The next morning, Muyang's communication soldier blew a whistle, and everyone gathered together.

  "Captain Claire, leave a platoon to guard the position, everyone else follow me to the battalion headquarters, we're going to receive supplies today," said Mu Yang loudly.

  "Alright, fourth platoon, hold position, Lieutenant Burton Reforster is in charge of security, everyone else gear up and get ready to move out." Claire gave the order.

  The soldiers began to move, one after another, carrying ladders and climbing up, able to stay on the ground for a while, even if it was just moving things, which was much better than being in the dark and gloomy mouse hole. The selected soldiers were very happy, able to go outside and take a look, maybe they could even see one or two women at the regimental headquarters.

  Claire leaned in close to Mu Yang and whispered: "Commander Lian, you've brought so many people. You're not thinking of making a direct grab for it, are you? That would be punishable."

  Moyang spat out a mouthful of cigar smoke, gazing at the soldiers scrambling to climb up, and said, "With Ait's letter, I think Major Eugene will know better."

  Claire's eyes widened in surprise.

  Muyang also crawled out of the trench, to be honest, the trench was not a good place at all. The living conditions were poor, and that kind of suffocating feeling just made people unbearable.

  "Fall in, let's go."

  At the sound of the order, nearly a hundred soldiers lined up neatly and began to march towards the regimental headquarters several miles away. Even if their shoes and pants were stained with mud on the road, the soldiers remained high-spirited and majestic.

  It is not known who first sang the song "The British Grenadiers" (British Grenadier March). The song is rousing, and it is one of the most famous and historic infantry marches in Britain, with a history dating back to the 17th century.

  “SometalkofAlexander,andsomeofHercules.”

  “OfHectorandLysander,andsuchgreathese.”

  “Butofallthereatheroes,therespare.”

  “ithato,ro,ro,ro,ro,ro,totheBritishGrenadiers.”

  Men honor Alexander and worship Hercules

  Hector Lieda, so are all heroes' names.

  Looking around at all the heroes of the world, there is no one who can compare with him.

  All I have is row after row of British grenadiers.

  The soldiers were arranged outside the quartermaster's department to wait, and each squad leader was in charge of management. Mu Yang and Claire walked into the gate of the quartermaster's department with their legs raised.

  "Major Eugene, we meet again." Mu Yang's face wore a smile as he greeted Major Eugene behind the office desk.

  "Major Williams, I told you yesterday that the military supplies have been distributed and there are no extra materials for you. What are you doing here again today?" Eugene said with some annoyance, his tone unfriendly.

  Mu Yang's expression didn't change. "I'm here to deliver a letter to you today." Mu Yang pulled out a letter from his chest and waved it in his hand.

  "Whose letter is this for? Why is it in your hands?" Eugene asked with a bad expression, thinking that Muyang had taken his letter to threaten him.

  "No, no, this is not your letter but a letter sent by my friend."

  "Major Williams, did you come here today to mock me? If so, I think you succeeded. Now, I have work to do, please leave my office." Eugene said, pointing at the door.

  Eugene has already listed Mu Yang as the most unwelcome person, and he has made up his mind that next time when distributing supplies, he will deduct the rations of William's company. Although the rations are not worth much money, who let this unappreciative Major Williams offend him?

  "I think you'd better read the letter first, before saying anything else. You see, this is a letter from Colonel Allen Swift, and it specifically mentions you, Major Eugene."

  Eugene heard the name Allen Swift and immediately stood up, just wanting to snatch the letter from Muyang's hand, but suddenly stopped and changed his tone to a flattering one, saying: "Joseph, is this Colonel Allen's letter? You said you were friends earlier?"

  "See for yourself." Mu Yang didn't want to play dumb with this guy anymore and directly threw the letter onto the office desk.

  This letter is indeed a reply from Allen Swift, Eugene has seen Colonel Allen Swift's signature countless times, recognizes his notes, and there is also Allen's private seal on it, which cannot be wrong.

  The letter begins with a greeting to Muyang, the tone is very intimate, like an old friend for many years, and also a very close relationship. He invites Muyang to take some time to visit him at his office, where he will prepare wine and gifts for him.

  Then he talked about the military and once again persuaded Mu Yang, saying that the front line was dangerous. If Mu Yang wanted to, he hoped he would take a position in the logistics department of the division headquarters. Allen would arrange everything, just hoping that Mu Yang would stay away from danger.

  At the end of the letter, Major Eugene was indeed mentioned, but the tone was not so good. Ait told Muyang to go find Eugene again and tell him that Muyang was his friend, his most intimate friend. If Eugene dared to deduct Muyang's supplies, Allen didn't mind replacing the quartermaster of the West Yorkshire Regiment.

  Eugene finished reading the letter in his hand, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He put it back into the envelope again, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, muttering to himself: "This damned French weather is really hot."

  "Major Eugene, I didn't come here to discuss the weather with you. Today, I want to receive a batch of supplies. Do you know if the Quartermaster's office has any?" Mu Yang asked, looking at Eugene.

  "Yes, of course. I'll go prepare it right away. Since there are currently 124 people, we will provide the full amount according to the standard for 124 people." Eugene hastily replied without daring to delay.

  "No, we currently have 152 people, you should distribute according to this standard," said Mu Yang.

  "You guys are full again, how come I don't know? Did you go to recruit new soldiers yesterday?" Eugene asked curiously.

  "No, we still have 28 laborers. Now that they've been given guns, they should be treated as soldiers, so they also get a share of supplies." Mu Yang said firmly.

  Eugene's eyes widened, this is extortion, sheer and simple extortion.

  In Eugene's mind, he didn't believe that Muyang would really give those laborers the materials they wanted, but rather just found an excuse to ask for more. However, this excuse was too lame, and Eugene had never heard of a unit giving out supplies according to the soldiers' standards to those laborers before.

  But what can he do now, with Allen Swift pressing down on him, he could only acknowledge it.

  It should be noted that although the quartermaster was dual-hatted, he still came under the control of the General Staff's Quartermaster Section and if the division's chief quartermaster, Allen S. Swifte, wanted to get rid of him, it would only take one word.

  Being a quartermaster is a good job, no need to fight and there's money to be made, the troops below also have to look up to him. Eugene doesn't want to lose his position as quartermaster, if he were to go onto the battlefield, he estimates that in one battle, the first to die would be him.