Blood-Red Front

By the time Lin Zhiyuan returned to the camp after carefully inspecting every corner of the position, it was already midnight.

Upon seeing Lin Zhiyuan return, Shang Kebing, who had been waiting, stepped forward and took his military uniform jacket.

Lin Zhiyuan handed a handwritten report to Wang Xiaoliu and said, "These are some problems I've discovered. Send them to the regimental headquarters immediately and ask Regiment Commander Ji to take them seriously."

"Yes!" Wang Xiaoliu ran out of the regimental headquarters.

Shang Kebing said, "Young Master, you've been walking all day. Let me get you a basin of water to soak your feet."

"Um."

Lin Zhiyuan slumped into the chair.

Throughout the entire day since he transmigrated, he had barely stopped, constantly traveling or fighting, and was truly exhausted.

Soon, Shang Kebing brought over an enamel basin filled with about half a basin of hot water at the perfect temperature.

"Where did you get this enamel basin?" Lin Zhiyuan asked curiously.

During the daytime march, Shang Kebing clearly had nothing in his hands.

"It was sent by the company commander," Shang Kebing said softly. "He said it was bought by a fallen soldier with money given to him by the young master. He originally wanted to use it to get a wife when he got home, but now he doesn't need it anymore, so he sent it to the battalion headquarters."

Although the Shu army did not enter the most prosperous concession, and Binxi is still in a period of war, as the only international metropolis in Xia Kingdom, the prosperity of the outer area of ​​Binxi has already surpassed that of Shuzhou, and many soldiers have bought things that are rare in Shuzhou.

Looking down at the enamel basin, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly felt that the red patterns on it were a bit glaring.

"This basin will be mine from now on, please keep it safe for me."

Lin Zhiyuan took off his military boots and put his feet in the water.

"Mm." Shang Kebing nodded, squatted down, and put her hand into the water.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Zhiyuan bent down and grabbed Shang Kebing's arm.

Shang Kebing looked up, a hint of confusion on her face. "I need to wash the young master's feet."

"No need, I can wash it myself."

"I used to wash for the young master."

"That was before, it won't be necessary anymore."

Shang Kebing remained silent, lowering her head and not raising it again.

Within seconds, Lin Zhiyuan saw water droplets fall into the basin, creating ripples.

"Why are you crying?" Lin Zhiyuan was bewildered.

He had never encountered such a situation in his two lifetimes combined.

Shang Kebing remained silent.

Lin Zhiyuan said helplessly, "Go ahead and wash me, go ahead and wash me. If you're willing, I'll even let you wash my butt from now on, okay?"

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's words, Shang Kebing chuckled and said, "That will have to wait until later."

After washing Lin Zhiyuan's feet and drying them with a cloth, Shang Kebing took a small stool, sat down, and placed Lin Zhiyuan's feet on her lap.

"Young master, these large blisters will affect your walking tomorrow, so I've picked them out for you. The remaining small ones won't have a direct impact, so let's keep them for now."

Lin Zhiyuan had never walked so many roads before, and after walking all day, his feet were covered in blisters.

"You can do whatever you want."

Lin Zhiyuan leaned against the stool, looking at Shang Kebing's serious face. He felt that she looked a little easy to bully, but he also felt a little reluctant to bully her.

Shang Kebing carefully popped the blood blisters that were making it difficult for him to walk, and then sprinkled some medicine powder on them.

"Young master, all the white cloths in the camp have been used to bandage the wounded soldiers' wounds, so there's no way to wrap the feet. This is the only way."

"That's good enough," Lin Zhiyuan said. "Actually, even if we leave it alone, the blood blister will burst on its own."

Shang Kebing shook her head. "If it gets chafed inside a leather boot, the leather will tear off when you take it off."

"I've already made up a bed for you in the underground bunker next door, young master. Go and rest."

"OK."

Lin Zhiyuan quickly washed up and got up to go to the nearby cover.

By the light of an oil lamp, Lin Zhiyuan saw a cot and a small bed made of wooden planks inside.

Lin Zhiyuan turned to look at Shang Kebing, "You sleep in the small bed?"

Lin Zhiyuan was just a little puzzled, but to his surprise, Shang Kebing's face turned red instantly.

Shang Kebing waved her hands frantically, "No, no! I can't..." before Miss Mu comes in.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Zhiyuan reached out and pinched Shang Kebing's mouth shut.

"What did you say? What I mean is that you don't need to serve me here tonight. You can go to the back and rest with the logistics staff."

"Also, the Miss Mu you're talking about is Mu Ya, right? I have nothing to do with her."

The blush on Shang Kebing's face faded, and she lowered her head again without saying a word.

"Sigh..." Lin Zhiyuan sighed helplessly.

"If you do this, won't I become a spoiled brat who expects everything to be done for him?"

Shang Kebing looked up. "Isn't that right?"

"Bringing you into battle is already going too far. If I treat you any better, won't people complain?"

"No, that won't happen." Shang Kebing shook her head and said confidently, "As long as Young Master can lead everyone to victory against the despicable Chusheng Army, no one will have any complaints."

Lin Zhiyuan lay down on the bed and stretched. "That's what you think. If everyone is unwilling at that time, even if you cry, you will still have to stay with the logistics team."

No, it won't.

Shang Kebing blew out the oil lamp and lay down on the small bed.

In the darkness, the bomb shelter fell silent.

A few minutes later, Shang Kebing suddenly said again, "Young Master, you've been different since you took those Shu soldiers with you."

"Oh? How is it different?"

"It's just different now."

"So do you think it's better now or before?" Lin Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

Shang Kebing fell silent again.

Once the bunker quieted down again, Lin Zhiyuan, exhausted, soon began snoring.

Shang Kebing, lying on the wooden plank bed, looked up at Lin Zhiyuan's direction and then closed her eyes.

……

Across the Wenhe River.

Tanikawa inspected the position and then walked into the 68th Regiment Command Post from the outside.

The chief of staff stepped forward and reported, "Commander, the troop strength has been adjusted. I have concentrated the entire First Battalion on the right flank, and we are ready to launch an attack at any time."

"Okay." Tanikawa nodded: "Tell the Second and Third Battalions that they must keep the Xia army on the other side occupied tomorrow, and under no circumstances should they be allowed to support the right flank."

"Once the First Battalion crosses the Wen River, the enemy will inevitably retreat completely. The Second and Third Battalions must seize the opportunity, cross the river quickly, and plunge inward."

A fully-strength infantry battalion of the newly promoted army has 1100 men. Although the 68th Regiment is not currently at full strength, Tanikawa believes that as long as the defending forces on the other side do not receive a large number of reinforcements, breaking through the position is inevitable.

"Yes, sir!" The chief of staff stood at attention. "I will have all units prepare for the breakthrough."

"After breaking through, if the enemy scatters and flees, do not blindly pursue them. You must penetrate inward as quickly as possible," Tanikawa emphasized.

"As long as we successfully outflank the rear of the Xia State's central army group, the Xia army in Binxi will be forced to retreat in all directions, and then all that will be left is to pursue and kill them."

Tanikawa extended his right hand and clenched it in the air. "Once we annihilate Xia's 60-strong army, the entire Xia Kingdom will fall into our hands!"

"Hi!"

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