Blood-Red Front

Having learned from the previous experience, the mortar company will run away immediately after opening fire.

At this point, the 98-kilogram weight of the 100mm mortar becomes an advantage. After being disassembled into three parts, each part weighs only about 30 kilograms, which any person can easily carry.

Faced with guerrilla-style mortar fire, the initial mine-clearing work of the newly promoted army progressed very slowly.

However, even at a slow pace, the true nature of the minefield was gradually discovered by the newly promoted army.

Looking at the mousetrap and rotten nails on the table, Okazaki's face turned red with anger; he felt his intelligence had been insulted.

"Baka yarou!" Okazaki gritted his teeth. "We're blocked by this junk? It's laughable!"

"Brigade commander, there are also real booby traps, but most of them are pull-activated mines made from hand grenades. When you remove the fake mine on top during mine clearance, the hand grenade below will explode."

Hearing that it was fine not to clear the mines, but that clearing them actually resulted in people being blown up, Okazaki became even angrier.

"Baka yarou! Attack! Attack!" Okazaki roared, slamming his fist on the table.

"Brigade Commander," the chief of staff hurriedly whispered, "it's getting late. Should we have the frontline troops set up positions to prevent a night attack by the enemy?"

Incredibly annoyed, Okazaki realized, after being reminded by the chief of staff, that he had been acting rashly.

"Build up positions! Launch another offensive at dawn."

"In addition, notify the 14th Field Heavy Artillery Regiment to accelerate its advance; we need heavy artillery to participate in the battle."

"Hi!"

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As the sun set, the Niutou Mountain area finally quieted down.

Guan Jianchu brought over a stack of documents, all of which Lin Zhiyuan needed to process.

"Sir, the battle situation report from headquarters has also arrived," Guan Jianchu whispered.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't even look up. "I can already see the arrow on the map."

"Sir, the newly promoted army has advanced to Wulong Mountain Fort. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it."

"Not that fast," Lin Zhiyuan said. "Wu Fuxian bought Kyoto's defenses a lot of time, so it's unrealistic for the newly risen army to break through so many layers of defense in a short time."

"I hope they can hold out, otherwise the more we persist, the more dangerous it will become," Guan Jianchu said.

Lin Zhiyuan said, "It would be great if we could equip the 404th Squadron with a U2 aircraft. If we could scout out the enemy's deployment and take out the newly launched anti-tank witches, our next battle would be much easier."

Just as Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, someone outside suddenly spoke up, "You can sell your body."

Lin Zhiyuan looked up and saw Mu Ya walk in.

"Qian Xiwei is a pilot now. I heard she's in Lujiang. You can call her and ask."

Lin Zhiyuan decisively chose to ignore Mu Ya's first sentence and turned to look at the communications officer.

"Could I get the phone number at Lujiang Airport?"

"Okay." The operations staff officer nodded.

Lin Zhiyuan walked to the phone. "Connect me to Lujiang Airport."

"Hello, this is Lin Zhiyuan from Squad 404. I'm looking for Qian Xiwei."

A moment later, Qian Xiwei's voice came: "Zhiyuan?"

Although the call quality was poor and the sound was somewhat distorted, Lin Zhiyuan still recognized it immediately.

There's no way around it, it's just too tight, at least 5 plus signs.

"Ms. Qian, I'd like to ask, are you a pilot? What kind of aircraft do you fly?"

"Zhiyuan, you didn't call me that before."

"Miss Qian, I..."

"Xiwei. Otherwise, I'll hang up."

"Okay, Xiwei."

Lin Zhiyuan felt the murderous aura behind him growing stronger, but he still forced himself to ask, "What kind of plane are you piloting now?"

"U2 bomber."

"That's great!" Lin Zhiyuan said excitedly. "Could you come to Niutou Mountain? I'd like to ride in your plane to conduct a reconnaissance mission over the enemy's territory."

"This isn't up to me; I need to apply to my superiors."

"Then I will submit an application to headquarters immediately."

"No need, I'll apply for it," Qian Xiwei said with a smile. "Find a flat area, at least 150 meters long, and then use two rows of bonfires to guide the way to a running track."

"No problem, I'll have someone take care of it right away."

U2 aircraft do not require a dedicated runway; they can take off and land in any flat area. Although Niutou Mountain is a mountainous area, finding a flat area is not difficult.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiyuan turned around and saw Mu Ya staring at him, while Shang Kebing beside him was also secretly glancing in his direction.

Lin Zhiyuan coughed and solemnly told Guan Jianchu to quickly find a place to set up the track.

Both Qian Xiwei and Lin Zhiyuan have powerful connections. Although airplanes are valuable, going through the reconnaissance procedures is still very simple.

Two hours later, accompanied by the loud sound of a tractor, a biplane landed along the two campfires.

Once the plane came to a stop, the bombardier in the back seat jumped off, while Qian Xiwei, dressed in a leather jacket, leaned against the fuselage and looked at Lin Zhiyuan standing by the fire, smiling, "Anyone want to take a ride?"

Lin Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and climbed into the back seat.

"I suggest you wear something warmer; it's cold in the air."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan was about to ask the soldier next to him to find him some clothes when he saw Mu Ya walk over with a coat.

Upon seeing Mu Ya, Qian Xiwei, who was about to grab the leather jacket, kicked the package at her feet further in and said instead, "The reconnaissance will definitely pass over the Rising Army. You can bring a few 60mm mortar shells and throw them at them."

"That's a good option."

Lin Zhiyuan quickly called to the soldier next to him and asked him to get a few shells.

Soon, six mortar shells were brought over, and Lin Zhiyuan boarded the plane and took off.

Because of its proximity to the front lines, Qian Xiwei did not fly directly south after takeoff. Instead, she first rapidly climbed to the east before turning and flying towards Moling.

Sitting in the back seat, Lin Zhiyuan ignored the cold and took advantage of this rare opportunity to conduct continuous reconnaissance. Except when he was marking on the map, his binoculars never left his hand.

With the help of Qian Xiwei's plane, Lin Zhiyuan finally found the trail of the newly ordained witch.

Lin Zhiyuan was drawing when the engine noise suddenly stopped and the plane entered a taxiing state.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately said, "Let's not go south, let's turn east."

"Not going to Moling?"

"I'm not going. The newly promoted army has already engaged in combat with me today. Moling now only has some logistics units of the newly promoted army. There's no point in going anywhere. I plan to just wander around over the enemy's head."

From the air, Lin Zhiyuan could observe far more than he could at Niutou Mountain. By observing the density of the initial troop movements on the minimap, he could easily determine the enemy's troop deployment.

"Okay." Qian Xiwei shifted the gear lever, and the plane headed east again.

Taking advantage of the engine's silence, Lin Zhiyuan asked, "How did you become a pilot?"

"What? You look down on women? I'm the number one female athlete in the flying club."

Qian Xiwei comes from a prestigious family and appears gentle and refined. She is skilled in all kinds of power struggles within the household, but deep down she dislikes being restricted.

When Qian Xiwei first encountered an airplane, she fell in love with the feeling of soaring freely, and she dreamed of having a pair of such wings.

"It seems like there's only one woman in the flying club," Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Lin Zhiyuan quickly changed the subject. "Where's Chang Weiguo? Where did he go? I haven't seen him since I got back to Kyoto."

"Chang Weiguo?" Qian Xiwei chuckled twice. "He went abroad to study armored warfare in the Yusa Federation."

Upon hearing that they had gone abroad, Lin Zhiyuan scoffed disdainfully, his contempt for the Chang family growing even stronger.

Lin Zhiyuan felt indifferent to living a life of luxury.

It doesn't matter if they create pretexts to plunder the people's wealth.

When capitalists act as compradors, they make money by exploiting the state, and it doesn't matter to them.

But you have to step up when it matters!

Even if you have to deliver the goods, you can't run away!

Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to mention the name "Chang Weiguo" again, and picked up the binoculars once more.

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