Blood-Red Front

Inside the regimental headquarters, everyone's eyes turned to Shang Kebing.

"Do you have a solution?" Lin Zhiyuan asked.

"I didn't." Shang Kebing shook her head vigorously.

The hope in everyone's eyes gradually faded.

However, Shang Kebing's next words rekindled hope in everyone's eyes.

"I don't know how, but I know who does."

"Can you stop panting when you speak?" Lin Zhiyuan said urgently, "Hurry up and tell me, does anyone have a solution?"

"Miss Mu."

"Mu Ya?"

"Yes." Shang Kebing nodded.

"Miss Mu is a war priestess. I overheard the master mentioning her when he was chatting. She has long-range attack capabilities."

"How far?"

"It's very far."

Shang Kebing thought about it carefully again and said with certainty, "Very, very far."

At this moment, fragmented memories kept popping up in Lin Zhiyuan's mind.

Muya's father was a close friend of Lin's father. During the Great Revolution, her parents were killed by the Qi Dynasty, so she grew up in the Lin family.

Mu Ya was two years older than Lin Zhiyuan, and girls develop earlier than boys, so Lin Zhiyuan was often beaten when they were young.

Moreover, every time Mu Ya was beaten, her parents always sided with her, which made the original owner see Mu Ya as a tigress.

This emotion even affected Lin Zhiyuan, who gained fragments of memory, to some extent.

Just as Lin Zhiyuan was deep in thought, he glanced up and found that everyone in the regiment was looking at him.

The members of the regiment did not know who Mu Ya was, but from Shang Kebing and Lin Zhiyuan's tone, they could tell that Lin Zhiyuan could be connected to this war priest.

"Your idea is good, but I have to tell you, it's probably very difficult to achieve," Huang Zhengjie said, shaking his head.

Hearing Huang Zhengjie's words, Lin Zhiyuan felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

"Can't win?"

"It's not that we can't fight, it's that we don't have enough time," Huang Zhengjie explained.

"The most important task of war sacrifices is air defense early warning. If coordinates need to be marked to launch long-range strikes, approval from the General Staff is required."

"The 8th Army must report to the Binxi General Headquarters, which in turn reports to the General Staff. The General Staff then consults with the Priests. After the consultation is completed, the President must finally approve it."

"This whole process would take at least two or three days. Do you think the newly formed 101st Division would wait two or three days?"

The newly promoted army is no fool; once they learn that the priestess has been captured, they will adjust their plans immediately.

Hearing about such a long process, Lin Zhiyuan was speechless. "Why is it taking so long? Can't the process be simplified during wartime?"

"I don't know if it can be simplified in the future, but it certainly can't be simplified now," Huang Zhengjie said.

However, just when Lin Zhiyuan thought there was no hope, Huang Zhengjie suddenly said, "But it's not like there's no way out."

"What method?" Lin Zhiyuan asked anxiously.

"Call Muya directly," Huang Zhengjie said. "If the priesthood takes the initiative to negotiate with the General Staff, it can greatly simplify the process, and we might be able to launch the attack as early as tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I understand."

Seeing that the call had finally landed on Mu Ya, Lin Zhiyuan hung up the phone with the 8th Army and then called Ding Jia.

"The priesthood? I'm Lin Zhiyuan. I have urgent business with Mu Ya."

Because it was nighttime, the first-launch aircraft wouldn't be deployed, so Muya wasn't on duty. Therefore, after receiving the notification, she quickly put on her captain's uniform and went to the communications office.

"Zhiyuan? I am Muya."

"I heard you can launch long-range strikes. Can you hit Kawaguchi?" With time running out, Lin Zhiyuan got straight to the point.

"Kawaguchi? Where are you?" Muya didn't answer, but asked instead.

"I am the commander of the 6th Regiment, so of course I'm in Wenhe."

"You? Commander? Wenhe?" Mu Ya's tone became increasingly strange as she spoke.

She wasn't surprised by Lin Zhiyuan anywhere else, but the front line surprised her.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't understand what Mu Ya meant, so he could only explain: "I am now the acting commander of the 6th Regiment, and I have just intercepted important intelligence. If we can strike Kawaguchi, the Wenhe front will have a chance to breathe, and the entire Binxi battlefield will benefit from it."

"I understand." Mu Ya didn't waste any more words. "Have someone send a message to the priesthood, explaining the situation and coordinates. I'll report it to the leader."

"immediately!"

Lin Zhiyuan hung up the phone and immediately said, "Staff Officer Zhong, you personally oversee the radio team's transmission of information and send over the coordinates of the 101st Division command post."

"Whether it works or not depends on this tremor."

"yes!"

……

A dozen minutes later, holding the decoded telegram, Muya knocked on the office of the priesthood leader.

A moment later, a slightly tired voice came from inside the room.

"Enter."

Mu Ya pushed open the door and walked into the office.

The office was rather empty, with only a filing cabinet next to the desk and a cot against the wall.

The head of the priesthood, whose hair was somewhat gray and who was dressed in the uniform of a brigadier general, was now sitting behind his desk.

"Commander, this is a telegram from the front lines. They want to attack the 101st Division command post in Kawaguchi."

Upon hearing that it was the newly promoted division headquarters, Fang Xun, the head of the priesthood, perked up.

After taking the telegram and glancing at it, Fang Xun walked to the map.

"Wangjiazhai is indeed suitable as a division headquarters."

"Those guys in the Military Intelligence Bureau are wasting so much military money; they're not as useful as the frontline troops."

"Commander, may we launch an attack?" Mu Ya asked.

"Of course." Fang Xun nodded: "The 101st Division headquarters is a crucial target that can influence the overall battle."

"You go and prepare for the ceremony, I'll call the General Staff."

As he spoke, Fang Xun picked up the red telephone on the table, which connected directly to the General Staff Headquarters.

"How many should we prepare?"

"Let's prepare three first."

"yes!"

……