Chapter 45: Battle in the Mud 3

The next morning, we departed with 30 snails. The snails moved by sliding across the mud.

The water buffaloes were walking without any problems. Sometimes they would fall to their sides and rub their backs in the mud, but they seemed quite comfortable. When the buffalo handlers scratched their backs, they would moo happily. It somehow looked like a peaceful scene.

"Everything's going well," Captain Agenda said to me. "Yes, there are no problems at the moment." "That water purifier is also helping us a lot. Until now, when our diluted wine ran out, we had to scoop up and drink muddy water, and everyone got diarrhea." "As expected of Logistics Lord Han." "I'm honored by your praise."

"These dried sweet potatoes and dried fruits are amazing too. No skin irritation. Furthermore..." Captain Agenda blushed and hesitated a bit. "Um, good bowel movements too." "I'm honored." No, I didn't need to hear that far. "The vegetable soup made in that kitchen car is also popular. It's extraordinary to be able to eat warm food on the battlefield. Thanks to that, the soldiers' health is good. Morale is high too, thank you."

We advanced through the mud for three days. This swampland wasn't all mud; there were island-like patches of land here and there where we could rest along the way.

The snails moved mostly without problems. Sometimes the leather straps connecting the boards would break, but these could be repaired quickly.

We arrived at the forward base hill. The reconnaissance soldiers we had left behind reported: "No particular changes. No enemy reinforcements, the bandits remain at 30 people." "Well done. Your patrol duty is relieved. We will now move on to the bandit subjugation operation. Return to your original unit." "Understood. Returning to original unit."

Captain Agenda gave instructions to everyone: "We will deploy early tomorrow morning. We'll form four squads: A, B, C, and D. Each squad will have 15 people. A squad will surround the mansion from the north, B from the south, C from the east, and D from the west. Five people will ride on each snail, so we'll deploy with 12 snails and one command vehicle, 13 vehicles in total." "The enemy is not a regular army but bandits. We are a regular army with twice their numbers. We absolutely cannot lose!" "Oh!" Everyone raised their fists to the sky.

"Furthermore, it seems Lord Hans has a secret weapon. Everyone knows the name of Hans the Destroyer, famous for the tragedy at Dover Castle. This time too, it seems there's an extraordinary method. Everyone look forward to it." "That Hans?" "The Destroyer!" "Maybe we won't even get a turn to fight." "No doubt about it." "I'm looking forward to it."

Everyone was elated.

Guerrillas are strong because their location cannot be pinpointed. Once their location is known, guerrillas are no match for a regular army. Tomorrow we should win easily.

The problem is Hans's secret weapon. He hasn't told me the details either, just saying it's a secret. I wonder what he's thinking. I'm really anxious about this.