Liang Jian: My Supplies Are Accessible Through Eight Routes

Lin Feng, a modern military fan, was accidentally bound to the "system" and when he opened his eyes, he was able to travel directly to the northwest of Shanxi in 1940 - Li Yunlong was short of guns and ammunition, and was sharpening his sword against the Bantian Regiment! "Lao Li, are you in need of a guy?" "Is 100 Mosin Nagants enough? If not, add 5,000 rounds of ammunition!" "What? Zhang Dabiao is dying? Wait, penicillin will be here soon!" "Special Force Yamamoto? Don't worry, I'll get you ten light machine guns and some mortars for fun!" With the Blue Star First Industrial Country at its back, Lin Feng's small truck contained half of a military factory: everything from rifles to rocket launchers, from cans to penicillin, and even hybrid rice seeds and generators, all sent to the independent regiment. Li Yunlong held a cigarette in his mouth and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Linzi, your channels are so wild! Gold? Antiques? Take your pick, as long as I can beat a few more Japanese!" Zhao Gang pushed up his glasses: "The source of the supplies... I'll write it down for now, but this battle is worth it!" Kazuki Yamamoto crushed the teacup: "Check! We must find out the source of this mysterious firepower!" Use modern cabbage-priced supplies in exchange for gold ore from the Bright Sword World; rely on plot predictions to help the Independent Regiment transform from "Tuba Road" to "Steel Division". Lin Feng stood in front of the time and space channel and smiled: "Old Li, remember - anyone who offends our Chinese nation will be beaten no matter what age he is!"