Chapter 623 Promise (Part 3)

"The damn rain finally stopped."

The soldiers in the coalition bunker stretched out their hands, and in the humid and cold air, no more raindrops fell.

The heavy rain brought humidity, which led to more frequent inspections and maintenance, and the construction of necessary fortifications was carried out in the rain.

They also need to dig special drainage channels in the rain to divert water away from the trenches. Otherwise, with this amount of rainfall, their trenches will be flooded sooner or later.

It is also necessary to completely bury the corpses on the battlefield with soil, allowing the soil to wrap and decompose the corpses to prevent the diseases caused by these corpses that are too close from spreading to the coalition positions.

Moisture is a breeding ground for disease.

After a great disaster there will be a great epidemic.

Another coalition soldier handed the warm tea heated by the charcoal fire to his colleague. The tea heated in the heater dispelled the coolness in the environment.

"At least during this period of time, we don't have to worry about being attacked by those crazy people. Drainage channels have to be repaired everywhere... No, take a sip, the tea bricks just sent from the back are brewed..."

The drainage of the coalition's fortifications was also underdeveloped, but they were able to use monster infantry to turn up the soil and dig out temporary drainage channels.

Simple, effective, and more direct frontline engineering force.

On the contrary, automatic machinery is not suitable to exert its full performance in this muddy environment due to its excessive weight. The intelligent advantage of biological units is even more significant at this time.

At least the monster infantry will not get stuck in the ditch due to stepping in the air and cannot get up. It will take several infantrymen to carry the armored unit out of the ditch with self-rescue logs.

Excavate, extend, and make the shape of the battle line more suitable for one's own operations.

But no matter what, the heavy rain has changed the two fronts, which are several kilometers apart, beyond recognition.

"Hot tea, it's so good... Have you changed the supplier?"

The coalition soldiers took the hot tea handed to them by their colleagues. This was a resource provided by the lords in the rear under the operation of the war system.

No one can tolerate the situation where the frontline lords work hard while the rear lords sit back and enjoy the gains and farm in peace.

They are all grasshoppers on a rope.

Either pay a human tax or a resource tax.

Most lords wisely chose to pay taxes to ensure their existence. Those lords who could not tolerate the existence of "taxes" were politely "invited" out of this world.

An alliance with equal interests and obligations will last long.

"The farming lords are like this. The frontline lords only need to fight hard, while the farming lords at the rear have many things to consider."

His colleague shrugged, took a sip of his own hot tea, and felt refreshed.

Although a different lord supplied tea bricks, he couldn't tell the difference between the two tea bricks, but they both smelled so refreshing.

"The tea cubes were just knocked off the tea brick. Our team will be living on this tea brick for the next week."

Tea and tobacco are the most consumed materials on the front lines of the coalition forces. They are rich in mental boosting hormones that can restore the mental state of soldiers within the body's tolerance.

In layman's terms...it's a blood pressure reduction.

Tea leaves will be made into bricks and distributed to every front-line unit for soldiers to use, while tobacco will also be packed and sent to the front line after being suppressed to improve the combat effectiveness of soldiers.

Alcohol has a wider range of uses, and the quota allocated to the front line is not as large as that of tea and tobacco, but the high command will also allocate a certain amount of alcohol to the front line.

In difficult times, the morale of soldiers depends entirely on these munitions.

Adequate logistical support is a thousand times more important than false promises that cannot be implemented.

"I miss the previous sugar quota even more. With hot tea and a little sugar, I can have a comfortable sleep."

The taxes paid by the rear lords will be distributed to various sub-forces after deployment by the highest command system, and will be used as campaign resources to maintain the combat capabilities of the frontline troops.

"Be content, it would be nice to have tea. I asked the people in the logistics department before, and they said that all the transportation capacity on the entire front is used to transport ammunition and food..."

They sipped hot tea and complained about the supplies at the rear.

But even the current shortage of consumer goods is much better than when they were soldiers in the lord's army.

The lord's soldiers who once held cold weapons may not always be able to eat hot food, let alone have special quotas for tea, tobacco, sugar, and alcohol.

Horse-drawn carriages and piggyback transportation were no longer used, and the development of rail transportation by steam trains made it possible to secure frontline supplies.

However, transportation capacity still needs to prioritize the timely replenishment of ammunition and parts.

"The bullets were shot out like water. The machine gunners shot all the bullets we spent a long time carrying in less than ten minutes."

"There's nothing we can do about it. They're all machine gunners trained by elite marksmen from each company. Forget about the crossbowmen. There are two groups of archers in the third battalion who were directly recruited to serve as machine gun teams."

"Everyone was carrying cold weapons a few months ago. How could we adapt to the firing rhythm of machine guns so quickly? But we still have to send the shell casings to the logistics department."

"I heard that the high command is going to send instructors down to train these machine gunners hard and let them learn how to save bullets."

The two chatted without saying a word, lighting the small heater in the bunker to provide some warmth.

As a duty monitoring unit, they need to wait in the trench bunker until the clock has passed half a circle, and the next duty team will take over.

A coalition soldier looked up.

"I said, did any of us put lights in front?"

What?

"No, the new team hasn't set out yet... Didn't the brigade commander say that they should install some ever-burning lamps to prevent enemy attacks? They shouldn't have set out yet, and the equipment hasn't arrived yet... Why are you asking this?"

What is that light spot on the ground in the distance?

The coalition soldier grabbed the simple telescope on the table.

Two white shadows flickered on the horizon.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the continuous position hidden in the darkness in front of her, and her light white robe rose slightly with the movement.

She said.

"God said: Silence."