Chapter 331 05.0330: "The Imperial Navy's Surplus"

At night, when it was already dark, the vanguard brigade's headquarters completed its field camping.

The Brigade Headquarters Camp is a small camp built using the Astra Militarum standard rapid defense base construction template.

This place is far away from the front line and not far from the field logistics base, but not too close, to prevent the enemy's artillery fire from destroying the two important departments at once.

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

When setting up camp, just set up a tent near the command armored vehicle, and let the service warrant officers take the necessary supplies for camping from the service truck. Within an hour, a fully functional command center can be set up, and then the guard team will arrange patrols and sentries.

Of course, Lord Arthur Wellesley, a candidate for the Dukedom, would not stoop to living in a field tent with poor rest conditions.

He has two camping cars of his own, one for himself and one as a spare in case of an emergency.

The battle front was progressing smoothly, so the spare car was naturally not needed.

In addition to his boss's instructions and Horatio's own outstanding performance, he decided to do a favor and arranged this luxurious RV, which was one of the only two with the best living conditions on this front, to Horatio, a staff advisor on loan from the navy.

After all, it was General Cornwallis who personally requested that this naval colleague be given sufficiently generous treatment.

Horatio stood on the camp's sentry tower, looking at the occasional rumble of cannons and the flames that cut through the darkness and illuminated the night sky from the distant horizon.

It was the heavy artillery of the 88th British Infantry Regiment pouring a rain of death on the enemy's position.

Its configuration is rich and complete, ranging from 133mm company-level artillery to 180 and even 203-level regimental heavy artillery. (The Star Army does not have a division organization)

Before the sun set, the front line had advanced to a new enemy line of defense, which was slightly more well-built than the previous one.

A new round of attack was scheduled for dawn tomorrow.

As for this night, the rebels on that line of defense will not be able to sleep well.

The Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy each prepared some little night gifts for them, which were worth enjoying.

As he was staring into the distance in a daze, several pitch-black Vulture Valkyrie gunships buzzed past his head, flew towards the front line, and disappeared into the darkness.

Soon, a series of dense whooshing sounds were heard, and the fire from the tail of the rocket vaguely illuminated the entire picture of the attacker from the sky.

The Vulture Valkyrie poured six rocket pods full of rockets at the engineering trucks that were unloading at the rebel line, adding a bit of splendor to the enemy's dark night. As for the frequent chain vibrations on the ground, they were just a small side effect of this gift that was not worth mentioning.

After emptying the magazines, these elusive attackers quickly evacuated the battlefield without stopping.

Only the rebels' towed Hydra anti-aircraft guns were left, firing aimlessly at the dark sky, and the adamantine tracer bullets were flying around in 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 blows of the heavy artillery hammers.

boom!
I don't know what exploded into a beautiful golden flower. Perhaps it was an enemy's ammunition truck. The flames rose up and seemed to be twenty or thirty meters high. They could be clearly seen from twenty kilometers away.

Although not on the front line, the scene of this heavy firepower projecting steel and flames is full of power and shock from a distance, which makes people's blood boil.

"Horatio, it's time for dinner." Louise walked up to the watchtower 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 Group?"

"A standard Imperial Guard regiment, but well-equipped. However, in my opinion, the Cadian Blitzkrieg is superior."

"Of course, there are few Imperial Guards more professional than Cadian.

By the way, Louise, you can stay in the RV with me tonight. After tutoring for the Navy Lieutenant Exam, you can go straight to bed and don’t have to run back and forth.”

"But, wouldn't that be a bad thing? I'm worried about the impact on your reputation..."

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

Being able to fall asleep in the arms of her lover is indeed a very wonderful thing, but there are too many outsiders in the camp, and she is worried that this action will have some negative impact on his reputation.

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

"There's nothing to worry about. Incompetent people will be questioned no matter what they do, but people who are recognized will have all their actions rationalized and even glorified by others." In a good mood, he outlined her beautiful chin with his index finger, and walked down the watchtower confidently and decently, leading the tall female officer.

In the big tent in the center of the camp, the servants had already set up an elegant long table inside the brigade staff tent.

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

Almost all British officers, if they have the means, will spend their own money to buy personal belongings to make themselves more comfortable on the front lines where artillery fire is raging, and to relieve their homesickness.

The nobles had even better enjoyment, with field RVs, professional chefs, a team of servants, and even their wives and mistresses accompanying the troops.

In addition, among the non-combat personnel there were actually ladies from prominent families who took the initiative to request to visit the battlefield, and they came to the battlefield for a vacation and to seek excitement.

Sir Wellesley also invited British officers from nearby rest units to join his "canteen" for a small celebratory occasion.

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

Everyone who came out wore a respectable military uniform, and each picked out the best ingredients from their own private treasury, including but not limited to meat, vegetables, and eggnog, and came to the banquet.

As a naval officer, Horatio naturally could not lag behind others, otherwise how could he demonstrate the generosity of the Imperial Navy in logistical supplies.

At sunset, the Hainan Airlines transport plane 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 in accordance with his request.

"Oh, gentlemen and ladies of our Imperial Navy, we actually have these wonderful things."

When the servants served the ice cream on exquisite white porcelain plates, poured sparkling wine on them and put a cherry on them, and brought them to the ladies, it unsurprisingly caused a burst of cheers of surprise.

What lady can resist a delicious dessert that is as soft as a white cloud, has a slight fruity aroma, and is served with a sweet and juicy big cherry?
Although ice cream machines are not difficult to make, considering that there are too many more important daily necessities to carry, even the British lords would not give ice cream machines a high priority. Even if they have them, they are often made with milk powder instead of fresh milk.

The large freezers on the naval warships above everyone's heads and the HNA transport aircraft with cold chain transportation capabilities allow naval officers to wait for a moment even on land to taste all the delicacies in the warship's huge supply warehouse.

"The march is boring, I hope these cold snacks can relieve the boredom for you gentlemen and ladies."

"Do you know when our meals are at their best, Mr. Cochrane?"

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

"On the navy's troop transport?" Being a naval officer, Horatio easily guessed the answer.

Where else in the entire empire could one find food of higher standard than that provided by the Imperial Navy?

"That's right. During the war, we are forbidden to eat food supplies captured from the battlefield, because it increases the risk of corruption and disease.

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

So, as you can see, from time to time we organize a food group like this, share the good things we bring, and this can help us live a little longer."

"Maybe 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, raised his glass to Horatio and said humorously.

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

"I hope to end this war before the food we brought with us runs out."

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

"With the blessing of the Divine Emperor and the mercy of the Queen, the First Brigade is so strong and powerful, and with the full support of such a young and promising fleet liaison officer, the progress of this war will not be too slow."

"To victory." The slightly tipsy Sir Wellesley raised his glass and wished all the officers a happy victory.

"I wish you victory."

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