

A Japanese lieutenant general standing nearby picked up another investigation report about Lin Feng's family background, his brow furrowed.

"Has his family background been thoroughly investigated? Does he have any overseas connections?"

"It's been investigated."

The head of the Special Higher Police quickly replied:

"Lin Feng's father is named Lin Chengwang, courtesy name Yanwen, and is fifty-two years old this year."

He was a large landowner in Fenghua, Zhejiang Province.

He had financially supported Sun Yat-sen's revolutionary activities in his early years and had some local reputation.

We traced back several generations of the Lin family's ancestors.

They were all native-born Chinese from Great Xia, and had no contact with foreigners whatsoever.

No one in the Lin family has studied or done business abroad.

The Japanese high command was completely baffled.

Lin Feng possessed advanced fighter jets, bombers, and powerful light weapons.

Its appearance and design concept are clearly in the style of the Hansinian country.

However, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has repeatedly pressured high-ranking officials in the Hansinian government to inquire about the matter.

The Hans side firmly denied that these weapons came from their arsenal, and even stated that their own active-duty troops lacked these weapons used for military expansion, so how could they possibly export or provide aid to other countries?

Moreover, the number of these aircraft is too large.

The Japanese judged that Lin Feng had at least several hundred various types of fighter jets and several hundred pilots and crews, as he would frequently deploy dozens of fighter jets for air combat.

The private trading companies within Great Xia were simply not capable of breaking through the Imperial Navy's blockade to transport so many large-scale technological weapons into Great Xia.

The origin of the weapon remains an unsolved mystery.

"Where's that destroyer?"

Prince Fushimi Hiroyasu stared at the head of the Special Higher Police:

"The Lin family has no connection with Western powers such as the United States and the United Kingdom."

Where did that advanced warship come from?

The head of the Special Higher Police wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to the last page of the file.

"During our investigation, we discovered that the only person with a close interest in Lin Feng was a man named Wang Tianlu."

"Wang Tianlu? What's his background?"

"This person currently serves as the Deputy Director of the Logistics Department of the Fifth War Zone, and concurrently as the Director of the Logistics Department of the War Zone Commander-in-Chief's Headquarters."

His military rank is lieutenant general.

According to our intelligence personnel, Wang Tianlu is a well-known arms dealer within the Fifth War Zone.

Various miscellaneous troops in the Fifth War Zone purchased numerous artillery pieces, machine guns, and other weapons, as well as large quantities of trucks and fuel, from him.

An operations staff officer stroked his chin and proposed a bold hypothesis:

"Could it be that Wang Tianlu is supporting Lin Feng behind the scenes?"

"Did he use his position as the head of the Nationalist government's military supplies department to secretly contact Western powers, purchase these advanced weapons, and then hand them over to Lin Feng for use?"

This hypothesis was ruthlessly overturned by the other staff members as soon as it was proposed.

Use your brain!

Another staff officer countered:

"A quartermaster of a great Xia dynasty could at most use his position to buy and sell some light weapons and logistical supplies."

Where did he get the extraordinary means to acquire hundreds of the West's most advanced fighter jets?

Not to mention that destroyer; even if he had the money, the Western powers wouldn't sell their active main warships to the logistics officer of a Great Xia.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

The Japanese high command looked at the pile of detailed investigation reports on the table.

My head felt completely tangled.

The more intelligence the Special Higher Police gathered, the more confused they became.

A spoiled brat who ranked at the bottom of his class at military academy.

A nouveau riche family with no overseas background.

A greedy logistics officer who only knows how to resell secondhand weapons.

How did these three things combined create an invincible army with hundreds of advanced fighter jets, modern destroyers, and the ability to crush the Empire's elite divisions?

This completely defies common sense and military common sense!

"Investigate! Keep investigating!"

Sugiyama Gen slammed the file folder onto the ground in a fit of impotent rage:

"Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must uncover the secrets behind Lin Feng!"

I absolutely do not believe that he could conjure so many weapons out of thin air by himself!

The Japanese high command was in a state of impotent rage in the Japanese-style room.

At this time, Lin Feng was inspecting the labor camp.

On the outskirts of Qingcheng Port, there is a huge camp surrounded by barbed wire and towering watchtowers.

The wind blew, stirring up clouds of yellow dust from the ground.

Lin Feng walked at the front of the group, followed by more than a dozen Chinese and foreign journalists carrying cameras and notebooks.

Duan Tiangan walked at the front of the reporter group, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and looked around at his surroundings.

A rough wooden sign hung on the camp gate, with the words "Qingchenggang First Labor Reform Camp" painted in white on it.

"General Lin, does your establishment of this concentration camp-like facility violate the provisions of the Geneva Conventions regarding the treatment of prisoners of war?"

A blond, blue-eyed American journalist, holding a notebook, asked a question loudly in broken Chinese.

Upon hearing this, several reporters from the Chinese media were angered, while several foreign reporters looked on with anticipation.

Lin Feng stopped and turned around, glaring angrily at the foreign reporter.

In reality, although the Japanese signed the Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War in 29, the Japanese military, citing the lack of formal ratification by the cabinet, basically did not abide by the convention at all and committed countless atrocities.

"Sir reporter, let me first correct a mistake you made."

This place isn't called a concentration camp; it's called a labor reform camp.

Secondly, conventions are binding on human beings.

We are not facing any humans, but a pack of beasts who have committed arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of atrocities on our land.

Lin Feng pointed to the rows of low, dilapidated wooden houses in front of him.

"This used to be a prisoner-of-war camp built by the Japanese."

It was specifically used to detain prisoners of war from the Great Xia and civilian laborers forcibly taken by them.

The wooden house was drafty, had no heating in winter, and was hot and humid in summer.

Every day, people from the Great Xia Dynasty fall here, and their bodies are thrown directly into the mass graves in the distance.

Where were you Western journalists at that time?

Why don't you go ask the Japanese devils if they abide by that bullshit convention?