Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1051 - 269: An Unfavorable Start

Chapter 1051: Chapter 269: An Unfavorable Start

Searing sun, yellow sand, and the twisting air.

"It’s so hot!" exclaimed General Reyes.

As the supreme commander of the Vanguard Legion, General Reyes had prepared five exquisite handkerchiefs before entering the desert, and now these finely crafted handkerchiefs were no different from rags. Once sun-dried, they were as stiff as if they had been starched, hard enough to be used as sticks to hit people; furthermore, the handsome general had even discovered a thick layer of salt crust on his beloved red fox tail, which was as heavy as a Wolf Fang Club.

"Ah, this is bliss!" said Liu Zhenhan.

As the chief shaman of the expeditionary sacrifice group, he was comfortably lying in the spacious carriage, listening to Helen and several other young shaman reciting war songs, while enjoying an "ice-cold milkshake" with the parakeet. Guoguo was rubbing her belly beside them, producing a lot of bubbles.

A Rabbit Beauty maid was giving Liu Zhenhan a massage, while another peeled the cool skin off the grapes and fed the large fruits into his and the two little beasts’ mouths; these two Rabbit Beauties had once been candidates for the Saintess and, besides serving the God of War, they were also quite skilled at serving this spokesperson of the God of War.

The carriage contained a Night Pearl taken from under the dragon’s jaw, maximizing its cooling and heat-diffusing effects in this enclosed space. The other, more frail mages weren’t so lucky. Although they also had carriages, the Tamerlarya Ice Beads embedded at the corners of their carriages would cause the mages to don fur coats after a while.

The twenty-third day!

Throughout the journey, the entire Vanguard Legion had advanced unobstructed, crossing both Oxford Oasis and Harvard Oasis without encountering any resistance.

They had encountered Desert People bandits, but these were only small scouting parties. Although the entire Vanguard Legion was an infantry regiment, the presence of two Biao people warriors and one Chimaera knight on camelback meant the Desert People bandits only managed to contribute a few finely made Uzi Curved Knives to General Reyes.

This leg of the journey, aside from encountering quicksand that claimed four Piegel warriors, the Vanguard Legion suffered no other losses. The thick leather boots issued by the military this time, though a bit stifling, were impervious to the desert’s venomous scorpions and rattling snakes—a significant improvement, as these little creatures had caused significant non-combat casualties in the unit last year.

From the scouting results reported daily by the Griffin scouts, although the two oases they passed were uninhabited, fortifications began being erected around Yale Oasis on the seventeenth day of the Vanguard Legion’s entry into the desert. This news excited the entire Vanguard Legion, making General Reyes and the warriors of Turun’s combined teams start dreaming of storming castles and achieving military exploits.

General Reyes’s spring and autumn dreams were utterly shattered by a word from the quartermaster after nightfall.

"Our clean water might not be enough, General," the Piegel quartermaster reported to General Reyes, who almost fainted.

"How can it not be enough? It’s only been eight days since we left Oxford Oasis! Just eight days!" General Reyes roared as he grabbed the quartermaster by the collar, nearly choking the Piegel officer to death.

"You’ll have to ask... yourself..." the Piegel quartermaster stammered in response.

General Reyes was stunned.

During the fifteen days of marching through the desert, General Reyes and his staff had already noticed this hidden danger—the entire Vanguard Legion’s water consumption was significantly higher than the standard issued by the military.

It was actually inappropriate to measure the Bimon Army by these standards; due to racial differences, Beamon warriors varied greatly in size, complicating the uniform provision of food and armor. Given this, all five Beamon legions had their logistical departments manage their own affairs. However, the situation this time was different, the logistics for this campaign were managed by bureaucrats from the military’s central logistics department. Over the past couple of decades under the rule of His Majesty Grecke Sal, all these bureaucrats had been sent to military colleges in human nations. They learned from humans to categorize combat units into types A and B, and the logistics standards for Turun’s combined squad and Cambridge combined squad were only half of those for type A units—based on the rationale that the Piegel warriors didn’t have the robust stature of the other three legions’ Beamon warriors.

Despite his noble birth, as the lord of the Piegel race, General Reyes was well aware of the Piegel’s tremendous appetite. The questionable logistical standards imposed by the military logistics officers forced him to submit a report filled with queries, but there had been no response, and the arrival of the chief shaman soon forced General Reyes to quickly deploy his troops.

The Vanguard Legion rushed to their destination, Yale Oasis, with two oases available en route for replenishing water. It took ten days for the Vanguard Legion to cover the six-hundred li distance from Cambridge Oasis to Harvard Oasis, during which time General Reyes discovered that all the water wagons they carried had just been depleted of their water in ten days—according to military standards, this amount of water should have been sufficient for the Turun squad’s drinking needs for fifteen days.