Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 331 05.0330: ‘The Imperial Navy’s Surplus’

At night, it was dark, and the forward brigade headquarters completed the field camp.

The brigade headquarters camp is a small camp framed using the Astra Militarum standard rapid defense infrastructure construction template.

This place is far away from the front line, not far from the field logistics base, but not close enough to prevent enemy artillery fire from destroying the two important departments.

In order to deploy quickly, the British Regiment is equipped with a mobile command post modified from a specially light armored chassis.

When setting up camp, you only need to set up a tent near the command armored vehicle, and then let the service warrant officers take out the necessary materials for camping from the service truck. Within an hour, a fully functional command post can be set up, and then the escort team will arrange patrols and sentries.

Of course, Lord Arthur Wellesley, who is a candidate for the Duke, would not stoop to live in a field tent with poor rest conditions.

He has his own campervan, two of them. One to live in and one as a backup in case of an accident.

The front line in front of us is progressing smoothly, and the spare vehicle is naturally no longer needed.

Coupled with his boss's instructions and Horatio's own outstanding performance, he decided to be a favor and gave this luxury RV, which was the only one with the best living conditions on the front, to Horatio, the staff consultant who was seconded from the Navy.

After all, this was General Cornwallis who had personally requested that this naval colleague be treated generously.

Horatio stood on the guard tower of the camp, watching the rumbling sound of cannons and the firelight that cut through the darkness and illuminated the night sky from time to time on the distant horizon.

It was the heavy artillery group of the 88th British Infantry Regiment that was pouring death fire on the enemy's position.

Its configurations are rich and complete, ranging from 133mm company-level artillery to 180- and even 203-level regiment heavy artillery. (The Astra Militarum does not have divisions)

Before the sun set, the front line had advanced to a new enemy defense line. This defense line was slightly more complete than the one encountered before.

A new round of attack is scheduled for dawn tomorrow morning.

As for this night, the rebels on that line of defense had no chance of sleeping well.

The Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy each prepared small nightly gifts for them, which were worth their while.

While he was staring into the distance, several jet-black Vulture Valkyrie gunships buzzed past his head, flew towards the front line, and disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, there was a dense whooshing sound, and the fire at the tail of the rocket vaguely illuminated the attacker from the sky.

The vulture-shaped Valkyrie poured six rocket nests of rockets at the engineering truck that was unloading the rebel defense line, adding a bit of splendor to the enemy's dark night. As for the frequent series of shaking on the ground, this gift is not worth mentioning. minor side effects.

After clearing the bomb nests, these elusive attackers quickly evacuated the battlefield without stopping at all.

Only the rebels' towed Hydra anti-aircraft guns were left, firing confusedly at the dark sky, with adamantine tracer bullets scurrying across the night like headless flies.

Immediately afterwards, a new round of artillery bombardment by the Astra Militarum began, targeting the enemy trench areas on both sides of the road. The vast land once again trembled under the hammering of heavy artillery hammers.

boom!

I don't know what caused the explosion of a beautiful golden flower. It might have been an enemy ammunition truck. The flames rose up and seemed to be twenty or thirty meters high. It could be clearly seen from twenty kilometers away.

Although not on the front line, this scene of heavy firepower projecting steel and flames is full of power and shock from a distance, making people excited.

"Horatio, it's dinner time." Louise walked up to the watch tower in black leather boots and said softly.

"Hmm." He put down the telescope in his hand and said thoughtfully: "What do you think of the British regiment?"

"A standard Imperial Guard regiment, but fairly well-equipped. However, in my mind, the Cadian Strike Force is superior."

"Of course, there aren't many Imperial Guardsmen more professional than Cadian.

By the way, Louise, you can come with me in the RV tonight. After tutoring on the Navy Lieutenant Examination topics, you can go to bed directly without running back and forth. "

"But, wouldn't it be bad? I'm worried about your reputation..."

Facing his invitation, Louise was stunned for a moment, and then she understood something. Under the illumination of the incandescent light from the sentry tower, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

It was indeed a wonderful thing to be able to sleep with her lover in her arms, but there were a lot of outsiders in the camp, and she was worried that this would have a bad impact on his reputation.

After all, he is the only living heir of the legendary Gothic Admiral Speyer.

"There is nothing to worry about. Incompetent people will be questioned no matter what they do, but for people who are recognized, others will rationalize and even beautify all their actions."

In a happy mood, he outlined her beautiful chin with his index finger, and confidently and decently led the tall female officer down the guard tower.

In the large tent in the center of the camp, the interior of the brigade staff tent has been set up with an elegant long table by the servants.

It was marching furniture from Lord Wellesley's personal supply truck.

Almost all British officers would spend their own money to buy and carry personal items if possible, to make themselves more comfortable on the front line where artillery fire was intertwined, and to comfort their homesickness.

And those nobles were even more sophisticated in terms of enjoyment, including field RVs, professional chefs, a team of servants, and even their wives and mistresses accompanying the army.

In addition, among the non-combatants, there were actually ladies from famous families who actively requested to visit the battlefield. They came to the battlefield for vacation and excitement.

Lord Wellesley also invited British officers from nearby rest units to join him for a small celebratory 'meal group'.

The format is like a club salon on the battlefield. Perhaps this is how they spent their happy and comfortable leisure time on the British mother planet. Now they just brought this habit to the battlefield.

Everyone who appeared was dressed in decent military uniforms, and each selected the best ingredients from their private treasury, including but not limited to meat, vegetables, eggnog, and came to the banquet.

As a naval officer, Horatio naturally cannot lag behind others, otherwise how could he reflect the Imperial Navy's generosity in logistical supplies.

At sunset, the HNA transport plane followed his request and brought over a set of fresh ribs, several bottles of high-quality sparkling wine from Garden World, and a whole bucket of ice cream made from pure natural animal milk.

"Oh, we gentlemen and ladies of the Imperial Navy still have these good things."

When the waiters served the ice cream on exquisite white porcelain plates, topped it with sparkling wine, and put a cherry on it, and brought it to the ladies, there was a burst of surprise and cheers as expected.

Which lady can refuse a delicious dessert that is as soft as white clouds, with a slight fruity aroma, and paired with a sweet and juicy cherry?

Although the ice cream machine is not a difficult thing to get, considering that there are too many more important daily necessities that need to be carried, even the British lords will not put the ice cream machine into high priority. Even if there is, it is often made with milk powder rather than fresh milk.

The large cold storage on the navy warship above everyone's heads and the sea transport aircraft with cold chain transportation capabilities allow naval officers to taste all the delicacies in the warship's huge supply warehouse even on land.

"I'm tired of marching. I hope these cold snacks can relieve the boredom for all gentlemen and ladies."

"Do you know when the best time for our meals is? Mr. Corcoran."

Sir Wellesley skillfully and decently mixed the wine and sparkling wine in the correct proportions in the glass, took a sip of his masterpiece and asked with a smile.

"On a Navy troop carrier?" As a naval officer, Horatio easily guessed the answer.

Where else in the empire can one find food with higher standards of treatment than those provided by the Imperial Navy?

"That's right. During the battle, we are prohibited from eating food supplies seized from the battlefield, because that will increase the risk of corruption and disease.

So when we finished eating the fresh meat, sausages, bacon and pudding we brought with us, all that was left was a vast array of canned food.

So, as you can see, we organize meal groups like this from time to time and share the good things we bring together, which can make our good days last a little longer. "

"Perhaps you will see such a scene next month. To be honest, I have some experience in how to cook canned food." Lieutenant Colonel John Moore, who was sitting opposite, picked up the wine glass and greeted Horatio, humorously said.

"Then how could I eat alone in front of you?" Horatio replied with a smile.

"I hope to end this war before the meals we carry are gone."

Lieutenant Colonel Cotton of the Royal 1st Armored Regiment raised his wine glass again and greeted his colleagues from the Holy Navy:

"With the blessing of the God Emperor and the mercy of the Queen, the First Brigade is so strong and strong, and there are such young and promising fleet liaison officers to help, so the progress of this war will not be too slow."

"Wish you victory." The tipsy Sir Wellesley raised his glass and wished all the officers.

"Wish you victory."

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