As soon as he came out of Colonel Wood's battalion office, Mu Yang saw Lieutenant Claire Terry waiting outside.

  "Claire, I've finished my business. Now let's go to the military supplies department. By the way, you and I will carefully discuss why the military officer wants to deduct our things. What are they deducting?" Mu Yang asked.

  "Bread, flour, canned ham, biscuits, meat paste, and dried cheese are still okay. Beef, vegetables, butter, seasonings, and tea have all been reduced by a third. Cigarettes and cigars have been cut in half, but they also gave some chewing tobacco. Coffee, sugar, jam, lard, and liquor are no longer provided." Claire carefully told Mu Yang what the quartermaster had deducted.

  But to Mu Yang's ears, such a meal can only be described as sumptuous. In 1918, if China's warlords treated their troops with such standards, probably the whole of China would have been willing to follow him into battle.

  But now Muyang is the commander of this British army regiment, and first of all, these benefits that should belong to him are being deducted, Muyang will definitely not be happy about it, and naturally wants them back.

  Upon arrival at the quartermaster's department, Mu Yang met Major Eugene, who was in charge of supplying the entire West Yorkshire Regiment. The quartermaster's department did not directly report to the regimental headquarters and received dual management, as supplies were issued from above and the logistics of the entire army were handled by the General Staff Department. Therefore, although Eugene was also a major, in his eyes, a battalion commander like Mu Yang was just a local bumpkin who wouldn't be taken seriously unless Colonel Wood came.

  "Major Williams, I've told you before, the battalion's supplies are short, and this is all that headquarters has issued. You want me to take care of you, but what about the other companies? They don't need anything either? This is all we have for this month. If you want cigarettes and liquor, talk to me next month."

  Major Eugene said those words with a proud tone, then turned around and ignored Mu Yang, making Mu Yang feel angry. But for the time being, there was no good solution, after all, Major Eugene was in charge of logistics supply.

  Go find Ate for help? Ate is the logistics officer of the division, as long as there is Ate's approval, Eugene will definitely not deduct their regiment's things. However, the division is at least a dozen miles away from here, and it would take at least half a day to come and go, and it's not even certain that Ate can be found. The main thing is, for such a small matter, Mu Yang feels a bit embarrassed to find Ate.

  "Major Yevgeny, I don't care about your reasons. What I know is that the supply standards for our troops cannot be changed at will, and there are supplies here. But you're withholding them from us. What kind of logic is this? We're risking our lives on the front lines, can't we even fill our bellies?"

  "Major Williams, you have your responsibilities and I have my job. The reduction of supplies is not my responsibility. If there's anything wrong, you can report it to the higher-ups, but that's all for this month." Eugene was somewhat angry, daring to argue with him, next month's supplies will be reduced even more.

  "Mr. Eugene, are you sure you want to do this?"

  "I still have work to do, now please leave Major Williams alone." Eugene said with a somewhat mocking gaze at Mu Yang.

  Mu Yang had the urge to go up and punch him, but that would be of no use. In his heart, he thought silently, you little brat, just wait for me, at most tomorrow, I'll make you look good.

  Mo Yang turned around and left, taking Claire outside with him.

  "We'll go back first and come again tomorrow. If he still doesn't give it to us, I'll directly blow his head off." Mu Yang said fiercely.

  "Commander, let's just forget it, if you hit Eugene, you'll be punished."

  "Don't worry, even if I beat him up, I won't be punished. Let's go back and see the situation in the troops first," said Mu Yang.

  The two left the village where the troop was located, and on the dirt road outside the village, a team of soldiers responsible for transporting supplies were waiting for them. This was still Mo Yang's first time seeing his own soldiers, with familiar faces and unfamiliar faces inside.

  This is not a good place for chatting, and Muyang did not stay long. He took his soldiers back to the defense zone directly.

  The front line was about two miles away from the village where the battalion headquarters was located. The soldiers lined up in a row, with several mules loaded with goods and supplies. The troops trudged along the dirt road, advancing slowly. After more than ten minutes, a long, crisscrossing, endless trench appeared in front of them.

  "Brothers, come and transport goods quickly." Claire shouted on top, and suddenly many soldiers appeared below.

  One by one, wooden ladders were set up against the moat, and people began to transport things down.

  Mo Yang descended the ladder into the trench. The trench was about three or four meters high, with a stepped slope at a height of two meters, allowing people to stand on it and shoot outwards. The passageway at the bottom was about two people wide, and due to the heavy rain in the previous few days, there was a lot of accumulated water inside the trench. Although some areas had been covered with templates as flooring, many other areas were exposed, making it feel like walking through a muddy swamp.

  Mu Yang felt that this place was not much different from a pigsty, with rotten mud and a foul smell, the soldiers' clothes were all covered in dirt.

  "Come on, Lieutenant, let's go to the construction site. These supplies can be handled by the soldiers," Claire said.

  Every few dozen to hundreds of meters, there would be a large bunker where soldiers could live with beds and some living facilities. This was the home for the soldiers. The company commander's office in Muyang was located next to the bunker, an independently built room.

  "Clare, call over the other few rows, right, they're all still there, aren't they?" Mu Yang really didn't know that some of those people were still alive.

  "Xie Ze and Brooke were killed in action, originally our casualties were too heavy, the 51st Regiment was completely dispersed, so some old soldiers were supplemented, we have two new platoon leaders, you haven't met them yet, I'll introduce you later," Claire said.

  Time was short, and the four squad leaders of the first company of the second battalion had gathered in Mu Yang's room. Ah, yes, Claire was also the deputy company commander and the leader of one of the squads.

  A British Army company-level tactical unit has a maximum of six officers: the Company Commander, usually a Major or Lieutenant Colonel. The Second-in-Command, usually a Captain. Platoon Commanders, usually Lieutenants or Second Lieutenants. Everyone else is enlisted soldiers.

  "Welcome back, Lieutenant Colonel. I see you've recovered." Second Lieutenant Calvin Wright came up to salute and exchange greetings with Mu Yang.

  "Hello, Lieutenant. I'm Chuck Newton from Third Platoon." said a round-faced guy after saluting.

  "Hello Lieutenant Newton." Mu Yang returned a military salute.

  "Long time no see, I'm Baudouin of the fourth row, Reiforst." This guy was clearly young, probably just twenty years old.

  "Hello Lieutenant Bauduin Rafoester."

  "My name is Joseph Williams, now that we've got the introductions out of the way, let's get down to business," said Mu Yang.