The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, as if it was going to melt the entire earth.

At this time, Qizhou Station was crowded with people and bustling with activity. Trains were roaring in and out like giant steel beasts.

This platform, which has just undergone large-scale expansion and renovation, is now bustling with activity as never before.

On the platform, all kinds of supplies were piled up as high as a mountain, which was dazzling.

Countless staff members were shuttling around, some carrying things on their shoulders or using various means of transportation, and were busy loading the trucks in a tense and orderly manner.

This battle is undoubtedly a life-and-death battle for all those involved.

Everyone knows that this battle can only be won and cannot be lost. We must go all out and fight to the death!

Therefore, every staff member on the scene is contributing their best efforts to ensure that the front line has adequate supplies and lay a solid foundation for the ultimate victory.

In order to ensure the logistics of the frontline soldiers, Fang Yu directly ordered people to open the provincial grain reserve warehouse, emptied out all the family wealth that had been saved with great difficulty, and did not leave a single grain of food, vowing to live and die with the frontline soldiers.

As for vegetables, meat, fruits and watermelons, Fang Yu bought them in large quantities without hesitation. As long as the people had them and were willing to sell them, the government would buy them all at the highest price of the day.

Whether the war can be won or not is another matter, but there must be no mistakes in the food supply. This is also one of the necessary issues that Zhang Ye repeatedly emphasized.

The brothers are staying on the front line, bleeding and sweating, and it is not certain whether they can survive to the next day. They must eat and drink well and leave no regrets.

"Boss Fang, we're short on wagons and need more. The supplies just brought in from the arsenal are still lying around in the square. We can't afford to waste any more time!"

In the crowd, the director of logistics mobilization ran to the station office breathlessly, holding a huge stack of lists. He didn't even bother to knock on the door and started shouting as soon as he entered the room.

After going through this every day, everyone has become numb. Over time, there are no longer so many etiquettes and greetings. People just get straight to the point and never beat around the bush.

Fang Yu, who was calling the arsenal, waved his hand slightly, indicating that he should wait a moment.

"Yes, it's the guard plate and bucket. Didn't they draw the blueprints last time? How soon can they be ready?"

"There's a war going on at the front line. How can this thing last for half a month? Are you kidding me?"

"It will take at most four days for the first batch of products to be ready. I'll be there to check them out then!"

After saying this, without waiting for a response from the other party, Fang Yu put down the phone, looked at the logistics director and asked.

"Why, not enough wagons?"

"Yes, there are no more wagons to carry the 300,000 rounds of ammunition that were just delivered."

The logistics director took two steps forward, handed the sweat-soaked list to him, and reported.

"There are still 200,000 kilograms of watermelons waiting in line for transportation. If we keep going like this, we're really running out of time."

"First, distribute the ammunition and vegetables. These are urgently needed at the front and cannot be delayed any longer."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yu leaned on the corner of the table and said with a headache.

"Check how many operating trains are still in the three provinces and requisition them all to ease the transportation pressure."

"It has stopped. Qindao and Gangcheng stations are busy loading trains, but it's still not enough."

The logistics director had a sad face and stamped his feet anxiously.

Two hundred thousand or three hundred thousand soldiers on the front line are waiting for them to deliver supplies. If they fail at this time, it will be a disaster.

"Don't worry, wait for me to think of a solution!"

Fang Yu's head was buzzing and his vision went dark because of him. He was staggering as if he was drunk and almost fainted.

"Hey, Mr. Fang! Are you okay, Mr. Fang?!"

The secretary who had been standing by hurried forward to support him, looked at the logistics director angrily and scolded him.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! They're pushing us like crazy! Everything's rushing now. If there's no wagons, won't you think of a way? They come to Mr. Fang for everything. He hasn't slept for two days and two nights!"

"I...I..."

The logistics director's face turned red after being yelled at by him. He wanted to explain, but when he saw Fang Yu's weathered face, he swallowed his words back.

At this point, all the logistical burdens fell on Fang Yu. He needed to coordinate with dozens or even hundreds of departments, which really exhausted him.

But there is no other way, he is the only one who can do this job. After all, in this special situation, only he can give the green light and coordinate with various units nearby.

"call……"

After taking a short breath, Fang Yu leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested, while whispering.

"As I just said, send the strategic materials over first. If there are really no wagons, mobilize transport vehicles to run to the Central Plains."

"In short, the supplies on the list must be delivered within the specified time."

"Yes, Mr. Fang, I'll do it right away."

The logistics director nodded repeatedly and hurriedly left the room, asking him to take a short rest.

If we continue like this, even an iron man cannot withstand such great pressure.

Ding Ling Ling!

As soon as the door closed, the phone on the table rang. Fang Yu opened his eyes suddenly, forced himself to pick up the receiver.

"I'm Fang Yu!"

"Boss Fang, the copper mine is in critical condition. We can only produce for another week at most. At the current rate of consumption, the front lines will use up all their stocks in three days at most!"

The person in charge of the arsenal was hiding in his office, urging anxiously.

"I have a suggestion. Move the foundry directly to the smelter, cast on site, and then bring it back for loading!"

"Okay, let's implement your plan!"

Fang Yu agreed to this without any hesitation.

Special matters must be handled specially. In the current situation, everything is based on productivity. As long as the shells can be produced within the specified time, even starting a furnace in his office will do.

boom!

A violent explosion suddenly resounded through the sky, like a bolt from the blue, catching everyone off guard.

Fang Yu, who was answering the phone, had no idea that something like this would happen. Before he could react, he saw a dazzling flash of fire, followed by a powerful oncoming impact. The tightly closed door in front of him was simply vulnerable to this force and was instantly blown into the air, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

Fang Yu's frail body, like a kite with a broken string, was directly picked up by this huge force and slammed hard against the wall.

With a dull "bang", the whole person hit the hard wall heavily, and then slid down weakly.

At the same time, the situation at the station was even more terrible.

Looking around, the ground was littered with the mutilated bodies of the porters, with their limbs broken and lying in all directions on the ground. The scene was extremely bloody and horrifying.

The supplies that had been packed and ready to be loaded onto the vehicle were now scattered everywhere, creating a mess.

The train parked on the side waiting to depart was like being lifted up by an invisible big hand, and it overturned to the ground and went off the track. The carriages were twisted and deformed, the windows were shattered, and the air was filled with thick smoke and a pungent smell.