Chapter 713 General Winter Attacks (Part 1)

Britannia Empire 292/Holy Hiran Empire 214.

September 12.

In order to win the food war against the Knights of Michael, Vasili expanded the size of the logistics force.

Recruited all the civilians and livestock that could be recruited.

The original 500,000-man logistics force was suddenly expanded to 700,000.

The food war started, and the combat troops on the front line had an easy time. They only needed to eat, drink, defecate and urinate every day and complete the daily required training, but it was hard for the logistics troops in the rear.

In the previous offensive against the Avalon Fortress, the 300,000 troops on the front line suffered 50,000 casualties, including about 30,000 deaths.

Because there was really no extra strength to make up for the losses, the total strength of the combat troops on the front line, including the wounded, is now 270,000.

In order to feed the 270,000 troops who were fighting the Knights of Michael under Vasily's order, the logistics troops in the rear, from top to bottom, whether it was the quartermaster or the civilians responsible for transportation, were all working intensively every day.

After a busy day and counting a batch of food and grass that had just been delivered to the fortress, El could finally rest.

El was a third-class quartermaster. A low-level quartermaster like him had the most dirty and tiring work to do.

Dragging his tired body, El returned to his room.

El was Dominic's student. Because of this relationship, El still had some privileges in the army, for example, he had his own separate room in the Muhavitz Fortress.

After returning to the room and sitting on his bed, El sighed.

"How long will this idiotic battle last..."

Fighting a battle for food with the Knights of Michael who were defending the Avalon Fortress meant that the supply needs of the front line were like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much supply was thrown in, it could not be filled.

Fortunately, the logistics force was large enough, and with the strong national strength of the Holy Hilan Empire, it finally lasted from spring to now.

Even so, the supply line was barely able to hold on, and the entire supply line was very fragile.

Although El was only a small third-class quartermaster, he could still see that the supply line of the entire army was very fragile.

It was so fragile that if something unexpected happened, it would collapse.

El was very worried about this.

But he was of low status and power, and he could not do anything except worrying about it.

"I just hope that His Majesty can wake up soon and realize how ridiculous it is to fight a food war with the Knights of Michael..."

After praying in a low voice that only he could hear, El, who couldn't bear the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness, pulled open his quilt, then curled up in the quilt and went to bed.

El has always had the habit of getting up early.

Before dawn, El woke up under the influence of his biological clock.

El woke up, slowly got out of the bed, and reached out to take the kettle on the table beside the bed.

However——El's hand stopped in mid-air after reaching halfway.

Because after El got out of the quilt, he felt unusually cold.

"Hmm? No..."

El felt the abnormal climate.

For some reason, he had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

El hurriedly took the coat hanging next to him and put it on, and the coldness immediately eased.

He walked quickly to the window and opened the curtains.

El looked out the window blankly.

The view outside the window was distorted, and something that shouldn't have appeared at this time appeared.

It was... color.

The color of the world... the world changed.

Compared with yesterday, the color of the world changed.

With an incredible sigh, El looked up at the sky outside the window.

The sky was completely gray, and then it was damned [white].

White - looking at this color that was extremely cruel to the army and the supply line, El felt that the blood in his veins suddenly froze, and his hands, feet and torso did not obey him.

Relying on willpower, he resisted his feet that almost took a half step back, and resisted his throat and tongue that almost wailed.

This beautiful white is a very romantic white, the most loved by literary and artistic people, and the object that is most sung by poets.

But the white in front of him is a terrifying existence for the current Xilan army.

As if he wanted to melt the white snow in front of him with his eyes, El stared at the snow scene in front of him.

His clenched fists announced how uneasy El's heart was at this moment.

How much El hoped that he was dreaming now.

But the pain from his clenched fists told El that he was not dreaming now.

El had to accept the cruel fact in front of him.

——Why...why did General Winter come at this time!

The northern border of the Britannia Empire would not start snowing until the end of October every year.

It has always been like this.

And now it is only snowing in mid-September!

And the snow that is falling now is not the kind of goose feather snow. El has noticed that the ground outside the window is covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Trouble... trouble..." El couldn't help but groan in pain.

El now feels that his hands and feet are cold.

The transportation plans made by the elite quartermasters of the Xilan Army's logistics troops were all based on the premise that snow would not begin to fall until late October.

According to their original plan, they would not start transporting winter equipment for combat troops to the front line until early October.

And the appearance of General Winter more than a month earlier will completely disrupt the transportation plan of the logistics troops.

The logistics troops planned to start transporting winter equipment in early October, but General Winter came in mid-September...

In other words, during this period of time, the logistics troops did not transport any winter equipment to the front line at all...

El didn't dare to think about it anymore...

He didn't dare to imagine what the front-line army, which lacked winter equipment, would look like at this time.

"Bernard Third Class! Bernard Third Class!"

At this moment, a series of anxious roars sounded from outside his door.

El recognized that this was the voice of his superior, a second-class quartermaster.

El hurried to the door and opened it.

As soon as he opened the door, his superior immediately issued an order to him.

"Hurry up and go to Warehouse No. 5 of the fortress and count the winter equipment in Warehouse No. 5!"

"Hurry! We must deliver winter equipment to the front line as soon as possible!"

"Although there is not much winter equipment in the fortress, we should send as much as we can!"

"Get moving! Bernard, third class! We must send enough winter equipment to the front line before General Dong gets angry!"

"Yes!"

After saluting his superior, El rushed to Warehouse No. 5 of the fortress.

Although El had not had time to eat breakfast, it was not the time to eat breakfast now.

Because as his superior said-enough winter equipment must be sent to the front line before General Dong gets angry!