Evgeny, the centurion of the First Pioneer Battalion of the Federal Army, is a 46-year-old veteran. Since he joined the Federal Army at the age of 16, he has participated in five cross-sea operations in total, including this time. In terms of qualifications, even some school-level officers in the middle-level federal army cannot compare with him.

However, due to his extreme alcoholism and repeated violations of military discipline, Yevgeny's career in the Federal Army was not smooth. At nearly fifty years old, he still stood firm in the position of centurion. Those soldiers of his same period, who could survive until now, basically had thousands of people under his command.

However, Yevgeny didn't care about this. There was only one reason why he joined the Federal Army, that was to have a full meal.

When Yevgeny was very young, he knew that staying in the Permafrost Islands would only go hungry, but following the army to fight, he could get enough food rations - the military's priority was always the first priority within the entire Northern Federation.

Compared with the Rhine Empire, the food of the Federal Army can only be said to be average. Even for the front-line combat troops, the staple food was just oatmeal porridge, black liba, pancakes that were hard as hard as stones and some potatoes used to fill the gap in the military rations. In the early stages of the war, they could also get extra rations such as smoked fish, bacon and vodka, but as time continued, these things gradually disappeared from the meal scores of the Federal Army soldiers, and the proportion of bran and wood chips mixed in black liba was greatly improved. Their taste was very poor and could not be digested, but they could make people's stomach and intestines feel a false sense of fullness and neutralize the gastric acid secreted by hunger.

Although the Federal Army occupied the largest city on the north coast of the empire, the city had not stored much food. In addition, when the city was broken, four of the six granaries in the inner city were burned by alchemy bombs, and the remaining two were burned by the remaining soldiers of the Imperial Army who had no hope of breaking through. The supplies the Federal Army could obtain from this city were very small.

Relying solely on cross-sea transportation, it is impossible to support such a large army, and collecting food from local residents is just a drop in the bucket - a large-scale famine has broken out in the city of Floating Ice Harbor, and more than a hundred people have starved to death.

As a port city, fishery is naturally an important part of the food source of residents of Floating Ice Harbor. However, at this time, it is in a fishing moratorium during the dark season. Most fish in the cold wind strait will migrate along the coastline to the relatively warm southern waters, and the entire north coast is almost in a state of no fish to catch.

In Evgeny's impression, this time the capture of Floating Ice Harbor was an unprecedented victory for the Federal Army, but this victory made the Federation step by step into a difficult situation.

The oatmeal porridge began to become thinner and thinner. When one spoon was enough to scoop a little bit of wheat paste. The rest were all clear soup and watery, and the portion of the black liba began to gradually decrease. When it was just landing, each soldier could still get a 15-pound pound of black liba every day, but now, he doesn't even have a pound a day...

There have been several vicious incidents in the city where soldiers robbed civilians because they were too hungry. However, in fact, the robbed civilians did not have much food at home.

Although Yevgeny was just a centurion and was still a thousand miles away from the decision-making level above, he knew in his heart that continuing to stick to the Floating Ice Harbor would be a dead end for the Federal Army, either withdrawing back to the Permafrost Islands or advancing south.

Just conquering a floating ice harbor has no practical significance for the Federal Army. Only by continuing to attack and relying on war to support the war can the value of the floating ice harbor as a bridgehead can it be exerted. This city will become a frontier stronghold of the Federal Army, connecting the frontline of the battlefield with the federal lands across the sea.

There are mountains of supplies in the imperial fortress in the south. As long as the fortress is captured, the problem of supply will be solved.

Evgeny's 100-man team belongs to the First Pioneer Battalion. The area they are responsible for defending is three outposts in the southern suburbs of Floating Ice Harbor. Evgeny patrolled the trenches on the outside and returned to the camp, just in time for dinner.

The sensation of tightness came from the empty and shriveled stomach. It had been ten hours since the last meal. Looking at the heat rising from the camp, Yevgeny swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket, rubbed his hands and stepped into the camp.

As soon as he walked into the camp, he noticed something was wrong. Although everyone was looking forward to a meal, at this time, complaining about something is inevitable, especially when the food supply is getting short of recent times. Yevgeny heard the laughter of his soldiers today, and the air was filled with a smell of meat and alcohol.

Yevgeny was slightly stunned, and a feeling of indescribable arises. As a veteran who has been in the army for thirty years, he already knows many things without anyone telling him.

Steamed oatmeal porridge was boiled in the huge marching pot, and chopped jerky and smoked fish floated in the porridge. The cut black liba was placed on the canvas beside it, and more than a dozen potatoes were stuffed into the fire pit under the pot.

Several soldiers gathered together, holding a tin kettle in their hands, but the kettle was not filled with water. A dozen meters away, Evgeny could smell the unique fragrance of vodka.

Several soldiers who were drinking porridge first saw Yevgeni coming back. They immediately smiled and said to Yevgeni happily: "Boss, what day is today? The logistics troops who are usually stingy actually sent a lot of food, including fish and meat... and vodka! The brothers below couldn't help but open two bottles first..."

"Everything is started, and all the wine is opened, so that the brothers can drink enough." Yevgeny's lips squirmed for a moment, but he still couldn't say what he originally wanted to say.

"All open?" The soldier looked at him in amazement. He wanted to be stingy. Their centurion was no less stingy than those officers of the logistics troops. There were even rumors among the soldiers that even if it was a vodka bottle cap, Evgeny could lick it for a week, and even if there was no smell of alcohol, he would not be willing to throw it away.

"It's all open... I haven't smelled the wine in half a month, so I can't hold it in my mind." Yevgeny said, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards the south.

As a unit on duty on the periphery, banning alcohol was originally a very strict military discipline. Even if you get the rations of alcoholic beverages, you must drink it during the rest of the board... But at this time, the logistics troops sent so much vodka, and the implicit meaning of the logistics forces was already clear.
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