"You should also be able to feel it, a big battle is about to happen soon, and we need to do our own job well. As for other things, don't think too much. Now who can tell me the situation of the lower-ranking soldiers?" Mu Yang said.

  Claire glanced at the others and was the first to speak up, "Our unit's quota is 152 people, but now we only have 124 soldiers. There are 106 veterans, and 18 new recruits, all of whom are young guys who haven't been in a battle before."

  Claire's words reminded Mu Yang of the road he took to get here, where he saw those tender faces and that little guy whose leg was blown off by a German plane.

  "The soldiers' morale is not high, we have been holed up in the trenches for over a month now, constant fighting and vigilance, everyone is very exhausted, some soldiers are highly strung and irritable." said Calvin Wright.

  Muyang thought for a moment and then said: "I understand, I will think of a way."

  The four of them chatted a bit more about other things, and this time it was basically a meeting, Muyang left Claire behind and let the others leave.

  "Claire, would you do me a favor and run an errand to the division headquarters? Give Colonel Allen Swift of the logistics department a letter. Colonel Etue is the head of the division's logistics department. I'll make it clear in the letter what I'm asking for - I'm asking him to help us get some supplies back. You need to hand-deliver the letter to him, and he'll give you a response letter."

  "Also, tell Colonel Allen that I've just arrived at the unit and it's hard for me to get away, next time I'll have a chance, I'll go visit him in person." Murong said, handing Claire a letter he had just written.

  "Sir, do you know the head of the logistics department in the Shifu Department?" Claire was surprised, he had known Mu Yang, or rather Joseph Williams for a long time, and had never heard that he knew any Colonel Aitken.

  "Yes, we are good friends, you go ahead and try to come back today, then tomorrow we will go to the brigade department and ask that Major Yujin for our belongings." Murong said.

  Claire was overjoyed and quickly left with the letter.

  Mo Yang tightened his belt and slung his backpack over his shoulder, put on his military cap, and called up his communications officer. He was about to start inspecting the entire company's defensive area. As the saying goes, "know yourself and know your enemy". If you don't even understand your own soldiers and positions, how can you lead them in battle, how can you keep them alive, and how can you complete your mission?

  "Long time no see."

  "Hello, sir."

  Mu Yang walked through the trenches and saw soldiers gathered in groups of three to five, some chatting and playing cards, others shaving and grooming themselves in front of mirrors. When they saw Mu Yang approaching, they stood up and saluted him, asking how he was doing.

  There were soldiers here who were familiar to Mu Yang, as well as new faces. Only a few people could call out his name, and they were basically the class leaders of each class. Mu Yang nodded in acknowledgement, but did not show excessive familiarity, after all, he still had to maintain the dignity of an officer.

  Murong said to the soldier who was just gambling with cigarettes, "Nate, keep an eye on these guys and don't let them fight over a few cigarettes."

  Everyone laughed.

  Nate Zhongshi, a squad leader, was an old soldier in the Mu Yang company and was also familiar with Mu Yang. He spoke up at this time: "Officer, there aren't many cigarettes left, not enough to smoke. I heard from the platoon leader that the quartermaster has embezzled our cigarettes again. How are we going to get through this month?"

  "Yes, Comrade Chang, go tell the quartermaster to give us some more cigarettes, even if the wine has stopped." said another old soldier.

  "Hey Erik, don't talk nonsense. If you reduce the wine, I'll drink your share." A soldier who loved drinking scolded the old soldier who was speaking.

  "Alright, I'll take care of these things. There will be cigarettes and liquor, but you guys must behave yourselves. Whoever breaks the rules will be punished." Mu Yang said loudly.

  The soldiers responded in unison.

  What kind of officer will be loved by soldiers? There are those who lead the charge, those who treat their men like sons and live with them, and even those who suck out pus and wash stinky feet for them. However, an officer who can bring benefits to his soldiers is definitely one of the good officers that soldiers love, and it's also a relatively advanced kind.

  Continue walking along the trenches, constantly chatting with soldiers in the trenches to understand their situation. This section of trench defense is about 130 meters long. If all the soldiers are laid out, basically one person guards one meter wide, you know, this is not a very rich number.

  As he continued walking forward, when he reached the end of the defense zone, Muyang saw another fortification.

  As he walked into the defensive fortifications, Mu Yang saw some people lying on their beds sleeping, others holding a book, and still others kneeling by their beds writing letters.

  Muyang leaned over the soldier who was writing a letter near the door and saw that his letter read: "Mom, I and Keli were assigned to the same company. We can eat our fill here, don't worry about us. We live in spacious rooms, with 60 people per room. Keli lives on the bunk above me. As I write this letter, he is sleeping. Can you please tell him and Aunt Ailifu that Keli is eating well and sleeping well, everything is fine."

  Sometimes we hear the sound of cannons in the distance, but the Germans are still dozens of miles away from us, and there is another line of defense ahead. I think it will take some time to break through, don't worry.

  I miss my little sister Evelyn, I've been out for two months now, and I don't know if she'll be missing me. Mom, please tell Evelyn that when I come back, I will definitely bring her some candies, the ones she loves most, maybe even the chocolates she's always dreamed of.

  The letter is not yet finished, but Moyang's mood has become somewhat heavy. Every soldier represents a family, and this war has torn apart so many families, causing countless parents to lose their children, and separating loved ones between the world of the living and the dead.

  "Officer good." A soldier who walked in from outside saw Mu Yang standing not far from the door and quickly saluted loudly to greet him.

  At this shout, everyone in the construction site looked over, then all the soldiers got out of bed and stood at attention.

  "Alright, relax, I just came over to take a look." Mu Yang replied with a military salute, then said in a very casual tone.

  Mu Yang looked at the young soldier standing in front of him and asked, "Are you a new recruit who has just been assigned here? Write another letter to your family."

  "Yes, sir. In a letter to my family, I wrote that I entered the line on June 27." The soldier saluted again and said.

  "Alright, soldier, don't be so tense, let's just have a casual chat."

  "Good officer."

  "How old are you this year?"

  "16-year-old officer."

  Mu Yang sighed in his heart, even a 16-year-old child was sent to the front line. In the army, an 18-year-old soldier who had participated in one or two battles was already considered a veteran.

  "Miss Mom."

  The soldier did not answer this question, but lowered his head and didn't raise it for a long time.