292 years of the Imperial Calendar of the Britannia Empire/214 years of the Imperial Calendar of the Holy Hillan Empire.

September 12th.

In order to win this battle against the Knights of Michael, Wahiri expanded the scale of his logistics forces.

All the conscripted husbands and livestock were recruited.

The original logistics force, which was originally a scale of 500,000, suddenly expanded to 700,000.

The war between soldiers and food began, and the combat troops on the front line were relaxed. They only needed to eat, drink, defecate and urinate every day, and complete the necessary daily training, but it was a pain in the logistics troops in the rear.

In the previous offensive against Avalon Fortress, 50,000 were injured and killed in the 300,000 troops on the front line, of which about 30,000 were killed.

Because there is really no extra effort to supplement the losses, the total strength of the combat troops on the front line, including wounded soldiers, is 270,000.

In order to support the 270,000 troops who were fighting against the Michael Knights under the order of Wahiri, the logistics troops in the rear, from top to bottom, whether they were military officials or civilians responsible for transportation, worked at high intensity every day.

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

El is a third-class quartermaster. A low-class quartermaster like him has the most dirty and tiring work.

Dragging his tired body, El returned to his room.

El is a student of Dominic. Because of this relationship, El still has some privileges in the army, such as he has his own separate room in the fortress of Muhaviz.

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

"When will this kind of bastard battle last?..."

Fighting with the Knights of Michael who were defending the Avalon Fortress was destined to have the supply demand on the front line like a bottomless pit, and no amount of supplies to be thrown in can be filled.

Fortunately, the logistics force is large enough and has the strong national strength of the Holy Hillan Empire, so it has finally been going from spring to the present.

Even if it is the case, the supply line is very barely supported, and the entire supply line is very fragile.

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

Fragile enough to have something unexpected happens, you will fall into a state of collapse.

El was worried about this.

But he was low in power and 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 soldiers and food battles with the Knights of Michael..."

After praying quietly at a volume that only he could hear clearly, El, who could not bear the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness, pulled open his bedding, then shrank into the bedding and began to sleep.

El has always had the habit of getting up early.

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

Al woke up and slowly emerged from the bed, reaching out to get the kettle placed on the table next to the bed.

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

Because after El came out of the bedding, he felt unusually cold.

"Hmm? No..."

El felt the abnormality of the climate.

For some reason, a sense of unknown premonition arose in my heart.

El hurriedly took the coat hanging next to him and put it on, and the cold immediately calmed down.

He quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains.

El looked out the window blankly.

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

It's...color.

The world's... The color of the world has changed.

Compared to yesterday, the color of the world has changed.

With an incredible sigh, El raised his head and looked out the sky outside the window.

The sky is completely gray, and then the damn [white].

White - Looking at this, which was extremely cruel to the army and the supply line, El felt that the blood in his blood vessels suddenly frozen, and his hands, feet and torso were not obedient to his orders.

Relying on his willpower, he forced himself to hold back his feet that almost took a step back, and he forced himself to hold back his throat and tongue that almost wailed.

This beautiful white is a very romantic white, the most popular among literary and artistic people, and the object that is most sung by minstrels.

But the white in front of us is a terrifying existence for the current Sheeran Army.

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

The clenched fists announced how uneasy El was in his heart at this moment.

How much El wished she was dreaming now.

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

El had to accept this ruthless fact before him.

——Why... Why did General Dong come at this time!

The northern border of the Britannian Empire does not start snowing until late October every year.

This has always been the case.

And now it’s just mid-September!

Moreover, the snow that is falling now is not the kind of goose-capped snow. El had noticed that the ground outside the window was covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Trouble... Trouble..." El couldn't help but let out a painful moan.

El felt cold now.

The transportation plans formulated by the elite quarantine officers of the Sheeran Army’s logistics forces were all formulated on the premise that snowfall would begin in late October.

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

And this General Winter, who appeared more than a month in advance, will completely disrupt the transportation plan of the logistics troops.

The logistics forces plan to start delivering winter equipment in early October, and the Winter General arrived in mid-September...

In other words, during this period of time, the logistics forces have not delivered any winter equipment to the front line at all...

El could no longer think about it...

I dare not imagine what the front-line army lacks winter equipment will be like at this time.

"Bernard third class! Bernard third class!"

At this moment, waves of anxious roars rang out from outside his room door.

El heard the voice of his commander, a second-class quartermaster.

El hurried to the door and opened the door.

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

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

"Let's get fast! We must deliver winter equipment to the front line as soon as possible!"

"Although there is not much winter equipment in the fortress, you can get as much as you can!"

"Move! Bernard third-class! You must send enough winter equipment to the front line before General Winter is fully showing his power!"

"yes!"

After saluting his commander, El rushed toward Warehouse No. 5 in the fortress.

Although El hadn't had time to have breakfast, it wasn't the time to have breakfast now.
Chapter completed!