Amid everyone's expectant gazes, Zhang Tie turned his eyes to Lu Yishan. "Now that we have torch oil, naturally it must be put to use. Of all its applications, aircraft come first, and aircraft require airfields. Yet across the four provinces of Huan-Kang, Zhou, Ning, and Bing under the Western Pacification Protectorate, there is not a single dedicated airfield. Lu Yishan, I hereby appoint you as Superintendent of the General's Logistics Office as well. I will assign you one airship and twenty guards. Carry my command arrow and build airfields throughout the four provinces of Huan-Kang, Zhou, Ning, and Bing. Half a year from now, I want a Class A airfield every eight hundred kilometers and a Class B airfield every three hundred kilometers within those four provinces. Can you do it?"
"Your subordinate is already familiar with the construction standards for every airfield in Torch Dragon Territory. I dare issue a military pledge—if I fail to complete the task by then, Master may cut off my head!" Lu Yishan stood up excitedly and thumped his chest as he spoke.
Lu Yishan had little confidence in doing other things, but when it came to building airfields—especially in a war zone, with Zhang Tie's support—he had a bellyful of ways to fulfill Zhang Tie's demands. In the second half of last year, he had built more than twenty airfields in Torch Dragon Territory and You Province. He was already thoroughly practiced at it. This task was far too simple for Lu Yishan, yet once it was done, the credit and prestige would be immense. That was why he was so excited.
Zhang Tie nodded, picked up a command arrow from the tiger desk before him, and had a guard at his side hand it to Lu Yishan.
After Lu Yishan accepted