Just when the insect swarm troops intervened on the battlefield and officially started a fierce battle with the hell army.
In the city of Harrogas at the rear of the battlefield, in a small stone house next to the logistics material storage warehouse, Anya, who was appointed by Qualkek as the army's chief logistics officer, was busy with the heavy task of dispatching materials.
There were not many helpers available in the city, and Anya had to temporarily borrow some people from the legion's reserves—the ordinary barbarians—to help her transport the strategic supplies to the front line.
Even professionals have to eat. Although they all have inventory slots that can hold a lot of things, in this emergency war situation, the inventory slots of professionals and mercenaries are usually filled with spare armor and spare parts.
Weapons, and various life-saving potions.
Therefore, food and other secondary strategic materials can still only be dispatched and distributed through her as the logistics officer.
Facing such an important battle today, Anya's nerves were tense and she did not dare to relax at all.
Just like now, she was standing at the door of her hut, shouting at the top of her lungs at the barbarian tribesmen who were loading supplies into the caravan.
"Peck! Don't worry about those empty boxes! Get all the supplies into the car first!"
"Matton! You loaded the wrong car! There are medical supplies over there, and what you are holding is food!"
"Dan! Get those damn vans closer! We need to save all the time we can!"
"Sean! Don't swing around with your axe. You're just transporting supplies. You don't have to go to the battlefield yet!"
Anya loudly commanded and arranged the tasks. In the open space in front of her, more than ten caravans filled with supplies were preparing to set off.
"Very good, very good, boys, that's it, let's go now, hurry up, our compatriots are still fighting bloody battles on the front line!"
Seeing that all the trucks were full, Anya relaxed a little. She waved her arms twice and told the caravan to leave quickly.
Looking at the convoy slowly walking away, Anya rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly, then took out a wooden bottle filled with spirits from the inventory, uncorked the bottle and took a big gulp.
She doesn't usually drink. Logistical statistics work requires a clear mind and precise calculations. If you get drunk, both of these will leave you.
But today was different. In order to prepare these important supplies, Anya had almost exhausted all her brain cells. She had to drink some strong alcohol to wake herself up, lest she could not hold on anymore and fall asleep directly.
Just as she stuffed the wine bottle back into her inventory and was about to turn around and go back to the house to calculate the next supply, a figure wearing a blue and white velvet robe suddenly walked towards her from the other end of the street.
"Uncle Sera, why are you here?"
Anya frowned and looked at the old man who slowly walked up to her with some confusion.
As the last remaining elder in the tribe, Nilasek should now be sitting in the Council of Elders when the big leader is away. What does he want to do here at this time?
"Long time no see, little Anya..."
A slightly gentle smile appeared on Nilasek's sinister face.
"I heard that the big leader asked you to coordinate logistics and supply matters. I was originally worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it, but now it seems..."
He took a look at the clean and tidy interior of the warehouse, with a satisfied expression on his face.
"You did pretty well."
"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Sera...but what are you doing here today?"
Anya smiled politely, but the doubt on her face still did not fade away at all.
"Can't I come and see you if I have nothing to do? When did we become so alienated?"
Niracek made a hurt expression, which made the kind-hearted Anya feel a little guilty.
"Of course not, Uncle Sierra... Well, you can come in first, it's too cold outside."
"Ah, thank you, dear Anya, but I really came to see you today to ask for your help with something."
As Niracek said this, he walked into the house along the door that Anya opened.
"Looking for my help?" Anya blinked doubtfully, then glanced at the warehouse outside the door, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he closed the door and walked into the house...
It soon started snowing heavily outside the house, and the thick snow slowly poured into the warehouse, even partially burying some supply boxes in the snowdrifts.
About an hour later, a convoy responsible for transporting supplies drove up the road. People in the convoy parked the vans at the entrance of the warehouse in order, and then waited for Anya to come out and help them sort out the transportation list.
Generally speaking, as soon as the material transport truck arrives, Anya will quickly come out of her hut, then quickly help the convoy sort out the material list, load the goods, and then watch the convoy leave.
However, this time, the convoy members outside the house waited for more than half an hour, but still did not see Anya come out of the hut.
"what happened?"
"I don't know, maybe Miss Anya is asleep?"
"This won't work. The front line is still waiting for this batch of supplies."
"Matton, go ahead and call, we can't afford to waste any time."
"All right."
The young man known as Marton jumped out of the car, walked to the door of Anya's hut, and knocked lightly on the door panel a few times.
"Miss Anya, we are from the logistics and transportation team. Are you there? Please open the door."
There was silence.
"Miss Anya?"
The room was still unusually quiet.
Marton frowned, feeling something was wrong. He was about to go back and report, but unexpectedly, the wooden door opened with a gentle push from him.
Marton glanced inside the house inadvertently, but was shocked by what he saw.
"Boss! Boss! Dan! Damn it, come here and take a look!"
After being stunned on the spot for a few seconds, Marton immediately shouted loudly.
Dan, the captain of the logistics team, frowned and also jumped off the caravan and ran to the door.
"Why are things so urgent? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, oh my god, what happened to our ancestors here?!"
Dan cursed and complained to Marton, and then followed his gaze into the room. The sight he saw immediately interrupted his complaints, turning his next words into a horrified exclamation.
In front of the two of them, they saw that in Anya's hut, the originally tidy and clean room had completely disappeared, and all they could see was a chaotic scene that looked like it had been blown by a tornado.
There were deep scratches on the thick ice stones on the walls and ceiling. The tables, chairs and benches in the house were in a mess, and all the furniture and beds were broken into pieces.
The pages in those thick parchment books were scattered all over the floor, and some of the papers still had marks of being hacked by knives and axes.
What is even more unsettling is that on the floor in the corner of the room, there is still fresh red blood remaining. In such a cold weather, this blood has not yet frozen, and it seems that it must have just flowed out of the human body.
"I think we should go back to the front line and report to the big leader..."
Marton swallowed dryly and said.
"You're right..." Dan responded with a hoarse voice and nodded. (To be continued)
