Pusen was lying on the table as usual, holding a bottle of wine dripping downwards in his hand. He was the only one in the warehouse. There should have been three subordinates, and the three of them were looking for various reasons to go out.

The warehouse was used to pile up food. After the war began, the food was emptied, and now some military supplies are stored here.

He became a leisurely quarres officer.

The tightly-sewn door of the warehouse opened to the side, and the wine bottles discarded in front of the door were ringing randomly.

The two soldiers who came in covered their noses, and the wine in the warehouse was so irritating.

"What's the weird smell here?"

"Stop asking, get the things and leave."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Why don't there be one lying on the table? Ask him."

The soldiers walked to the front of Pson's bed, and one of them kicked the table: "Brother, who has the final say here?"

Pusen opened his eyes with a whimper, then changed his position and lay on his side. The wine bottle fell to the ground, and the glass slag broke all over the floor.

The soldier who kicked the table pointed to Pusen's incomplete position and gave his companions a look. After understanding it, the companions took out a note and put it aside.

"Our team leader asked us to get twenty boxes of soap, this is a list."

Pusen fumbled through the tabletop, and after touching the documents, he skillfully opened the drawer. The wrinkled documents were put into the drawer. He pointed in one direction: "In the middle of the third row, twenty boxes, don't take more."

The soldiers looked at each other and immediately went to the designated place.

After finding the items they wanted to collect, they piled twenty boxes on the ground and then started chatting in the warehouse.

"The front line has retreated ten miles. This is the third time this month. Just yesterday, I saw the wounded person who was sent down. I heard that the battlefield hospital is not enough to be accommodated, so I don't know where to place it."

"If I were the commander of Dale, I would have committed suicide. The people behind told the people that they were winning battles every day, the first victory was two hundred miles away from the rear, the second victory was one hundred and forty miles away from the rear, and the third victory was one hundred and thirty miles away from the rear. Are we winning battles while retreating?"

"I will fool the people. If Taihui's logistics were not always unable to keep up, he would have already reached the capital of Dale."

"Who said no? Two countries fight one country and retreat step by step. Let me tell you, those nobles are not good, they can't command at all. Just the way they play, I can do it."

"If you don't talk about this, why are we doing soap?"

"It is said that there are always infectious diseases on the front line. Isn't this the wounded transported them? Let's keep hygiene and not cause infection. This thing is very strange. Infectious diseases cause more loss of personnel than combat loss."

Listening to them muttering behind, Pusen opened another bottle of wine, and the alcohol continued to numb his mind.

When he was still sober, he would also think about some questions, but these questions had nothing to do with combat. In recent times, there have been many remarks like these two soldiers.

Including those in his warehouse, they are also saying such things.

To put it bluntly, the morale of the army has been declining recently.

A few days ago, he found that one of his subordinates resold supplies. Although the number was not large, it was a serious crime and he was going to be shot.

Pusen whipped the man a few times, took back the supplies that had not been taken yet, and only made up for the deficit before his most recent alcoholism.

After making up for a loss, he opened a bottle of wine to celebrate himself, and drank it until he was lying on the table and slept heavily.

Pson didn't know when the two soldiers left. In the afternoon, several carriages were parked at the door of the warehouse.

The recruits jumped out of the car with a few people and pushed the warehouse door open. After entering the door, he shouted loudly: "Are there anyone who is breathing? Come out for me! Damn it! I'm fighting hard on the front line! Where are the supplies!"

Several people came in with guns, which scared the administrators.

The new recruits were full of ruffianism, and the gun was pressed against the administrator.

The administrator who was counting the supplies asked weakly: "Your bill of lading?"

"I'm a Tinima's order!" The recruit loaded the pistol, "The gun in my hand is the bill of lading!"

"Don't make things difficult for us? There are rules here, and we cannot send them without the instructions from our superiors."

"Oh, that's it." The recruit raised his eyebrows, "Just say you want to die, right?"

"this……"

The administrator is timid. He has been in the job for so long. Everyone who comes here looks at his face politely. It is the first time that people are so coercive.

The administrators tried to fight again: "We will be held accountable for private delivery, so you can't report it. When the order is approved, it's easy to say. It's not easy, you can make peace with it."

If the recruits are very upset recently, they have to go through a program for everything. The program will take a long time to come, and sometimes they are not passed.

Today, when the recruit was urging such an administrator, the new recruit was reaching its peak of his anger. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Brothers, move two cars, and then, let's go to the arsenal, and then, to the granary."

This is obviously crazy, and only a few people are planning to rob it.

Several administrators were controlled by the recruits, and the remaining few rushed into the warehouse, moving boxes outwards, including sanitary supplies, brand new military uniforms, and bedding.

The two cars are far from enough. In order to get more, the things piled on the carriage are as high as the hill.

The administrator had no choice but to be stared at by the soldiers on the front line like wolves.

After the move was almost done, someone discovered the treasure and carried a few bottles of wine to show it to the recruits.

"Captain, these guys have wine."

"liquor?"

The recruit was even more angry when he saw the bottle of wine, so he walked over and gave a mouth to an administrator: "You guys still have some wine to drink!"

The administrator who was slapped was extremely aggrieved. If the drinker was not here, why should he be beaten for him?

"Split the wine!"

The soldiers didn't use tools to open the bottle and directly smashed the bottle mouth and drank with each person.

The wine was drunk, and the group was brave enough and shouted to grab the arsenal.

The soldiers let go of the administrator and walked out with a winning attitude.

An administrator wiped the sweat from his head: "My mother, what kind of thing is this? Isn't this a bandit? How could he do this?"

The recruits took their men to the outside of the warehouse and happened to see a one-armed guy.

Pusen pressed his hand on the car body, bent down to relieve the pain, drank too much alcohol and felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

The recruit was attracted by this one-armed man. At first glance, he looked very much like his old captain, but if you look carefully, his body shape is a little worse.

He walked over quietly, squatted down, and looked upwards.

What appeared before my eyes was a red-faced man who looked very uncomfortable.

"team leader?"

The recruit asked tentatively.

Pusen let go of the car body and pointed his finger at the recruit's face: "You are so brave to grab military supplies, and you even drank my wine."

"No, captain, why are you here? You're not transferred to the rear...ah, this is the rear. In other words, are you looking at the warehouse?"

The recruits were puzzled. No matter how they thought about it, they would never go to the warehouse, and they would not be able to do so in any way.

"You go away first."

Pusen pushed away the recruits, and spitted out his bile while holding the carriage.

When the pouring of the wine ended, he was so dizzy that he didn't think about anything and wanted to lie down and sleep.

He walked forward in a daze, and the recruits followed him tightly until Pusen lay on the table and snored like thunder.

The recruits were unbelievable. This person is really his captain? Is he a replacement?

He waved to an administrator: "Come here."

The administrator walked slowly towards the table with a trembling mood.

"Go quickly!"

The administrator takes a few quick steps.

The recruit pointed to the person lying on the table and said, "Take my captain, he wants water, have you heard?"

The administrator nodded wildly.

Pusen slept until midnight. When he woke up, his first words were to drink water. He covered his head that was about to crack and was in great pain.

The water was handed over, and he snatched it and drank it hard. After drinking a large cup, he was still thirsty. After handing over the water cup, he was surprised to find that the person who brought the water to him was the commander of the First Guards Regiment.

Any soldier will definitely be respectful when he sees his old superior, and this regiment commander is a decisive person.

The leader held Pusen down: "Don't move."

The regiment commander walked to collect the water, and then Pusen saw the recruits squatting aside honestly.

"Why are you here?" Pusen asked, his memory of a little blurry, as if the two had met once.
Chapter completed!