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Chapter Six

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."

"Well..." I thought for a moment, "We make the military uniforms ourselves! The wages are included in the fabric! Each piece of cloth counts as ten sets of military uniforms!"

"This... how can this be done!" the deputy quartermaster shouted, "Each piece of cloth is worth eight silver coins!"

"Move it for me!" I grabbed the deputy quartermaster and left, "Let's go to the next warehouse!"

The second warehouse was full of blankets, so I shook one out and called an orc officer to try it out.

"Sir." The tall orc officer answered me, "It's a bit short..."

"What do you mean it's a little short? It's simply too short!" I was very dissatisfied with what he said, "Two of them count as one, move it to me!"

In just one morning, we successfully "received" the supplies we needed. One hundred carriages contained more than 5,000 pieces of cloth, one hundred carriages of blankets, ten carriages of towels, fifteen carriages of gloves and socks... and...

There are water bottle belts and so on, and even a carriage of military rank insignia!

Anyway, we kept loading it until our carriage could no longer accommodate it.

All the soldiers and officers in the warehouse were squatting on one side, obediently counting their toes with their heads down, not daring to say a word.

Seeing that the disguise was almost complete, I stood on a carriage and spoke loudly to the soldiers.

"Soldiers..." I shouted at the top of my lungs, "from now on! These things belong to us! No one can take them away from us! No matter who it is, as long as someone robs the things on the carriage, we will follow

He fought hard!"

"yes……"

This is the first time that a soldier answered me with such a neat and loud voice!

"Pull out your swords!" I pulled out my long sword with a "swish" sound, "Don't stop on the road! Let's go!"

More than 5,000 soldiers from the two Guards regiments took out their swords from their scabbards, gripped their guns tightly, stared with blood-red eyes, and set off with bared teeth to protect the carriage.

Until now, when I arrived in the Ninth Army Corps, I have never seen soldiers with such enthusiasm. They were busy running back and forth. Just now they were helping push the cart with their faces red, and in the next moment they were standing guard at the intersection again.

If anyone showed the slightest intention of getting close to the convoy, they would be immediately knocked to the ground by a group of soldiers, then tied up and hung from a tree...

By the next day, military couriers were catching up with my motorcade one after another, bringing me personal letters from senior military officials.

The content of the letter is almost the same: Please consider the negative impact of this matter and stabilize the overall situation of the coalition forces... Send the supplies back immediately while there is still room for recovery, and the military will help cover up this matter.

"What should I do?" Jack asked me worriedly, "Boss, it seems like things are getting serious!"

"I am a Divine Blessing Knight, what can they do to me?" I chuckled, "Ignore them, they don't give us supplies, we just get what we deserve!"

"yes!"

On the third day, the convoy finally returned to the camp. Not only was the warehouse of the logistics regiment filled with supplies, but a large part had to be stored in the open air. The mountains of supplies left the soldiers stunned. After the bragging of the two Guards regiment soldiers,

After that, my prestige in the Ninth Legion quickly reached a whole new level.

Just because things are available doesn't mean that things are over. I know the problems of soldiers very well. Usually robbers, bandits or gamblers don't have much wealth. Although there are many reasons for this, the most hateful thing is to waste things easily when they come easily.

While I asked the head of the logistics regiment to step up the order of material distribution, I also issued an order. Before receiving the supplies, every soldier must recite it to the commander of the logistics regiment. When will he recite it and when will he be able to receive it?

Daily regulations of the Ninth Legion: First, take a bath at least once every ten days. Anyone who does not comply will be punished with twenty military sticks.

Second, take good care of the equipment. You are not allowed to wear military shoes to tread water, wear military uniforms to rub against walls, or write on blankets, belts, shoes and socks. Those who do not comply will be punished with twenty military sticks.

Third, wash up on time every day, keep the tent clean, change underwear once a day, and change military uniforms every three days. Those who do not comply will be punished with twenty military sticks.

After memorizing these, each soldier can receive a set of personal equipment. Except for military uniforms, there are not so many tailors around the camp. Although everyone nearby who can make clothes has been summoned, it will still take a while.

.

Correspondingly, the logistics group also built dozens of bathrooms and hundreds of toilets throughout the camp. I want the soldiers to bid farewell to their previous dirty and smelly living habits. If we don't do this, once the epidemic becomes popular in the camp,

Due to a large-scale disease, the losses are likely to be greater than the combat casualties.

More than ten days later, the distribution of supplies came to an end, and the military investigation team also came. In view of the violent tendencies of the Ninth Army—this time it was a full cavalry regiment.

The leader of the group was Winterhall Reni again, who seemed to handle these matters at the Allied Military Headquarters. She brought me a letter from Prince Carl Ulises.

The prince himself did not express too much concern about this "wrangling incident between the Ninth Army Corps and the Ministry of Munitions", but only asked me to fully state the matter in the letter.

I was already prepared and brought out a lot of evidence for Winterhal to take back to the military headquarters.

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency! I really admire you." Winterhal was very dissatisfied with the evidence I provided, "Can't you do something normal people do?"

"What? Do you think this is abnormal?" I asked her, "If you were the commander of the Ninth Legion and your soldiers ran around naked, what would you do?"

Winterhal's eyes bulged and he wanted to stand up and eat me alive.

"Don't get excited, that's not what I meant." I suddenly realized that she was a woman, how could I say this in front of her, "I was wrong!"

She tilted her head to the side.

"I said general." I asked her with a smile, "What was the reaction of the military department?"

"The temple faction." She hummed and answered me coldly, "It's very intense."

"Oh!" I knocked my head, "Then should I ask the people in the temple to calm down?"

"You've already done it." Winterhal answered me angrily, "The fabric has turned into a military uniform, how else can you make them calm down!"

"No, no, no! You misunderstood me." I said, "That's not my style - what I mean by calmness is to stop them from making noise."

"General, this group of soldiers who came with you." I asked her again, "Are they your direct troops?"

"No, they are directly under the Ministry of Munitions." Winterhal answered me, "They come from the Bansai Empire."

"That's right." I smiled, "General, I want to talk to you, or ask for advice on some questions. Can you go out with me? The scenery around the camp is pretty good."

"Your Excellency, promise to only talk about business?"

"Of course." I said very diligently, "I am the Divine Blessing Knight!"

"Can."

"please!"

"Look at me! I even forgot to arrange lunch for your soldiers." I complained and called an officer, and whispered to the officer, "Except for the guards of this female general, give the rest of the inspection team to

I'll cut myself into a naked pig - and beat the camp out with sticks!"

Then, I took Winterhal around outside the camp and asked her some irrelevant questions.

At this time, the law enforcement group and the logistics group were looting the cavalry regiment from the military headquarters. All their equipment was hidden in the warehouse by the logistics group.

When we returned to the camp, Winterhal found that in addition to his own guards, a cavalry regiment of more than 2,000 people was walking dejectedly on the way back to the military headquarters. At a glance, the road was full of white arms and thighs.

Puffing up his cheeks and knocking me on the scabbard, Winterhal returned to the military headquarters without saying a word. The men in the military headquarters were stunned, and the noise of the temple factions immediately disappeared, because they knew - I was not quite satisfied! (

To be continued)


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