Blood-Red Front

"Clang!"

"oops!"

Lin Zhiyuan felt as if he had taken off, and then he plunged headfirst into a pile of cotton, which was not only soft but also had a faint fragrance.

When Lin Zhiyuan opened his eyes, he realized that he had not fallen into a pile of cotton, but into the arms of a beautiful woman in a white cheongsam.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Before he even started thinking, Lin Zhiyuan was already apologizing.

These days, you could easily get caught and instantly destroyed.

"I'm fine, are you alright?" The woman in the white cheongsam was unusually gentle.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

However, the next second, Lin Zhiyuan was stunned when he saw where he was.

truck?

Wasn't I supposed to be online all night fighting the Japanese? What am I doing here?

What's with this outfit I'm wearing? Where did this military uniform come from? And it's even in the style of a Republic of China officer!

Lin Zhiyuan looked up in surprise and looked around, only to find himself sitting in the back of a truck.

Besides him, there were several young men in suits and ties and socialites in cheongsams with big, wavy hair in the carriage, all of them swaying back and forth.

The truck was in the middle of a long convoy that was speeding along the highway, with large numbers of families moving in the same direction on both sides of the road.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, thick smoke billowed into the sky.

Before the bewildered Lin Zhiyuan could figure out what was going on, he heard someone start cursing.

"You bastard! How the hell do you drive?! Don't you know there are elegant ladies in the car?!"

A young man dressed in a green suit, with hair that looked like it had been slicked back with two pounds of hair oil, was gripping the truck's side panel tightly, cursing incessantly at the driver's cab.

The greasy-haired guy also lost his grip and fell, and he wasn't as lucky as Lin Zhiyuan, falling directly onto the carriage and bumping his head.

The greasy-haired man cursed a few times, and perhaps because his voice was a bit noisy, another young man in military uniform sitting next to Lin Zhiyuan, who was glaring at him, couldn't help but speak up.

"Stop shouting. Speed ​​is the most important thing right now. Just bear with it. A little bumpy is fine."

It was obvious that the person speaking was of higher status than the greasy-haired man, and the greasy-haired man immediately stopped cursing.

"Listen to Young Master Chang, spare these bastards. If this were in Kyoto, I'd whip them until their skin was torn and bleeding!"

The man with the greasy hair shut his mouth from cursing, but the carriage did not quiet down.

"The war is escalating, and even the concessions are no longer safe," someone said with a worried expression.

"I heard that the newly established country has already landed two divisions at Kawaguchi, and they are bombarding the area with planes and artillery every day. The entire Binxi area is probably going to be reduced to ruins."

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have launched the attack in the first place. Although we wiped out the three thousand Marines of the newly promoted army, we have now attracted their large army to retaliate."

The young masters expressed their opinions, the socialites looked worried, while Lin Zhiyuan seemed lost in thought.

Upon hearing the words "concession" and "rising," fragments of memories began to surface in his mind.

I've been transported to another world!

As a seasoned war criminal who had diligently studied games like Europa Universalis, Victoria, and Hearts of Iron, he knew all too well that when capital expansion was restricted, they would definitely eliminate other countries to strengthen themselves.

This is the nature of capital, and it cannot be changed.

At this point, the conflicting interests between countries have probably reached an irreconcilable level.

Lin Zhiyuan's current identity is that of a major staff officer in the Xia Kingdom's Ordnance Bureau with the same name, who is on orders to escort the equipment from the arsenal to its retreat.

As for the people in the car, apart from himself and another person in military uniform, Chang Weiguo, the rest were all children of high-ranking officials who hitched a ride away from Binxi.

Of course, the two men in military uniforms also have connections, otherwise they wouldn't be sitting together.

Lin Zhiyuan was sorting through his memories there, while the discussion inside the carriage continued unabated.

"Whether we fight or not, what can we, the younger generation, do?" Chang Weiguo said. "The only thing we can do is not worry our elders."

"Everyone, please bear with it for now. The mission of this convoy is to transport the equipment from the arsenal to the rear."

"However, we don't need to travel in trucks all the time. My father has already arranged for cars to be prepared in Suzhou. We can get off in Wuxian and transfer there. It will be much more comfortable then."

As he spoke, Chang Weiguo smiled at the beautiful woman in the white cheongsam who had been bumped by Lin Zhiyuan.

"Xiwei, I've prepared a Stypton car just for you. Take a good rest in the car and let the maid massage your legs."

Chang Weiguo's father was the Minister of Military Affairs, so arranging cars for him was a piece of cake.

"Thank you, Young Master Chang." Qian Xiwei smiled slightly.

"I just don't know if the cars arranged by Young Master Chang are enough. I'd rather not have my own car and squeeze in with everyone else."

"That's enough, that's enough." Chang Weiguo nodded repeatedly.

"Lin Zhiyuan, continue with the convoy. I'll drive for you. The remaining four people can share one car."

Qian Xiwei nodded and looked at Lin Zhiyuan, "Young Master Lin, why don't you come along too?"

"Although you and Young Master Chang are both majors in the Ordnance Department, you don't need to follow the convoy all the time. Why don't you ride in my car?"

"No need, thank you," Lin Zhiyuan declined.

In the memory fragments Lin Zhiyuan received, Qian Xiwei was gentle and understanding, but now Lin Zhiyuan didn't really want to talk to her.

The original owner of this body hadn't seen much of the world and might not have understood, but Lin Zhiyuan's phone was full of red and yellow messages, so how could he not understand these subtle details?

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's refusal, Qian Xiwei, who had been wearing a smile, stiffened.

Qian Xiwei did not want to be alone with Chang Weiguo, because that would force her to be bound to him.

Previously, Qian Xiwei had always used Lin Zhiyuan as a shield, and Lin Zhiyuan had cooperated. However, she never expected that Lin Zhiyuan would refuse so decisively this time.

Unlike Qian Xiwei, Chang Weiguo was excited and didn't want Lin Zhiyuan to get involved at all.

Qian Xiwei is the eldest daughter of the Qian family, a prominent cultural family. Marrying her would give him a huge political advantage.

Chang Weiguo immediately said, "The supply convoy needs someone in charge. We can't let these soldiers set off on their own. It's necessary for Lin Zhiyuan to accompany them."

Chang Weiguo was saying nice things, but Lin Zhiyuan ignored him and closed his eyes again.

He has more important things to do now than to compete for attention.

Since it's a time-travel story, there should be some standard cheat codes, right?

Come forth, Deep Blue!

The next moment, a futuristic projection screen appeared on Lin Zhiyuan's retina.

The C4ISR integrated military command system has been successfully loaded.

This system can integrate battlefield information through modules such as command center, communications reconnaissance, and intelligence surveillance to help commanders make strategic decisions and deploy troops.

Lin Zhiyuan's lips twitched slightly.

This cheat system is described in all sorts of sophisticated and professional terms, but Lin Zhiyuan can summarize it in just three words: minimap.

That's right, this is a mini-map similar to a game map. The mini-map can be zoomed in and out, and it also displays various intelligence and information.

At this moment, there was a large yellow dot in the very center of the minimap, which Lin Zhiyuan guessed was himself, and there was a line of small text below the yellow dot.

[Ordnance Bureau supply convoy.]

When Lin Zhiyuan focused his attention on this line of text, the minimap instantly zoomed in, and the details of the transport convoy were displayed on the screen.

[Fleet size: 25 medium-sized trucks.]

[Escort Unit: Shenpu Arsenal Security Company, 114 personnel.]

[Escorted Supplies: Lathes, Drilling Machines...]

The refreshed information was extensive, listing almost everything about the convoy, but Lin Zhiyuan wasn't particularly interested in it.

However, just as Lin Zhiyuan was about to put away the information and check if the minimap had any other functions, his gaze suddenly stopped on one of the messages.

[300 vials of sulfonamide.]

According to the memories Lin Zhiyuan obtained, penicillin has not yet been invented in this world, and the most important anti-inflammatory drug at this time is sulfonamide.

Of course, it's also possible that penicillin had already been invented but not yet mass-produced, which is why the original owner was unaware of it.

But none of that matters. What matters is that there's a battle going on at the front lines, so how could sulfonamides be being transported to the rear?

Just as Lin Zhiyuan, who had noticed the anomaly, was about to zoom in on the map and check each truck in detail, the truck he was riding in suddenly braked sharply again, and the truck was thrown into disarray once more.

The small map in front of Lin Zhiyuan automatically shrunk to the upper left corner of his field of vision.

The oily-haired man once again collapsed to the ground.

After the greasy-haired man scrambled to his feet, before he could even speak, the company commander of the escort unit jogged over.

Company Commander Chao Lin Zhiyuan and Chang Weiguo saluted and said, "Reporting to you both, there's an unusual situation ahead!"

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