At noon, the head of the logistics regiment came to my tent with a thick account book. A large number of senior officers were waiting for him, waiting to hear the property list of our Ninth Corps.

"Hello, sir!" the logistics leader said, "We just calculated it."

"Read it out loud!" I nodded, "I want to see how miserable it is!"

"Yes!" the head of the logistics regiment read loudly, "Currently, our army is short of more than 49,000 sets of military uniforms. There are no gloves, shoes and socks in the warehouse, there are no beddings that should be provided to each soldier, there are no personal daily necessities, and there are no toiletries.

,No...the soldiers have no underwear, no towels, no personal hygiene at all..."

"Does the military know about these situations?" I interrupted the logistics leader, "What did they say?"

"Previous officers once reported to the military headquarters, and the military headquarters also received a reply." The head of the logistics regiment took out an official document, "The military headquarters reply stated that due to the complex composition of the Ninth Corps and the huge differences in the body shapes of the soldiers, there was no suitable equipment provided.

Give it to us...the quartermaster is working on it."

"When is this receipt from?"

"A month ago."

"A month ago." I nodded, "The Quartermaster--that is, Left Prime Minister Luhmann, he studied for a month?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, Your Excellency." The logistics commander sighed, "In the current Ninth Legion, I, the logistics commander, is the most laid-back. I don't have anything to take care of at all."

"Stop talking nonsense..." I glanced at him, "Give me the list!"

A long list of items was handed to me, and the dense numbers on it made my heart skip a beat.

"Jack!" I said, "go get the 1st and 2nd Guards together, and bring all the carriages with you."

"yes!"

"You, it's you." I patted the head of the logistics regiment on the face, "Hurry up and ask your soldiers to build a dozen large warehouses! You'll be busy soon!"

"Really! Sir?" The head of the logistics team suddenly beamed, "Leave the warehouse to me, absolutely no problem!"

"Carlos."

"yes!"

"I'll go to the military headquarters and leave the camp to you," I said. "While I'm away, I won't give anyone any face."

"Understood!" Carlos replied loudly, "I won't give anyone face!"

I took two Guards regiments and hundreds of carriages and set off in a mighty manner. The target was the Allied General Military Supplies Warehouse!

"You all listen to me!" I said to the two Guards regiments of more than 5,000 soldiers before setting off. "When we get to the warehouse, you will do whatever I tell you to do. If you obey the order, I guarantee that you will be fine; no.

If you obey orders, I will kill you!"

The soldiers of the two regiments agreed and set off in a mighty manner.

"Boss." Jack came to me halfway and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to get supplies." I said, "Otherwise, what else could I do?"

"Don't be ridiculous, boss." Jack frowned, "It takes two regiments of people to get supplies?"

"Remember Jack." I whispered, "No matter what happens, we have to say - we are going to get supplies, pay attention, we are getting them!"

"Hey, collar." Jack said with a smile, "I know."

"You also know that our current situation is not very good. There are two benefits to doing this." I said, "First, it will solve the lack of supplies in our legion, and second, it will boost morale."

"Of course it's to solve the material problem." Jack still didn't understand, "But how can we boost morale?"

I looked around and pulled Jack to the roadside.

"What is the army? The army is just a group of organized and disciplined bandits." I whispered to Jack, "The bandits all know to follow a good leader, and this is even more true for soldiers. Think about tens of thousands of people.

Staying in the camp, having to wear or not wear, having to eat or not, having fun or not - it would be strange if nothing happens."

"But……"

"It's nothing," I said, "I want the soldiers to know that if you follow me, you have a future and hope, and you can live a better life than others. Only in this way will the soldiers be obedient and work hard!"

"But I am a military judge." Jack said with a wry smile, "You actually took the military judge with you..."

"It's very necessary. You have to make sure that the soldiers don't hide supplies." I said, "These guys in our army have all kinds of problems!"

"Okay!" Jack said, "You are the boss and you have the final say."

I am very satisfied with his attitude. Not all military judges are willing to follow their superiors to do bad things.

Hundreds of carriages affected our speed. When we arrived at the munitions warehouse, it was already early morning on the third day.

The sun has not yet come out, and the munitions warehouse is still shrouded in mist.

I didn't expect that the munitions warehouse was so large. As far as the eye could see, hundreds of tents stretched continuously, forming a vast area.

A group of nearly a hundred cavalrymen appeared at the warehouse gate and came towards us.

"Stop advancing! This is a stronghold of the coalition forces." Still some distance away, the leading officer shouted on his horse, "Which legion are you from? Is there a commander leading the team?"

"Go," I said to a Guards officer beside me, "bring him to see me!"

After a while, the cavalry officer rode over.

"Lord Knight of God's Blessing! Good morning." He said, "Do you have any business coming to the warehouse?"

"Nonsense! Why should I come here if nothing happens?" I said, "Whose subordinate are you?"

"Replying to your Majesty!" he said, "I am the Major Commander of the Eighth Regiment of the Military Garrison Corps! I have been ordered to garrison the munitions warehouse!"

"Is the quartermaster here?"

"Reply to sir!" he said, "The quartermaster is not here! The deputy quartermaster is here!"

I was stunned. I didn't expect that the Prime Minister was not in the munitions warehouse, but this was good, it saved me a lot of time.

"Take your men and stand aside." I said to the major. "You are blocking my way."

"But sir..." The major officer hesitated.

I whipped him over, "You didn't hear me tell you to stand aside!"

"Yes!" The major officer stood obediently on the side of the road, looking pitiful.

"Why are you so sad? You're dead, daddy!" I whipped him again, "Can you be happy? Let's sing a song!"

"Yes! Sing." The major officer was whipped twice in a row, and he became a lot smarter. "When the buckwheat flowers bloom - when the poplar trees grow to shoulder height - my dear girl..."

Amid the lame love songs of more than a hundred cavalrymen, we entered the warehouse gate and arrived at a large square in the warehouse.

"Stop the carriage!" I told Jack, "and have all the officers of the Guards run over to me!"

More than fifty officers from the two regiments gathered around me and listened to my orders.

"Listen to me, the list has been given to each of you." I said with a straight face, "No matter what the situation is, whoever doesn't get something will look good on me!"

"Look at the look in my eyes. The expressions of the soldiers must be serious and fierce!" I said, "If anyone chirps, beat me! There is only one, and no one is allowed to die!"

"Yes!" the officers answered me neatly.

I turned around, grabbed a corner of my cloak with my left hand, and strode towards the quartermaster's office tent.

"Lord Knight of God's Blessing, you..." The deputy quartermaster had already received the news and was already standing outside the tent, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't you want to live anymore?" I grabbed his collar, "The supplies for the Ninth Legion have been delayed for more than a month, did you know?"

"I know! I know!" The deputy quartermaster was frightened. It seemed that I had killed hundreds of officers and he was still frightened. "Let go..."

"You know why, but you're still putting it off!" My voice became louder, "What's wrong? Do you want the Divine Blessing Knight to go to war with a group of naked soldiers?"

"No, that's not the case." The deputy quartermaster almost cried, "There is no suitable one in the warehouse..."

"Not a month ago." I yelled at him, "Not now!"

"Really not..." he said, "Maybe Lord Luman has other arrangements."

"I don't care if you die!" I said, "Have someone take us to the warehouse and we can choose!"

"Master Luman is not here - I, I don't have this right."

I frowned and said, "Military judge!"

"arrive!"

"No, no, no, don't call the military judge..." The deputy quartermaster immediately took out a bunch of keys, "I'll take you there, take you there..."

"It would have been nice to have done this earlier." I smiled slightly and said, "Be good."

From ancient times to the present, the saying "soldiers and bandits are one family" has been true. Although I repeatedly ordered that supplies must be collected according to the list, the warehouse was still in chaos. The reason was very simple. The eyes of all the officers and soldiers - all he

Mom is red.

Of course, I have a little bit too.

After the first tent door was opened, the fresh smell of linen hit the nostrils, and bundles of fabrics were neatly stacked - making these soldiers who had never worn a complete piece of clothing feel dizzy.

"Look, this is for the Second Army." said the deputy quartermaster. "It's all cloth, you won't need it..."

"How many sets of military uniforms can be made from one piece of cloth?" I asked, "How much does it cost to make military uniforms?"

"One piece of linen can make fifteen sets of large military uniforms." This is the responsibility of the deputy quartermaster, and he said it very fluently. "If you make fifteen sets of military uniforms, the labor cost is only one silver coin."
To be continued...