Chapter 16: Hero of Pratinos (5)

If they were to launch a large-scale, full-on attack the coming spring, it meant that they needed to stockpile supplies to the utmost this winter. Food provisions were essential, but other must-have goods were weapons, clothing, and whatever else to stake the winter out

Military resupplying was one of those things that was endless by nature.

On top of that, the forts of the Grey Mountains were slated to become a forward base for disseminating supplies while advancing the allied forces. Consequently, the sheer quantity of goods to be secured for stockpiling was incomparable to last year.

For Milton, this was a golden opportunity to make some money.

As they say, sail your ship when the tide comes in.

Milton decided to capitalize on this opportunity a little more aggressively.

While purchasing the supply goods, he simultaneously traded on the side with the Pratinos merchants who were well-disposed to him. He invested his personal funds to produce some useful items for the soldiers.

With the knowledge that Milton had, it was impossible to manufacture firearms or chemical weapons. However, there were some valuable things that could be made when combined with this worlds craftsmanship.

A personal use canteen, a shovel, military boots These were all things that this world had the capability to produce but no one had thought of it as of yet. Milton tasked the merchants with manufacturing these goods and shipping them to the troops.

The Command Center of the Western Front acknowledged the usefulness of these goods and permitted their purchase. Through this, Milton was able to make a handsome profit through his proposal of this business idea and subsequent investment.

Now, Milton had made enough money to remunerate his debt and still have some left. This meant he had reached the goal with which he had joined this war in the first place.

He was thinking of applying for honorable discharge around when winter passed next year and spring came.

Now all thats left is for time to pass without any hiccups.

At last, Milton felt that all his problems were being solved.

As much as the winning side had freedom of mind, the losing side on the other hand were bound to be desperate.

Damn sons of bitches, those little shits in Command are worse than dogs

A relentless string of curses trailed out from the mouth of one man.

Its because Command is rotten to the core that our Republic keeps losing. Shitfaced bastards

Words which, if heard by others, was sufficient to be deemed treason worthy of execution flowed out nonchalantly. One could deduce this man was not in the right state of mind when they saw the bottles of liquor rolling by around him.

The man was Frederic. He was the young commander who had planned, and personally spearheaded, the recent operation of crossing the Grey Mountains and carrying out a surprise assault on Pratinos which had been serving as the enemys supply depot.

Frankly, he had felt up until this moment that life was pretty easy.

He was capable as a soldier, and was s