Back to the 90s: I Helped the Beautiful Factory Manager Become an Arms Tycoon

The war on the border of Chongzuo City has entered a critical stage.

The soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom were driven back in defeat because their firepower was simply too poor; they were no match for the Monkey Kingdom.

"Commander, we have to abandon this position. If we hold on any longer, we will surely be wiped out."

The command center was already teetering on the brink of collapse from the shelling, and could crumble at any moment.

The commander, looking disheveled, sat behind a sand dune, frowning as he stared at the situation above.

"How long until reinforcements arrive?"

The commander did not want to retreat now, as the residents behind had not been completely evacuated. If they retreated now, those residents would become victims of the war.

The guard replied, "The nearest reinforcements won't arrive until tomorrow, but we just received orders from above that a new batch of weapons is being delivered. Judging by the time, it should arrive by noon today."

“But we may not be able to hold out for much longer. Our brothers have suffered heavy casualties, and we don’t have many men left. Commander, you should go first. We can handle things here.”

They cannot leave; they must hold their ground to buy more time for the people in the rear to escape.

They can sacrifice themselves, but the commander cannot. He must leave; his role is greater than all of them combined.

Upon hearing the guard's words, the commander frowned and rebuked, "Nonsense! How can I leave?"

"I'm telling you, our lives are all the same. Once we're on the battlefield, there's no possibility of deserting. We are the people's soldiers. Our people haven't been safely evacuated yet, so we must hold our ground to the death. Even if it means shedding blood to pave the way for the people, it's worth it."

The commander, exuding righteousness, finished speaking and then walked out with a simple telescope.

The trenches were already filled with the bodies of wounded and dead soldiers. The commander was heartbroken to see this.

But he had no choice. If the country wanted to develop, someone had to make sacrifices. His generation had already worked very hard, so let everything end with his generation.

From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they had already decided to use their own lives to ensure a peaceful life for their descendants.

"Commander, be careful."

Just as he was observing the enemy troops, a shell landed nearby.

The guards were the first to see him and rushed over to pin him down.

The explosion made the commander's ears ring and temporarily deaf, while the guards protecting him were injured internally, with mouthfuls of blood gushing from their throats.

Because of difficulty breathing, blood even entered his nasal cavity and flowed out of his nose.

"Zuo Yun, hang in there. I'll get the medic to come and treat you right away. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Even after his hearing returned, the commander still felt dizzy and disoriented from the bombing.

But he didn't have time to think about anything else; he could only hold the medic tightly and reach out to wipe away the blood he had vomited.

Lying in the commander's arms, Zuo Yun said weakly, "Commander, I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself."

"Zuo Yun, hang in there, you'll be alright. I promised your mother I would bring you back safely."

On the battlefield, life and death are common occurrences. One second your partner is laughing and talking with you, and the next second they may die in your arms.

The commander had seen too many of these scenarios and thought he was used to them.

But when Zuo Yun, who was only fifteen years old, died in his arms, he still felt very sad and in great pain.

He hates war and despises war.

If there were no war, children like Zuo Yun, who are fourteen or fifteen years old, could live peacefully.

Without war, so many families would not be torn apart and people would not have died. War is the root of all suffering, and those who initiate wars are the people who deserve to die the most in this world.

“Commander, I can’t go back. If you can go back, tell my mother that I was brave and did not disgrace her.”

"Commander, do you think we will win? Are the things we are doing today the right thing?"

He was too young to understand why a war had to be started, or why so many people had to die.

"We will definitely win, and what we are doing is the right thing. Only when our generation finishes the war can our descendants live in peace."

"Don't worry, Zuo Yun, everything we did today was worthwhile."

Zuo Yun fantasized that if he really lived in a peaceful era, it would be a wonderful thing.

Without war, without bloodshed and sacrifice, he could go to school, go fishing with his friends, climb trees to steal bird eggs, and even grow up, get married and have children.

If future generations can live in such an environment, then their sacrifice will have been worthwhile.

With beautiful fantasies in mind, Zuo Yun slowly closed her eyes.

The commander had little time to grieve, as a new wave of enemy attacks began.

"Commander, we can't hold off this attack. The enemy's firepower is too strong and their numbers are too numerous. You should retreat first."

Explosions echoed around the command center, which, already in a precarious state, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The explosions continued, and the chief of staff had to run back from the front line to remind the commander to evacuate immediately.

"Bullshit! Do you think I'd just abandon so many brothers and run away?"

"Damn it, today we'll fight them to the death. We can't let the enemy break through the defenses and enter the city."

The commander got angry, grabbed his gun, lay down next to his soldiers, and opened fire on the enemy.

If you're destined to die, then die with value. Taking as many enemies as possible down with you before you die is also a great thing.

Seeing that he wouldn't listen at all, the chief of staff had no choice but to run towards him amidst the artillery fire, thinking that it would be great if he could save his life at this critical moment.

The enemy relentlessly pursued them, pressing them relentlessly, seemingly intent on trapping them here to their deaths.

"Reporting to the commander, we've run out of bullets and grenades."

As if things weren't going to go wrong, they were already at a disadvantage, and then they ran out of weapons.

Without weapons, this battle cannot continue.

"Damn it, they messed up at the crucial moment. Never mind, fix bayonets, take as many as you can. We Chinese have plenty of backbone, we will never surrender, we will never be slaves of a conquered nation."

Under the commander's leadership, everyone knew they were doomed, but their morale was exceptionally high.

We've run out of bullets, so all we can do now is fight to the death. Taking down one enemy would be a bonus.

Upon hearing the silence of gunfire, the commander from the Monkey Kingdom became extremely excited and immediately ordered his soldiers to launch a full-scale attack, determined to annihilate the enemy that very day.

However, just when everyone thought the Chinese military was doomed to defeat, an unexpected turn of events occurred.