Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Taking advantage of the wind and snow, the two men bent over and quickly maneuvered along the snowdrift to encircle the enemy.

The distance was closing. Ahead, through the snowstorm, five figures clad in white snow camouflage gradually came into focus. They carried heavy equipment on their backs and held Soviet-made AK automatic rifles in their hands, trudging laboriously towards the communications relay station.

They were indeed armed spies!

"Don't move! Drop your weapons!"

Lin Weidong suddenly stood up from behind a snowdrift, picked up his submachine gun, and let out a deafening shout in Russian.

The five spies clearly hadn't expected to run into Chinese patrols in this awful weather. The leader reacted extremely quickly; instead of surrendering, he immediately picked up his AK and fired a long burst in Lin Weidong's direction.

Da da da!

The bullets struck the snow in front of Lin Weidong, stirring up a cloud of snow.

"court death!"

Lin Weidong's eyes instantly turned icy cold. Without any panic, he rolled on the snow, dodging the enemy's bullets.

In the instant he rolled to his feet, his Type 56 assault rifle had already locked onto the leading agent.

The massive blast furnace spewed forth towering flames, turning the night sky a fiery red. Inside the factory, machines roared, and workers, clad in thick canvas work clothes, toiled in the sweltering heat.

Lin Fan, wearing a yellow safety helmet, stood on the iron corridor on the second floor of the workshop, his eyes fixed on the special steel ingots being poured below.

In recent years, under Lin Fan's tight control, Factory 101 has become the most important military steel base in the southwest third-line region of the country. Whether it's armor-piercing shells on the border or rocket casings in the sky, this factory has made its contribution.

Lin Fan's originally honest face was now tanned and rough by the fire, and his brows now held the composure and authority of a leader of a large state-owned enterprise.

"Old Lin, take a break. You've been keeping watch here for three nights now."

Ding Qiunan carried a thermos up the iron corridor. She is now the director of the factory's staff hospital and still maintains that aloof and detached demeanor, but when she looks at her husband, her eyes are full of heartache.

Lin Fan turned to look at his wife, a simple and honest smile spreading across his face. He took the thermos, opened the lid, and inside was a thick, flavorful chicken soup.

"This batch of steel is crucial; it's for testing the hull of a nuclear submarine, so we can't be careless." Lin Fan took a sip of soup, feeling a warm current flow through his body.

Just then, the workshop director rushed up, holding a red note in his hand.

"Director Lin, the Ministry of Heavy Industry's No. 1 Red Machine hotline is calling you. It's Minister Lin calling personally!"

Lin Fan's expression hardened, and he immediately handed the thermos to Ding Qiunan before hurrying towards the factory director's office.

Picking up the red secure phone, Lin Fan calmly said, "Yangzi, this is Lin Fan. Factory 101 has exceeded its military production target for this month by ten percent."

On the other end of the phone came Lin Yang's deep and powerful voice.

"Brother, you've done a great job with military production. But the task of Factory 101 is about to change."

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback: "Change? How so? Is the situation in the north tense again?"

"No, the alert in the north has been temporarily lifted." Lin Yang's tone on the other end of the phone carried a sharp edge, as if he was preparing for a major undertaking. "Sino-US relations have begun to thaw, and the international environment is about to usher in a brief window of opportunity."

"Brother, our country can't just have a military industry without people's livelihood. We can't just have tanks and artillery without fertilizers and modern civilian machinery. I've already approved the project in the ministry."

Lin Yang's voice exuded an air of domineering control.

"We need to conduct preliminary research on the '43 Plan.' The Ministry of Heavy Industry is prepared to invest billions of US dollars in Western capitalist countries such as Europe, America, and Japan to import complete sets of their modern petrochemical equipment, large-scale fertilizer production lines, and advanced civilian precision machine tools!"

Lin Fan's hand holding the phone trembled violently, and he gasped.

In an era that still loudly proclaims "self-reliance" and fiercely guards against Western capitalism, how dare Lin Yang propose using the country's foreign exchange reserves to buy core capitalist equipment? If those radicals were to seize on this, it would be an unforgivable crime!