At this time, a burst of cheers broke out from the front of the team, and someone shouted loudly: "We're here, we're here~!"

Archbishop Santos stood up from his horse with his stirrups on, put his hands on his eyes and looked forward, seeing a gray-black city wall in the distance.

The flag of the peacekeeping force is on the city wall, fluttering in the wind.

Archbishop Santos breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "Finally we arrived on time. You can take a good hot bath at night."

Because during the exercise, the small universe suddenly exploded. Bishop Santos finally passed the assessment, but he lost too many times. If you really want to talk about it, he is still at the bottom.

Therefore, his troops did not take the main attack mission, but followed behind to eliminate bandits, recruit stragglers from all walks of life, maintain local security and so on.

However, although this kind of task seems simple and not very dangerous, it is also extremely difficult. Although the number of dispersed Southern Army soldiers or bandits is not large, they are running around. Or you have to find someone

A place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack must be defended to the death.

Moreover, they all come in small groups, so it is extremely troublesome to clear them out.

Archbishop Santos worked very hard to deal with them. He often only entered the city once every ten days and a half. He had to take a good rest.

This time, he finally completed the mission and received the order to transfer back the main force. He was overjoyed immediately and without caring much, he pulled the troops out.

After such a long journey, when he saw the military station in front of him and finally had a place to rest, Archbishop Santos felt tired and uncomfortable, itching from top to bottom, and he was so anxious that he would not even want to rest for a moment.

Be patient.

This is a small town marked as Depot No. 27, one of the destinations of the Fourth Army.

As for its original name, it has been ignored for a long time. Everyone calls this small town after Military Station No. 27 because it is called that name on the map.

This is a military material storage and transfer point located behind the battle line. The legions going south must receive sufficient supplies here, and then rush to the battle front several hundred miles away. Such supply stations must be set up every two to three hundred miles.

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Thanks to the efforts of the engineering troops, the original small town has disappeared and has now become a huge military supply warehouse.

The Fourth Holy See Legion was stationed in a flat area outside the city. Archbishop Santos led several officers from the headquarters and led a long team of carriages to the military station to receive supplies.

This was their last supply before entering the battle line, and Santos didn't dare not be careful.

As we got closer, the first thing we saw was the eye-catching gap in the city wall. Nearby were the rubbles piled up after the city wall collapsed, all of which were blasted open by artillery.

The peacekeeping troops attacked this small town just like they attacked all cities. They fired dozens of artillery pieces at the city wall for more than ten minutes. Of course, the thin wall of the small town could not block the artillery fire.

After the gap was opened, the infantry rushed forward and the city was captured. Because at this time there were few living people near the city wall. The remaining southern troops in the city either fled or surrendered.

The gaps in the city wall were just casually filled with wood and gravel, so it was easy to climb up.

At the city gate, a group of guards stood behind Juma, waving to Archbishop Santos and the others, and shouted loudly: "Stop, stop, check. Show me your ID."

Archbishop Santos was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and said: "We are our own people."

The guard said impatiently: "Nonsense, of course I know he is one of my own."

"How can..."

The guard waved his hand, interrupting what Archbishop Santos was saying, and said in an official tone: "Sir, this is an important military supply area and is responsible for the transportation of supplies for hundreds of thousands of troops. It is extremely important.

The safety here is related to the lives of hundreds of thousands of our Laohe troops. If there is a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous.

There is an order from the summit that everyone must be inspected.

Therefore, I can only apologize, sir."

Archbishop Santos glared at the guard with dissatisfaction. If it were any other soldier who dared to talk to a legion commander like this, Archbishop Santos would have gone up to teach this impolite guy a lesson.

But when meeting this person in charge of logistics, even Archbishop Santos lost his temper. Not only could he not be angry, but he also had to be careful to laugh with him, which made him feel very aggrieved.

Who let these grandchildren hold supplies in their hands?

If they annoy them, although they dare not refuse the quota of supplies, they will find other ways to create trouble for others.

Either pick out items that are about to get moldy, or give away items that have been poorly stored and have been damaged by exposure to wind or sun.

For example, flour infested with worms, rice moldy, dried meat infested with maggots, military uniforms gnawed by rats, and other inferior things.

Those who get it can only admit that they are unlucky and have nowhere to sue.

Even though Lorraine and Grand Duke Julius had clearly defined rewards and punishments in running the army, there was nothing that Grand Duke Lorraine could do about this kind of unspoken rule that was obviously not to be violated.

Mildew and rat infestation of materials are normal losses, which are unavoidable during storage and transportation. Usually whoever suffers from them is unlucky.

A fair way is to divide the goods in turns, 80% of the goods are good and 20% of the goods are defective. If you piss off the logistics, just wait and receive 50% to 60% of the goods.

If you are dissatisfied, even if you take the lawsuit to the peacekeeping force headquarters, there will be no way to comment.

Nowadays, the logistics department is a more untouchable boss than the Military Justice Department and the Military Police.

Archbishop Santos was embarrassed, he had to swallow this breath, and there was nothing he could do if he didn't. If he really took a defective product back, the soldiers would point at him and scold him.

Archbishop Santos jumped off his horse, took out his ID and handed it to the officer next to him.

"It's from the Fourth Army..." The officer flipped through it carefully, then took out a form and said to himself: "The Fourth Army, let me take a look..."

The officer rummaged through the pile of papers as if he was looking for something, but he couldn't find it.

Archbishop Santos sighed secretly, he had seen too many such scenes in recent times.

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Chapter completed!