195: Nighttime chat

As the japanese warships retreated, the great battle came to a close.

Ultimately, the Security Team achieved the feat of sinking two ships, heavily damaging five, and completely annihilating the landing japanese.

The smoke of battle at Jinshanwei gradually dispersed, with only the sound of waves hitting the shore and the crackling of scattered burning debris.

Feng Hanqing and the student soldiers he brought stood frozen on the position, as if under a binding spell.

They were unable to recover from the extreme shock for a long time.

Their eyes were fixed on the dozen or so type 80 main battle tanks patrolling the beach, their muzzles still warm.

The massive bodies and powerful firepower of these steel behemoths all shattered their understanding.

'That... what kind of chariot is that? I've never seen... or even heard of it!'

A student soldier murmured to himself, his voice trembling.

'Its cannon... can actually hit from so far! It can even pierce the iron armor of warships! This... this is simply a divine tool!'

Another student gestured excitedly, his face full of unbelievable fanaticism.

'And their machine guns, the firepower is too intense! The Japs can't charge through at all! If only we had equipment like this...'

His words were filled with infinite envy and longing.

These young students felt an absolute crushing victory intuitively for the first time.

This battle refreshed their understanding of weapons.

What shook them even more was that the once-arrogant little Japs were crushed and annihilated like clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Even the warships on the sea were bombed into sinking or fleeing.

This kind of overwhelming and powerful combat capability was completely beyond their scope of understanding.

It made them realize that battles didn't necessarily have to be won by filling the gap with lives; they could be fought like this.

Standing before everyone, the stormy waves in Feng Hanqing's chest were far more turbulent than those of the students.

He wasn't just shocked by the sharpness of the weapons and the brilliance of the results.

He also saw the tactical literacy and battlefield control far beyond this era that this brilliance represented.

From the timely tactical retreat to evade naval guns;

To the pre-arranged deployment of tank clusters to launch a fatal counter-charge;

And finally even using tank guns to strike at naval vessels... every step accurately predicted the enemy's actions.

Every step was as precise and lethal as a scalpel.

Maximizing their own advantages and infinitely magnifying the enemy's weaknesses.

The entire combat process was smooth and interconnected, without a single redundancy or mistake.

It could be called a textbook-level classic defensive counter-attack!

The slight doubt that had existed in his heart was now gone, completely transformed into incredibly firm conviction and awe.

He looked at the back of Lu Fan, who was commanding the cleanup of the battlefield in the distance.

There was only one clear thought in his mind: only by following such a person could he truly realize his ambition to serve his country.

'Everyone keep up, withdraw~~~'

In ten minutes, the battlefield cleanup was complete, and at the command, the troops quickly evacuated the battlefield and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, at a wine merchant in the Shanghai French Concession.

A special action team dressed in black was also evacuating in an orderly manner.

This operation captured three senior spies from the Japs' Tokkō alive and seized their radio station.

More importantly, they obtained vital intelligence regarding the Japs' attack on Shanghai.

This capture could no longer be called just a great success; it was entirely textbook-level.

Half an hour later, Zheng Yaoxian, the captain in charge of the operation, and Tang Jifeng sat opposite each other.

On the table were a few side dishes to go with the wine and a bottle of fine red wine.

Both had a hint of exhaustion but satisfied smiles on their faces.

'Fourth Brother, thanks to your information, the operation went so smoothly. I won't say more; it's all in the wine.'

Zheng Yaoxian raised his glass and solemnly toasted Tang Jifeng.

Tang Jifeng smiled and clinked glasses: 'This credit is of no use to me. Besides, between you and me, why say thanks?'

'Since you treat me as a brother, all the more reason to say it. This credit is enough for me to take another step up. I must toast you.'

Zheng Yaoxian boldly drained his glass again.

After two glasses of red wine, he lifted a heavy small leather suitcase from his feet and pushed it in front of Tang Jifeng.

'Fourth Young Master, these "local specialties" were found at the stronghold. Take them; it's a small token of my appreciation.'

Tang Jifeng took a look, didn't immediately take it, but waved his hand and smiled: 'Brother, this is too formal.

I just passed on a message and did some legwork. The ones who really acted were you and the brothers.

This credit is what you deserve. What are you doing?'

Zheng Yaoxian insisted: 'Fourth Brother, I'm basking in your light. You gave me the message, so I got the credit.

But I can't let you go empty-handed, can I? Brothers, brothers—if you're well and I'm well, then we're true brothers.'

In the realm of worldly wisdom and social favors, he had it down perfectly.

After some refusal, Tang Jifeng reluctantly accepted it.

'This wine is good; I didn't expect the little Japs to actually know red wine!' He looked at the five stars and five arrows on the label and said, 'Interesting.'

Zheng Yaoxian quickly followed up: 'Fourth Brother, if you like it, I'll send you everything from the Japs' winery tomorrow.'

'Then thanks!' Tang Jifeng raised his glass for another clink, then putting it down, he said slowly: 'Speaking of basking in light.

I'm the one basking in it. This news wasn't discovered by me; it was a favor sent by a friend.'

'Oh?' Zheng Yaoxian became interested, his professional instinct prompting him to ask: 'Fourth Brother, which friend is so remarkably capable?

To actually be able to find such a secret stronghold of the Tokkō?'

Tang Jifeng took a sip of wine and said seemingly casually: 'A business friend, surnamed Lu, Lu Fan.

You should have heard of him, the british viscount who opened a company with Seventh Miss Sheng.

His people accidentally found some clues and happened to inform me.'

Surprise appeared on Zheng Yaoxian's face: 'Lu Fan? The one who dared not to give Madam Wang face at the charity dinner the day before yesterday?'

Tang Jifeng said proudly: 'That's right, it's him. The only one in Shanghai who dares not to give my master's wife face is my brother.'

'I was wondering why he was so confident. It turns out he's a british viscount, a wealthy merchant, and opened a company with Seventh Miss Sheng. No wonder!'

A sharp light flashed in Zheng Yaoxian's eyes, and then he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

'Don't just see him as a foreigner; from a patriotic perspective, he's this...' Tang Jifeng directly gave a thumbs up.

Zheng Yaoxian nodded in sincere agreement: 'Just the amount of supplies he donated is indeed admirable.'

Tang Jifeng took the opportunity to sigh: 'If it weren't for that Security Team, my Brother Fan would definitely be the top man of the hour.

By the way, how is the investigation into the Security Team going?'

Zheng Yaoxian's face was full of helplessness as he complained: 'What progress? Boss Dai took everyone away, so how can we investigate?

The people who raided the stronghold this time were all transferred from the training class!'

Then he changed the subject and said: 'Fourth Brother, if there's a chance, could you introduce us?

I'd like to meet this Mr. Lu who has such vast connections.'

Tang Jifeng pursed his lips and nodded: 'It is necessary to meet him. Brother Fan has a knack for making money.

In your line of work, you need some security. I'll set up an appointment for you; wait for my word.'