Kazarlia Army Group's Supply Center No. 711.
The girls finished their morning's hauling work and took a short break on the now-cleared cargo field after getting their food.
"It's potatoes with Spam Cans again, wonder how many days it has been." Aksinya opened her lunch box and started complaining, "Some pickles would be nice!"
"Here." Natalia next to her took out a glass jar and pulled out the cork.
The smell of pickles immediately spread, attracting the attention of several people.
After taking a slice of pickle, Natalia passed the bottle to others, and a group of girls shared the pickles like this.
Aksinya, while eating boiled potatoes, said: "Heard that the last male transport team has been taken away by the Priest conscripting soldiers. Now our entire support division is all women and old men."
"I didn't even know we still had young men in our division."
"Aksinya, isn't your man at the Front Army Headquarters? Go to him to take care of your needs!"