Chapter 451: Not-Ordinary Military Supplies

Lu Cheng, who understands his sister, said: "Sis, you have to believe that day will come soon."

Lu Ying also looked forward, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you just called me—was it about something?"

Lu Cheng instantly hesitated, seeing Lu Ying's face full of doubt.

"What's the matter? You're not the nagging type—just tell me quickly."

Lu Cheng gave a wry smile: "It's a bit of a thing—I wanted to ask, how long has Lao Wu not written you a letter?"

Lu Ying's mood suddenly turned low: "You know, ever since he was transferred to the Southern Line, he hasn't sent any letters, and I don't know if he'll be back for the New Year. Ning Ning keeps asking me about Uncle Wu, and I have no idea how to answer her."

He'd definitely not return for the New Year, Lu Cheng inhaled: "Then have you ever written him a letter?"

Lu Ying took out a stack of stationery: "Well, of course I have—I'm used to writing him a letter every month, but it's all for nothing; I have no idea where to send them."

Lu Cheng took the letters; there were about a dozen.

"How about I think of a way to get the letters into his hands?"

He didn't know what the Frontline looked like now, but Lu Cheng thought that if Wu Zhekun could get these letters, they'd be a great comfort.

Lu Ying frowned and said, "You want to send the letters over? How would you deliver them—it's a combat Frontline."

Lu Cheng had to state the fact: "Hmm? I might be away for a while."

Lu Ying asked nonchalantly, "Where to? You just graduated, not working properly, and you want to wander around?"

Lu Cheng was silent for a moment: "No, sis, this time it's a mission—to transport military supplies to the Southern Line."

Lu Ying realized something and sprang up: "War's starting?"

Seeing his sister's worried expression, Lu Cheng reluctantly nodded.

Lu Ying grew more concerned: "Then, if war's happening, why are you running to the Frontline?"

"I'm going to transport military supplies."

"Then why send you? You're a Train Police—what does war have to do with you?"

Lu Ying raised her voice a bit, and Lu Cheng hurriedly looked out the window.

"Sis, keep it down, don't let Mom hear."

"I want Mom to hear; I won't let you go—it's too dangerous, you can't go."

Lu Ying was completely baffled, getting more angry the more she thought.

"Your lousy unit—war is a soldier's business; you're a Train Police, why are you getting involved? Anyway you can't go. If the unit forces you, just quit, have no job, and I'll support you."

Lu Cheng felt helpless; his sister said that out of concern for him.

No matter how they fought or cursed each other normally, the blood‑thickened bond never changes.

He helped his sister onto a stool and massaged her shoulders: "This mission is taken seriously; our Railway line already bears the crucial logistics role. If we can't supply the rear, how can the front fight?"

"That doesn't have to be you—you could pick someone else."

Lu Cheng smiled: "No matter who replaces you, someone has to go. Besides, escorting military supplies is a great honor and merit; others want it but don't get the chance."

Lu Ying was unconvinced: "Is merit important? Or life? I don't want a glorified plaque handed out later."

"Ah, sis, it's not that serious; I'm not going to the Frontline, just staying in the rear."

"Even that is dangerous—if fighting breaks out, shells don't have eyes; what if…"

Lu Ying suddenly fell silent; saying that was inauspicious.

"Ah sis, I told you, I'm not going to the Frontline; I'm safe in the rear…"

"No way! I think it's unsafe. I know you're good at fighting, but this is war—people use swords, spears, guns, and cannons; fists aren't as hard as bullets."

"Ugh, not just Mom's hurdle, even my older sister's I can't get past…"

"So sis, I'll go just once, hand over Lao Wu's letters to him, and I think he's written plenty of letters he wants to read to Ning Ning. You know, if they go without contact for long, he'll become unfamiliar with Ning Ning."

Hearing her brother say that, Lu Ying hesitated.

"But you…"

"I'm really fine, don't worry; I'll be extra careful. Okay, it's settled—don't tell Mom for now."

Lu Ying made a disgusted face: "You make me take the blame again; when Mom finds out, she'll definitely scold me."

"A slap is affection, a scold is love—this is something you should learn from me."

"Go, go, go…"

His sister considered it agreed; though he promised to go once, how long that one trip would be, Lu Cheng didn't specify.

These past two days, Lu Cheng stayed aboard the Special Train heading to the Southern Line, watching boxes of military supplies being loaded into the Carriage; he realized why Captain Lei placed such importance on this escort mission.

These supplies aren't simple daily goods; they're weapons and equipment—firearms, Bullet, cannons, shells, and the like.

And the shells are in huge quantity; it's unclear how many years of stockpiles have been amassed, all hauled out to completely flatten the White-eyed Wolf's positions.

Seeing so many firearms, he figured no man wouldn't like them; Lu Cheng couldn't keep his hands off them, touching left and right.

If you hauled a cannon home and placed it in the yard, it'd definitely be a protective talisman.

"Hey, don't damage it."

Hearing the sudden shout, Lu Cheng thought, if this thing can be broken by touching, it's useless even on the battlefield.

He turned around, about to see who said such an ignorant remark, and was instantly delighted.

"Squad Leader Ma?" Lu Cheng hurriedly jumped down from the Carriage and stepped forward to shake hands: "What brings you here?"

Last time, if it hadn't been Squad Leader Ma Dagang leading the Railway Troops to block Qin Shou's train, we wouldn't have been able to seize a few Educated Youth.

Seeing Lu Cheng, Ma Dagang was pleased: "I heard a police chief was pressing the train; so it's Lu Jingzhang—I'm relieved now."

"What? Squad Leader Ma also wants to ride?" Lu Cheng saw that not only Ma Dagang himself arrived, but also a whole platoon of troops.

Ma Dagang gestured to the Railway Troops he brought: "Indeed, although our work is engineering, our primary identity is as soldiers. Now that an enemy dares to cause trouble, we Railway Troops must shoulder the soldier's duty—first, to ensure the military transport line stays clear."

With Railway Troops accompanying, Lu Cheng instantly relaxed: "That's great; I was worried that a shell might fly in mid‑transport and blow up the Railway. Now that you're here, I have no worries at all."

Ma Dagang laughed: "What? I heard you've been promoted to a senior rank now."

Huh, I'm just a petty Section Chief, and it's a good time because I also want to ask you about the current situation on the Frontline. Let's get in the car and talk there.