As Yevgeny expected, the orders heading south were soon passed to the Pioneer Camp, and everyone knew that in less than ten hours they would attack the fortress that looked like a chasm.

The last drop of vodka in the bottle was also drunk, and the soldiers' faces showed a slightly drunk red color. Drinking was a taboo in the marching, but when the soldiers needed to charge into battle and fight to the death, this thing became the best catalyst for courage.

The vodka sent by the logistics forces is very purity. After the entrance, it will scratch the throat like a red knife. However, when the wine reaches the abdomen, it will emit a kind of warmth. This warmth will flow throughout the body along the blood, giving people endless strength and courage.

The soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion did not show timidity about the upcoming attack. They were excitedly discussing the mountains of Emperor supplies in the fortress, arguing whether vodka is better or the specialty tequila on the Western Fuxing Plain is more fragrant, although 100% of them had never tasted a sip of the real tequila.

Of course, Yevgeny also knew the name of tequila. He even heard that among the nobles of the Rhine Empire, there was a very special way to drink. They soaked a butterfly larvae in the wine, clamped lemon slices with their fingers, applied salt on the tiger's mouth, sipped a sip of lemon juice, then poured the salt and the wine in the cup into their mouths, and finally spit the butterfly larvae on the plate...

Yevgeny never quite understood why the nobles of the Rhine Empire wanted to soak butterfly larvae in wine but did not eat it together. If it were him, he would definitely not give up on such a piece of fat in the Permafrost Islands. The fat insect larvae is a rare ingredient, not to mention that the insects are also filled with the tempting aroma of wine.

But he was afraid he would not drink tequila in his life. The military custody of Togras Fortress would not have such things. The emperor's prohibition order was much stricter than that of the Federal Army. During the war, the Imperial Logistics Department would distribute a large amount of cigarettes to the soldiers, but it would not even be a drop of alcohol-containing beverage.

This was understood as early as thirty years ago when he first plundered the bodies of the Emperor's soldiers.

But then again, the cigarettes distributed to combat troops are indeed good products, and the tobacco is mixed with a little military stimulant. After taking a sip, the spicy taste is so refreshing that it is so spicy that even if Yevgeny is not willing to admit it, if someone is willing to exchange a bottle of vodka with him for a pack of Emperor cigarettes, he may be difficult for him to refuse.

"Everyone check the equipment last! Your gun! Your knife! And ammunition! Remember to tie the shoelaces tightly and tie the knots. Don't trip over yourself while charging!" Yevgeni shouted loudly, and the soldiers in the entire camp were preparing. In half an hour, they would set off from here and march towards the fortress in the south.

The truck carrying the soldiers was already docked outside the camp, and the steam engine kept making dull "boom" sounds, as if it was a drum beat that was urging people to set off.

"Everyone, prepare to get on the bus!" Yevgeny roared. He didn't want to think about the smell of tequila, nor did he think about the plump butterfly larvae that sink in the bottom of the wine glass. The Permafrost Islands planted inactive tequila and no butterflies, and there were no before and there would be no future.

...

Detailed combat orders have been issued to the front-line military trucks that will transport these soldiers to a location fifteen kilometers from the Fortress of Togras, and then everyone will start digging the trenches on the spot, advancing to the south while digging the trenches.

This is a relatively conservative offensive method. If the trenches are used to advance, it will be difficult for the guns and cannons on the fortress to cause effective damage to the soldiers of the Federal Army, but the speed of advancement will also become relatively slow.

Engineers' shovel pickaxes and dustpans used for trench excavation have been sent to the soldiers. In addition, there is a batch of equipment specially used for trench warfare.

To the north of the Fortress of Togras, the Emperor also dug a large number of trenches as frontier positions. Once the trenches of the Union and the Emperor were dug, the two sides would enter into close combat.

Yevgeny's 100 team led twenty large-caliber shotguns, two hundred fragmented grenades and one hundred molten bottles as the distance between the two sides approached, these shots that could carry out parabolic strikes.

Throwing objects will be their main weapon.

The military truck stopped in an open area, and all the federal soldiers got out of the car in a row. In the distance, the towering walls of the Fortress of Togras could be vaguely seen, and the flag of the Rhine Empire fluttered in the wind above the city.

"Is this the location?" Yevgeny pulled the cab window and asked loudly to the soldiers driving the truck.

"This is the right position! Going forward, you will enter the range of the enemy's cannons. Here you will start digging trenches ahead, and I will transport the next batch of troops!" The driver replied with an equally loud voice. The other parts of the front seemed to have begun to fight, and gunfire and explosions kept coming from both sides.

"Fuck, it's at least twenty kilometers away from the fortress! Start digging from here, and you may not be able to dig under the fortress until tomorrow morning!" Yevgeni shouted. He didn't know who proposed this tactic. When he looked at it, it was so fucking stupid.

"I don't know!" The driver knocked on the car door hard, making a banging sound, signaling Yevgeny to let go, "My mission is to send you to this position. The specific excavation position is decided by the commanders of each unit. If you can work with shells, no one will stop you even if you run to the fortress to dig!"

After the driver finished speaking, he turned the front of the car and headed straight for the direction he was coming.

"Fuck!" Yevgeny spitted on the ground and suddenly turned into a pile of ice. The nearest friendly unit was at least four or five kilometers away. They were the first troops to arrive on the front line. Due to the shortage of people, the entire front line was stretched long and thin. In fact, Yevgeny knew in his heart that the superiors did not expect the trenches of their vanguard troops to dig out. Their only function was to attract the emperor's attention and firepower. To put it nicely, it was called the vanguard troops. To put it bluntly, it was cannon fodder.

The soldiers of the hundred-degree soldiers under their command had gathered here, and the leaders had completed the count of the number of people and were waiting for Yevgeny to issue the next combat order.

"Do we still have vodka?" Yevgeny turned his head and asked a senior beside him.

"Three bottles are still there." Shi Chang replied. Before they set off, the logistics troops brought them another box, and each soldier was given at least half a quart.
Chapter completed!