After transmigrating as the logistics chief of the Independent Regiment, Chen Fan thought he'd drawn the short straw. Then he awakened a mysterious [Logistics Support System].
Li Yunlong: “Fan, where's the Italian cannon for my second battalion?”
Chen Fan: “Commander, I don't have a cannon, but I just traded blueprints for a steelmaking blast furnace for an artillery battalion. Want it?”
Zhao Gang: “Comrade Chen Fan, the base area is facing a serious food shortage. I'm afraid we'll go hungry this winter.”
Chen Fan: “Don't worry, Political Commissar. I have a potato-growing technique that can boost yields for three years, plus a home-brewing manual for penicillin. I guarantee our soldiers will have enough to eat and medicine when they're sick, and the local families will have food to spare.”
Kong Jie: “Old Li, could I borrow that logistics chief of yours for a few days? I'll trade you a whole regiment!”
From then on, the Independent Regiment went completely off the rails. While other regiments worried about running out of a few dozen bullets, the Independent Regiment's soldiers were already wearing custom bulletproof vests. While other regiments charged with broadswords, its artillery battalion was calculating firing patterns for area bombardment.
