Blood-Red Front

Hearing about the unexpected situation ahead, Chang Weiguo asked nervously, "What happened?"

"It's a small unit from Shu Prefecture. Someone suddenly fainted on the road," the company commander reported.

Originally, the two sides were marching towards each other without interfering with each other, but a soldier suddenly fell to the ground and blocked the truck, which caused the truck to brake suddenly.

Upon hearing that it was one of their own small units, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Shu army? A beggar's army? Didn't they go to the battlefield long ago?"

A socialite covered her nose with a handkerchief, as if she could smell something.

"They must be soldiers who fell behind," Chang Weiguo analyzed.

Upon hearing that they were just ordinary soldiers, the greasy-haired man stood up at the front of the carriage and immediately started cursing, "You filthy beggars, get out of here! Or I'll run you over!"

"If you delay the trip, can you take responsibility? You'll all be executed!"

Seeing the greasy-haired man so rudely insulting the Shu soldiers who were rushing to the Binxi battlefield to fight to the death, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't hold back anymore.

"Shut up! Who the hell do you think you are?! You dare to insult them?!"

Lin Zhiyuan had already checked the minimap. These Shu soldiers were equivalent to the Sichuan army in this world. Although Lin Zhiyuan didn't know them, he wouldn't allow them to be insulted like this.

"you…"

The greasy-haired man turned around, saw it was Lin Zhiyuan, and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He dared to scold the lowly soldiers, but he dared not offend Lin Zhiyuan, after all, Lin Zhiyuan's father was the president of the Control Yuan, who was in charge of investigation and impeachment.

As for how Lin Zhiyuan scolded him, the greasy-haired man chose to temporarily forget it.

Seeing that the greasy-haired man dared not say anything more, Lin Zhiyuan jumped off the truck and walked towards the troops who were gathered in the middle of the road.

Lin Zhiyuan had only taken a few steps when he heard someone shouting.

"Young master, wait for me."

Lin Zhiyuan turned around and saw a figure jump off the truck behind him and jog after him.

Looking at the petite, youthful-looking, yet ambitious young woman standing before him with braided pigtails, Lin Zhiyuan remembered that he also had a maid named Shang Kebing.

"Keep up." Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and led the little girl forward.

At this moment, a group of people were gathered together, shouting incessantly.

Seeing that the soldiers had completely surrounded the area, Lin Zhiyuan could only shout, "Make way! Make way!"

Upon hearing the shout, a soldier turned around, instinctively stood at attention, and saluted: "Good morning, sir!"

That shout of "Sir!" drew the attention of all the soldiers.

As Lin Zhiyuan moved forward, a path immediately opened up among the soldiers.

Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, Lin Zhiyuan walked to the side of the unconscious soldier. The soldier was very young, looking to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

At this moment, the soldier's face was deathly pale, sweat was dripping from his forehead and nose, and his hands were trembling. Lin Zhiyuan immediately realized what was going on.

"Low blood sugar, didn't you eat breakfast?"

A middle-aged man nearby gave an awkward smirk: "We have no money, we'll save it for when we get to the battlefield."

He didn't know what "hypoglycemia" meant, but he could tell from Lin Zhiyuan's words that it was a disease caused by not eating.

"He will die before he reaches the battlefield."

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at the pale-faced soldier on the ground, then turned and walked towards the truck.

"Don't gather here, give him some space."

Everyone took a few steps back.

Upon seeing Lin Zhiyuan return, Chang Weiguo gestured to the greasy-haired man, signaling him to calm things down with Lin Zhiyuan.

The greasy-haired man understood and quickly went to the back of the car, extending his hand. "Brother Lin, let me pull you up. We need to get going."

To everyone's surprise, Lin Zhiyuan ignored the greasy-haired man's outstretched hand and instead looked at the socialite in the green cheongsam next to him.

"Miss Li, I'd like to borrow a few candies from you." In Lin Zhiyuan's memory, she had eaten candies on a truck.

Before the man in the green cheongsam could say anything, the greasy-haired man, feeling embarrassed, said sarcastically, "Lin Xiong, the candy in Ru Hua's hand is imported from the United States; it's very expensive. Isn't it a waste to give it to those soldiers?"

Upon hearing the man with the oily hair's words, Lin Zhiyuan realized that his experience was wrong.

In this era, sugar is a luxury that most people can't afford. Even when the woman in the green cheongsam ate it, she did so with great care.

Hearing the greasy-haired man's words, the woman in the green cheongsam also spoke up: "Young Master Lin, what kind of illness is this? You have to eat candy? I've never heard of such a thing."

Although hypoglycemia has been reported in the West, it is indeed a bit difficult to ask these young men and women to keep up with the latest scientific advancements.

Lin Zhiyuan ignored the greasy-haired man and instead took all the money out of his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the woman in the green cheongsam.

"The rear is not short of supplies right now. If we have the money, we can definitely buy more. Consider this a lifesaver."

The woman in the green cheongsam glanced at Chang Weiguo and Qian Xiwei with some embarrassment. This was imported candy from the United States, much more advanced than domestically produced candy.

Seeing the gaze in the green cheongsam, Qian Xiwei said softly, "Give it to Young Master Lin. I still have some American chocolates at home. I'll give them to you when we get to Zhongdu."

As soon as Qian Xiwei spoke, Chang Weiguo, who had been like a block of wood, immediately patted his chest and said, "Xiwei, no need to trouble you. I'll make up for it when we get to Wu County."

Seeing the two of them say that, the woman in the green cheongsam didn't even look at how much money Lin Zhiyuan handed over. She quickly opened her handbag and handed a small bag of fruit candies to Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan returned to the Shu army, pried open the mouth of a soldier on the ground, and put a piece of candy into his mouth.

As the fruit candy melted, the soldier stopped sweating, and his complexion began to return to normal.

Two minutes later, the soldier opened his eyes.

"He's awake! He's awake! Little Liu is really awake!"

The surrounding soldiers became excited.

The soldier, now fully awake, heard the shouts and asked, somewhat confused, "What's going on? What's that sweet stuff?"

The middle-aged man who had spoken to Lin Zhiyuan earlier stepped forward and helped him up, explaining, "Xiao Liu, you fainted. This officer saved you with candy."

"I told you not to practice boxing if you haven't eaten, but you insisted and almost killed yourself."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu straightened up and clasped his hands in thanks to Lin Zhiyuan, saying, "Thank you for saving my life, sir."

"I do not know your honorable name, sir. If there is an opportunity in the future, I, Wang Xiaoliu, will certainly repay you."

"My name is Lin Zhiyuan. As for repayment, there's no need. It was just a small favor." Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand.

On the truck behind, seeing that the fallen Shu soldier had gotten up, the greasy-haired man urged again, "Young Master Lin, hurry up and get in the truck, we should go."

The escort company commander immediately added, "We need to leave quickly. With so many trucks, we're a prime target for the helicopter. Staying any longer would be too dangerous."

Upon hearing the word "takeoff plane," the public figures in the car became frightened, as if they could hear the roar of an airplane in their ears, and they all urged the car to move on.

Ignoring the urging from the passengers in the carriage, Lin Zhiyuan looked at the Shu army that had retreated to the roadside and asked, "Which unit are you from? Why are you only getting here now? Who's the officer?"

The middle-aged man who had been in contact with Lin Zhiyuan reported:

"Reporting, sir! We brothers come from all sorts of units; we all fell behind during the march."

"My name is Ma Daxi. Right now, I have the highest military rank; I'm a captain."

"Captain Company Commander?" Lin Zhiyuan was somewhat surprised. How could the company commander have fallen behind?

"No, no, no," Ma Daxi waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm a captain in the logistics department. I was just trying to find some food for the guys, but I ended up falling behind the rest of the team."

On the truck, seeing that Lin Zhiyuan not only didn't get on the truck but also started chatting with the Shu soldiers, Chang Weiguo couldn't hold back any longer.

"Lin Zhiyuan, get in the car, we should go."

"As for you, since you've already fallen behind, I suggest you don't go to the front lines. You'll die. Go home; you can still survive if you go home."

Hearing Chang Weiguo's words, Ma Daxi was not annoyed. He just smiled and took out a piece of white cloth from his pocket.