Blood-Red Front

When Ma Daxi unfolded the white cloth in his hand, a huge character for "death" was written on it.

The right side of the character for "death" is inscribed with: "I do not wish to serve my parents in their old age, but only to serve my country with utmost loyalty!"

On the left is the oath: "When the nation is in peril, and the enemy is ferocious; the rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen; I wished to serve, but I am too old; fortunately, I have a son who volunteered; I bestow upon him this flag, to be with him at all times; to wipe away his blood when wounded, to wrap him in death; to forge ahead bravely, never forgetting our duty!"

"Sir, this was given to me by my father. The flag is already inscribed with my name. How can I go back if we didn't win the battle?" Ma Daxi laughed.

Seeing the unfurled death flag, Chang Weiguo didn't seem to care. He simply waved his hand, telling them to get out of the way and not block the truck's path.

But Lin Zhiyuan's expression changed when he looked at the flag.

The privileged elites were afraid of death, while the poor, barely clothed, voluntarily went to the battlefield for their country.

Upon reaching the truck, Lin Zhiyuan said, "They have no food. Please leave any food you have with you; consider it a loan."

"Forget it, Lin Zhiyuan, there's no need," Chang Weiguo said.

"If this were your team, we would give you everything of value on us, not just food, but giving it to them would be a complete waste."

Lin Zhiyuan seemed oblivious to Chang Weiguo's tone, instead confirming, "If you're part of my team, you'll leave all your valuables behind? You decide?"

"What Young Master Chang says definitely counts," the young men and women around him echoed.

Anyway, this isn't Lin Zhiyuan's team, so it doesn't matter what you say.

"That's quite a coincidence. I was just planning to go back to Binxi with them."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled, took off his hat and placed it on the truck, saying, "On behalf of all the brothers, thank you for your generosity."

Chang Weiguo, who was laughing heartily at the flattery of the rich and famous, suddenly stopped speaking, like a duck whose neck had been grabbed.

"Lin Zhiyuan! This is no joke!" Chang Weiguo's expression changed drastically.

"Even if you want to outshine Xiwei, you don't need to make jokes like that, or you'll just be looked down upon."

Lin Zhiyuan said, "Whether you see things differently or not is your business. I just want to know if you keep your word."

Chang Weiguo glanced at Qian Xiwei beside him and gritted his teeth, saying, "A promise is a promise. If what you say is true, then of course I mean it!"

Chang Weiguo felt his heart bleeding. Putting everything else aside, the watch on his wrist was worth a lot of money; it was a gift from his stepmother from Citibank.

However, he couldn't lose face in front of Qian Xiwei, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and take it off.

Seeing that Chang Weiguo had already admitted it, the young men and women standing nearby had no choice but to put all the money they had into the hat.

They were so happy when they were agreeing with them, and now they feel so heartbroken.

Looking at the wealth piled up in the hat, Lin Zhiyuan's smile became even brighter.

As for whether someone might deliberately take less than their share, Lin Zhiyuan didn't care; this was enough.

Picking up his military cap, Lin Zhiyuan poured all the money into Ma Daxi's arms and said, "Arrange for someone to buy food. We're still far from the battlefield; we can't go without food."

A major battle was raging in Binxi, but Lin Zhiyuan hadn't heard any cannon fire, which meant the distance was at least twenty or thirty kilometers.

Such a long distance might only take a truck half an hour or an hour, but it would take two people most of the day to walk.

Then, Lin Zhiyuan said to everyone on the truck, "Until we meet again, everyone."

Chang Weiguo forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, then urged the company commander beside him, "The mission is urgent, let's hurry up."

Just as the company commander was about to get on the truck, Lin Zhiyuan spoke up again: "Wait, I'd like to borrow some more weapons and ammunition."

"This..." The company commander, who was called back, hesitated, "Sir, it's not that I'm unwilling to give it up, it's just that I can't. These weapons are all numbered. If they're lost, I'll be court-martialed."

Having suffered a great loss, Chang Weiguo also spoke up: "Lin Zhiyuan, you're going too far! You can't let someone else lose their life just for your own sake, can you?"

Lin Zhiyuan ignored Chang Weiguo and said to the escort company commander, "I'll write you a note and consider it requisition by me. I'm a major in the Ordnance Bureau, surely I can afford to lose even this much face?"

The escort company commander thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll lend you 20 rifles, sir."

"Not enough." Lin Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Sir, this is the maximum of my authority. If you are unwilling, there is nothing I can do."

Seeing that the escort company commander was stubbornly refusing to divulge anything, Lin Zhiyuan leaned close to the commander's ear and said, "Sir, you don't want your secret to be known either, do you?"

The company commander's expression changed, but he still stubbornly said, "I...I don't know what the officer is talking about."

"Sulfanilamide, should I tell you how many vials?"

"No...no need." The company commander broke out in a cold sweat. "I'm willing to add 20 more rifles."

These 300 vials of sulfonamide are not his, but once exposed, only his head will fall.

"That's not enough," Lin Zhiyuan said seriously. "I need three light machine guns, fifty rifles, and the corresponding ammunition."

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's enormous appetite, even the magistrate's eyes widened: "Impossible! So many weapons..."

"Then let's take out the items? They're about to go to the front lines." As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan pretended to let the Shu soldiers do it.

"No need to trouble yourself." The escort company commander grabbed Lin Zhiyuan's arm.

"The brothers of Shu Prefecture are fighting for the country and the nation. I admire them and am willing to give them my full support!"

At this point, the escort company commander had no choice. With so many people around, he couldn't even take the risk.

Seeing that the escort company commander was so agreeable, Lin Zhiyuan didn't say anything more. Smuggling military supplies and medicines was a capital offense, but he didn't intend to investigate further at this time.

His goal was to obtain the weapon.

Although the Shu army did not know why, they were still overjoyed to receive the new weapons.

The escort troops deal with military equipment every day, so their weapons are naturally the latest, which are countless times better than the equipment in the hands of the Shu army.

However, upon looking at these weapons, Lin Zhiyuan noticed something different.

The Shu soldiers were carrying Hanyang rifles, but the escort company was carrying the Type 24 rifles they had expected.

They were carrying a rifle similar to the German G98, and Lin Zhiyuan saw the influence of the Hanyang Type 88 rifle in it, as if it had been upgraded and modified from the Hanyang Type 88.

As for the three light machine guns, they were actually copies of the Czech ZB26.

Lin Zhiyuan took a rifle, pulled back the bolt, and examined it.

He is a military enthusiast and has played thousands of hours of various military command games, but since he lives in a country where guns are prohibited, he has no opportunity to become familiar with the performance of each type of gun.

Although Lin Zhiyuan in this life is a major in the Ordnance Bureau, it is clear that he is only holding the position on a nominal basis and knows nothing about weapons.

Unable to figure out what was going on, Lin Zhiyuan tossed the gun to Ma Daxi and asked, "Can you use it?"

"Of course." Ma Daxi played with it for a moment.

"The Type 16 7.9 rifle was an improvement on the Type 33 quick-fire rifle and was selected as the standard rifle after the success of the Northern Expedition."

Pointing to the light machine gun in the arms of the soldier next to him, Ma Daxi said, "Like the Type 16 light machine gun, it is standard equipment of the revolutionary army. They are all good stuff."

Lin Zhiyuan said, "Only weapons that can kill enemies on the battlefield can be called good weapons. If they are just decorations, no matter how good they are, they are useless."

After the two units finished exchanging weapons, Lin Zhiyuan looked at Shang Kebing, who had been following him.

"You go back with the truck, I'm heading back to Binxi."

Shang Kebing shook her head repeatedly: "I'll follow the young master."

"I'm going to fight a war, not to celebrate a birthday. What are you doing coming along?"

Shang Kebing looked up at Lin Zhiyuan, her small face full of determination.

"I'm a psychic, young master will definitely find it useful."

"Besides, the master said that I must stay by the young master's side at all times."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know what "spiritual hand" meant, but he didn't want a young girl to go to the battlefield, so he could only explain the cruelty of the battlefield as best he could.

Shang Kebing remained silent, simply looking up at Lin Zhiyuan without moving.

Seeing that Shang Kebing looked like she was about to cry, Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to take off his hat and put it on Shang Kebing's little head.

"You can come if you want."

Shang Kebing immediately smiled.

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand, pointed east, and shouted, "I'm your superior now! Let's go! To Binxi!"

"Yes, sir!"

At this point, the trucks began to move forward one by one.

Inside the carriage, watching Lin Zhiyuan actually lead those hundred-odd beggar soldiers back, Chang Weiguo's tone was somewhat disdainful.

"He must be out of his mind to deliberately seek death."

The other young men and women echoed his sentiments, making it seem as if Lin Zhiyuan had become an idiot. Only Qian Xiwei sat there without saying a word.

The two sides gradually drifted apart.

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