Blood-Red Front

Lin Zhiyuan casually flipped through the newspaper. Just as he stepped out of the military department, he saw Shang Kebing standing there blankly, waiting.

Lin Zhiyuan shoved the newspaper into Shang Kebing's hand and asked, "Do you know what kind of person the President is? What kind of hairstyle does he have?"

The newspaper contained a speech by President Chen Zaizhi, but no photograph.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't receive many memories; only the most memorable ones remained.

Shang Kebing hurriedly took the newspaper and looked up at Lin Zhiyuan with some confusion.

"The President? Didn't you see him before, young master? He just has a regular buzz cut."

"As for what kind of person he is, I can't say, after all, I'm just a lowly maid, but I think he should be a good person."

Hearing that his hairstyle was a buzz cut, Lin Zhiyuan felt relieved.

"Why do you say that? Don't you know what kind of person the President is?"

Since Shang Kebing doesn't know who the President is, how could he know that he is a good person?

Shang Kebing explained, counting on her fingers, "In the third year of the Tongxuan reign of the Qi Dynasty, the Grand President led an uprising and forced the Qi Dynasty emperor to abdicate in just a few months."

"But no matter what others say, the president never became emperor."

"From then on, the lives of ordinary people across the country improved day by day, and last year the newspapers reported on the arrest of corrupt officials every day."

At this point, Shang Kebing puffed out her cheeks in anger, "It's all the fault of those despicable Rising Army! If it weren't for them, the Northern Territory wouldn't have been lost, and Young Master wouldn't be on the battlefield now!"

Lin Zhiyuan ruffled Shang Kebing's hair and laughed, "Since the Chu Sheng Army is so despicable, let's go and wipe them out."

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan walked toward the Shu soldiers sitting on the ground, with Shang Kebing following closely behind him.

Upon seeing Lin Zhiyuan, Ma Daxi immediately told everyone to stand up and then took the initiative to greet him.

"Sir."

At this moment, Ma Daxi felt uneasy, as Lin Zhiyuan's next words would directly determine their fate.

Seeing the Shu soldiers surrounding him, Lin Zhiyuan raised the transfer order and shouted, "The army commander orders that you all be incorporated into the 8th Army's Independent Battalion, and I will serve as the major battalion commander of the Independent Battalion."

Ma Daxi snapped to attention: "Greetings, Battalion Commander!"

The remaining Shu soldiers also stood at attention, saluted, and shouted, "Greetings, Battalion Commander!"

After handing the order to Ma Daxi, Lin Zhiyuan said, "Ma Daxi, this is the number of people in the Independent Battalion for now. Except for the communications soldiers, all the rest will be assigned to the First Company. You will be the First Company Commander, and the squad leaders and platoon leaders will be elected by the soldiers."

With a major battle imminent, keep everything simple.

Lin Zhiyuan doesn't know much about these hundred or so people yet, but he believes no one would joke about their own life.

The person elected by vote may not be the most suitable to be an official, but he is definitely the most likely to lead the troops to survival.

"yes!"

"Battalion Commander, I think you're missing a messenger. How about letting Xiao Liu follow you? He's proficient in Emei boxing and can protect you on the battlefield."

Ma Daxi knew very well that Lin Zhiyuan's life was more important than all of theirs, and all their hopes were pinned on Lin Zhiyuan.

"Okay." Lin Zhiyuan nodded.

The main task of the communications squad was to set up telephones, and Shang Kebing was more responsible for duties. He did need such a messenger.

After quickly and decisively finalizing the organization of each squad and platoon, Lin Zhiyuan immediately prepared to lead his troops out.

Just then, Lin Zhiyuan heard the sound of running footsteps. He turned around and saw a class of 12 students running towards him.

"Report! The 1st Platoon of the 1st Company of the 8th Army's Guard Battalion has been ordered to transfer to the Independent Battalion. Requesting instructions! Platoon Leader: Ding Xiucheng!"

The guard platoon was all in new uniforms, wearing steel helmets and equipped with submachine guns similar to the MP18, which made Ma Daxi extremely envious.

With just this one platoon, if it came to close-quarters combat, the entire Shu army company would probably be no match for them.

Lin Zhiyuan was also very happy. "Great! From now on, your class will be under my direct command."

"yes!"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand: "All troops, proceed!"

Looking at the Shu army company that looked like beggars, Ding Xiucheng hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Battalion Commander, the logistics supplies are right next to us, and it seems there are damaged anti-tank guns being repaired."

"Supplies? Artillery under repair?!" Lin Zhiyuan perked up instantly.

Normally, artillery is a fixed quantity; it belongs to whoever it's meant to be, and no one dares to mess around with it.

However, damaged artillery pieces undergoing repair are different; they are not registered until the repairs are confirmed to be complete and they can be officially assigned.

"Lead the way!"

"Ma Daxi, keep up with me! Destination: Logistics and Supply Battalion! Run!"

……

Inside the military headquarters, Huang Zhengjie watched through the window as Lin Zhiyuan led his team away at a jog. He then picked up the phone on the table.

"Pick me up at the home of Chief Prosecutor Lin."

"Hello, Dean Lin, it's me, Huang Zhengjie."

Upon receiving Huang Zhengjie's call, Lin's father was somewhat surprised. "What's wrong? Has there been any unexpected situation on the battlefield?"

"The battle proceeded as expected, everything went according to the General Staff's predictions," Huang Zhengjie said. "However, Zhiyuan has returned, bringing with him about a hundred Shu soldiers."

"Zhiyuan?" Lin's father asked, somewhat surprised.

Hearing what Lin's father said, Lin's mother also came over.

During the phone call, Huang Zhengjie truthfully relayed what Lin Zhiyuan had said to Lin's father.

Lin's father laughed heartily: "This brat has the same spirit I had back then. He truly is worthy of being my son."

"Huang Zhengjie, you don't need to give Lin Zhiyuan any special treatment. Once he's in the crucible of war, whether he becomes a hero or a coward depends on his own fate."

After giving Huang Zhengjie a few more instructions about the precautions for the Binxi battlefield, Lin's father hung up the phone.

Lin's mother complained, "The Binxi battlefield is a bloodbath for millions of people. How can Zhiyuan withstand it? We should call him right away and tell him to come back."

"That's a woman's perspective," Lin's father said. "I already listened to you and transferred him back before, but now it's his own choice."

"If he makes another adjustment now, what will people think of him? Will he ever be able to hold his head up again?"

"Besides, he's just a minor major, how am I supposed to contact him?"

Lin's mother said, "Isn't Xiao Shang still with Zhiyuan? Just have the psychic send a message and Xiao Shang relay it."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing to broadcast this kind of thing on the radio?" Mr. Lin shook his head repeatedly.

"Besides, so many people's sons are on the battlefield. Ren Huasheng's son is even fighting as a platoon leader on the front lines. Why can't my son go?"

"Back when you were following me in the revolution, you weren't afraid to roll around in piles of corpses. Why are you being so fussy now?"

"Me, being all fussy?" Lin's mother snapped. "Let me tell you, you surnamed Lin, even with a knife to my throat, I wouldn't bat an eye!"

"But he's my only son. If he even gets a scratch, I'll never forgive you!"

You're sleeping on the sofa tonight!

Watching Lin's mother storm off, Lin's father snorted.

"Just go to sleep, it's not like we've never slept before, who are you trying to scare?"

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