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Chapter 112

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The time came on September 10th.

There is one day left before Colombia launches its full-scale offensive.

Colombian commanders are now grappling with their biggest weakness: their supply lines.

"Although I had considered how difficult it would be for our supplies if those mayors of mobile cities didn't go to the front lines..." A commander puffed on a cigar, his expression heavy.

"But as expected, the supply convoys are like constipated feces stuck in the intestines... they just can't get through." Another commander, smoking a cigarette, looked like someone suffering from constipation, his face contorted in pain and helplessness.

“And not only are our urgently needed supplies failing to arrive… we have a large stockpile of experimental weapons, but we can’t use them freely…” The last commander simply slumped into a chair. He stared at the ceiling, as if watching the mayors of the mobile city soar higher and higher. “How long can our supplies last?”

"Food can last for two days, but ammunition... especially ammunition for the land-based ships' cannons and crossbowmen's ammunition... is much less."

"I remember that it didn't matter once the naval guns ran out of ammunition, but what did the crossbowmen say?"

"Each crossbowman will only be issued less than half the number of bolts tomorrow. We can exchange food, but these consumables like bolts need to be delivered by the rest of the team as soon as possible!"

"But their convoy is stuck on that road! Even though that road is a bit narrow for a mobile city, how did the convoy get stuck there...?"

Logically speaking, the road behind our position—although it's a narrow passage sandwiched between two mountains—shouldn't its so-called "narrowness" be relative to a mobile city?

That's way too spacious for a regular convoy! But how come they can manage to clog up the supply depot there? The commanders really can't understand it!

They decided to use vehicles for transporting supplies precisely because they anticipated that land-based ships might be ill-suited for the task! But why did they do that...?

The commanders, bewildered, turned to the logistics officer. The officer, sweating profusely, explained that there were several reasons for this.

"...Intelligence personnel claimed a mountain was moving...but I think they probably inhaled experimental poison gas and got brain damage. I replaced them, but detailed results won't arrive until tonight at the earliest." The officer first explained the first absurd and untrue reason—of course, he knew this reason wouldn't satisfy the commanders, so he quickly and hastily explained the second reason:

"The second reason is... our vehicles simply couldn't transport that many supplies. As a last resort, the logistics personnel had to transport the vast majority of supplies to the middle of the route for collection and tallying, then have the vehicles continue transporting them back and forth, while manpower slowly delivered the supplies we urgently needed..."

"Not enough vehicles? How is that possible! Don't we have plenty of cars in the city?"

"—But the mayors are unwilling to use their own vehicles! They threatened that if the Federal Army doesn't offer a suitable price [to compensate for their losses], we'll have no choice but to use our own vehicles for supply transport... And they haven't actually broken the law; the law stipulates that civilian vehicles must be requisitioned under regulated conditions..."

"But we're at war now!"

"Commander, the Colombian constitution doesn't care whether we're at war or not! And most importantly, the people of our city are currently supporting those mayors... They've even created a stock exchange where the stock price goes up every time we win. They'd rather spend all their money on stocks than help us..."

"...[Colombian swear words]?!"

Simply put, the Colombian army's rear is extremely disunited. In some ways, they are even less united than the capitalists in Casimir.

If the capitalists in Casimir can be explained away by the excuse of "every man for himself when disaster strikes," then the mayor and the people of Colombia are... even more outrageous.

While they were ecstatic about the Colombian army's victory, they were unwilling to contribute even the slightest bit of their own strength.

The cowardly mayors are only willing to transport supplies for the troops at the front lines if they gain more benefits, and if their ulterior motives are not discovered, people will realize that those Colombian cities are already prepared to abandon the army and flee at any time.

So, if the mayor is like this, what will become of their people? The answer is simple—Colombia has developed a financial activity called "stock speculation" due to the many capital enterprises it has established within its borders. Under the manipulation of some unscrupulous individuals, the Colombian army's achievements have also become victims of this financial activity.

They created a new stock that would increase its price based on whether the Colombian army won or lost—if the Colombian army didn't win at first, then its stock would only be worth one dollar.

But after the Colombian army wins, his stock price will soar to $10.

By the time the Colombian army advanced to the edge of the Grand Knights' territory in Casimir, the stock price had already skyrocketed to $1000.

This led to an absurd outcome: Colombian citizens scrambled to buy the stock, hoping to make a fortune. However, once most of the shares were sold, those who had bought them were left penniless, eagerly awaiting good news from the army. Meanwhile, those Colombians who hadn't bought shares were furious, secretly hoping for a crushing defeat for their army to teach those who had bought the shares a lesson!

But did the Colombian army want to see the farcical scene of them fighting to the death on the front lines while their people were speculating in stocks behind the scenes? Of course not! But the problem is, what can they do now that things have already happened? Therefore, in a state of utter helplessness, the Colombian army commanders could only accept the fact that their rear supply and transportation capabilities were insufficient.

They gritted their teeth and vowed to teach those money-grubbing businessmen, especially the one who created the army stock, a lesson after the war ended! But the question is, can they really hold out until then and win the war?

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The answer is—almost impossible.

While the commanders in Colombia were fretting over the sabotage they had suffered from their own rear, Mr. Yang Hao, the Grand Knight Commander of Casimir, was also making his own insidious plans.

"that is--"

"In other words, Sanae is just too big. If it were to get to the middle of the supply line you mentioned, there would be no way anyone could get through there—unless the Columbians attack Sanae with the cannons of their landships, but that would only make the cowardly rock crab fly away—yes, you heard me right. Sanae is a good girl, she's very timid, so you can't really expect her to engage in direct combat. That Leitanian landship was just an accident."

"But isn't this a bit too... strange? A flying rock crab the size of a small mountain is afraid of ship cannons?"

"Just like brown bears are afraid of snakes, no matter how big Sanae is, she is essentially a rock crab that we raised in the wild. What rock crabs are afraid of, she is afraid of. At least that was true before we gave her proper training."

Sanae is a rock crab that grew too fast. If a normal rock crab took hundreds of years to grow to this size, perhaps Ms. Northumberon wouldn't have experienced the "fear" she mentioned. But the problem is—it grew to this size in less than two years, clearly a rock crab catalyzed by Margarita's blood!

It's like giving an infant an adult body—no matter how strong he looks, if you pinch his fingers, this infant with an adult body will still lie on the ground, rolling around and crying loudly.

"Ugh..."

Through communication with Ms. Norsen, who had returned from her mission, Mr. Yang Hao, who was holding Margarita sleeping soundly in his arms, learned that Margarita's pet, Sanae, could only directly undertake the important task of blocking the Colombian supply line—that was all she could do.

According to Ms. Norsen, Sanae, as an untrained rock crab, is essentially just an absurdly large one: it's timid and will still flee out of biological fear when faced with several steel monsters aiming at it. Even if it gets angry and jumps onto Columbia's landship to defecate, it won't be under Margarita's control and might even cause more casualties to Yang Hao's army—so after thinking it over, if we don't want Sanae to become a highly detrimental variable on the battlefield, it would be better to make it a stationary hill blocking Columbia's supply line.

Even so, Yang Hao was still racking his brains to figure out if he could make Sanae play a bigger role: after all, it would be a waste to have a flying rock crab the size of a small mountain that could only be used as a mascot. He wanted Sanae to take on more responsibilities, at least in addition to cutting off the Colombians' supply lines, it should also try to annihilate the Colombians' supply teams deployed behind the lines.

Even if the Colombian commander is extremely cautious, he shouldn't leave the land-based ships in the rear as reserves, right? So Yang Hao felt that his plan should be fine, it should be.

“If you want to do this, I’ll just tell Sanae then—but you understand, right? Even the arrangements between you and Sanae have to be done by me or Margarita, can you really get Sanae to bring out the results you expect?”

"...Perhaps not. But achieving even half the result would be a success, wouldn't it? And besides, Ms. Norsen, don't you need some rest?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Ms. Northum sighed. While saying she wasn't tired yet, she was also wondering why she was taking time off to relax and instead came to deal with Margarita's work.

After much thought, it really was because she was worried! Especially after seeing Margarita nestled into this man's arms and peacefully fall asleep, Ms. Northumbery had no choice but to bite the bullet and deal with the mess Margarita left behind...

Fortunately, Margarita's mess has been mostly cleaned up, Sanae's plans have been mostly completed, and I really don't have anything to report. So after giving this man another evaluation, I should be able to carry Margarita back to the room and relax for a while, right?

Ms. Northon smacked her lips, already envisioning herself lying in bed reading a book in ten minutes. But just as she was contemplating whether to delve into a romance novel about a libertine Ursus duke that afternoon to broaden her horizons, Mr. Yang Hao, sitting opposite her, suddenly smiled wryly and said, "It would be even better if Ms. Northon wasn't tired! He has something he'd like to ask of you..."

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His words stunned Ms. Northumber. She muttered, "Even capitalists in Casimir wouldn't exploit people like this!" while mentally deducting ten points from Yang Hao's score. But despite her complaints, for Margarita's sake, she still had to do her job—so Ms. Northumber listened attentively, curious to see what kind of trouble Mr. Yang Hao would cause her.

And Yang Hao did not disappoint Ms. Norson... He assigned her a difficult task, a task that made even the battle-hardened, self-proclaimed worldly-wise Ms. Norson's lips twitch:

"Yes, Ms. Northumberon—could you help me scout out the Colombian army's defensive positions? Haha...My spies and secret forces are doing similar work, but they don't have the Blood Demon's abilities; they can only draw up maps of the outer perimeter..."

"So, you're planning to send an old Blood Demon, who just finished working for you all night, to the Colombian military camp to map out facilities like ammunition depots? You're even more exploitative than those capitalists!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Actually, apart from Margarita, I've been pushing myself to the limit." Yang Hao pointed to the dark circles under his eyes: he hadn't slept for 20 hours, working tirelessly. If he hadn't just sent Sonia away, she would have taken him back to rest by now. "So, are you willing to accept it? Don't worry, I'll give you appropriate compensation."

"A suitable reward? Then tell me what you can offer?"

Ms. Norson pursed her lips in response, while Yang Hao, already prepared, smiled and said:

“I’ve heard that blood is the most precious gift to a Blood Demon? Well, although I’m not very confident in the blood of my weary body, Margarita once said that my blood has a special taste—want to try it?”

"what?"

Are you stupid?

Ms. Norsen stared intently at Yang Hao, genuinely wondering if he had gone mad—after all, blood was precious to the Blood Demon, but it also held special significance.

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In the end, Ms. Norsen accepted Mr. Yang Hao's request. However, as she left, the older blood demon woman forcefully cornered Yang Hao, who was holding Margarita, and viciously berated the bewildered man, who knew nothing of blood demon traditions, in a voice that wouldn't wake Margarita:

"You playboy! You scum, you beast... If you don't understand the Blood Demon's traditions, don't just offer such prices. It will cause misunderstandings, understand?!"

"Um... what do you mean by that...?"

"...Do you really not understand at all?"

"My understanding of the Blood Demon comes entirely from Margarita, okay? Look at her back then, did she understand it?"

Ms. Northum glanced down at Margarita, who was still soundly asleep in Yang Hao's arms. This child, still breastfeeding, was an infant when they first met... and had lost both her parents at a young age. Expecting an infant to understand the traditions of an adult blood demon? Hiss...

Fine.

Considering that the man didn't do it on purpose.

Ms. Norson sighed. She released her grip on the man's collar. She covered her forehead with her hand, looking up at Yang Hao with a gaze filled with helplessness and inner turmoil.

"Alright then—I have to give you some advice beforehand. If you ever encounter other blood demons in the future, remember, don't casually use your blood as a bargaining chip, especially don't tell them that 'your blood has a unique taste,' understand?"

"Well—what should I say? Um..."

"—Don't say anything. If you insist on blood as payment, just tell them directly that you want blood as payment."

"I understand now..."

"call."

Then, Ms. Norsen left with a troubled expression. Before going to work, she went to see Sanae to make sure the timid rock crab stayed in a suitable place according to her instructions to prepare for tomorrow's battle.

But then again, why was Ms. Norsen so agitated by Mr. Yang Hao's offer of his own blood as payment? The reason is simple—in the tradition of the Blood Demons, blood represents more than just food...

It also represents the essence of their race, and... sex.

Literally, sex.

In the Blood Demon's race, if someone he knows suddenly says to him, "My blood has a very special taste, do you want to try it?"—this is absolutely equivalent to someone suddenly confessing their love to him in the normal human world!

Just as a writer from the Eastern Kingdom used the poetic phrase "The moonlight is so beautiful" to express his feelings, for the Blood Demon, nothing is more meaningful than using his own blood as a token of love.

And it's not just about the "token of love"...

"Only a Blood Demon knows... once we're high, we don't care if the person being drained dies... ugh... if this bastard wasn't completely unaware of our traditions, I'd really like to slap him to death..."

For a Blood Demon, if someone invites him to drink their blood, which has a unique smell, and they don't bring any blood bags but point directly to his body, it basically means they're going to a private space together.

A close, solitary man and woman go to a private space, and one of them calmly lets the other's blood be drained. Is there anything more intimate than this? Of course there is! That is, both are blood demons, and they both drink each other's blood. In a sense, this is a ritual directly related to sex for the blood demon race...

No one knows if two blood demons caught up in the moment might do something inappropriate because of the atmosphere. And it's not just the atmosphere; because they're both sucking each other's blood, the blood demons' canines secrete a substance that makes the person being sucked feel less pain...right?

That stuff, simply put, has an aphrodisiac effect. What two blood demons will do when they're both intoxicated... well, you know. That's why, if one blood demon suddenly invites the other to drink their blood, the two will go to a private place...

In human society, this would be equivalent to confessing your feelings and then inviting the other person to a hotel for sex—a truly outrageous thing...

So how could Ms. Norsen not be angry?! Seriously, if Yang Hao had invited her like that knowing the Blood Demon traditions, she would have definitely punched his brains out on the spot!

But considering that he truly knows absolutely nothing about the Blood Demon's traditions... sigh!

Forget it. I hope he'll heed my advice—Margarita is already pitiful enough. What if she gets even more cuckolded because of this bastard's invitation to another blood demon?

Why specifically target another Blood Demon? The reason is simple. It's an undeniable fact that Margarita has been cuckolded by several ordinary human women. At the very least, as her teacher, Ms. Northumen needs to ensure that Margarita isn't cuckolded by her own kind, right?

Humans, aside from that black snake, all die of old age within two hundred years at most. Although Margarita seems to be at the bottom right now, if she just perseveres, won't she naturally rise to fourth, third, or even second place?

But what if there were a few more Blood Demons at this moment...?

...

...

Ms. Northumbers truly couldn't bear to think about her apprentice's life after being relegated to a lower position. She had to prevent that future from happening!

Trust me, Margarita!

Your teacher will definitely help you!

...

Ms. Northumber made up her mind.

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Meanwhile, Mr. Yang Hao, still completely baffled by Ms. Norsen's advice, was deep in thought, holding the sleeping Margarita in his arms.

What did Ms. Norson mean by her advice? To be honest, Mr. Yang Hao didn't really understand.

But since that's what they've said, there's no harm in listening to the elders' opinions. But then again, Margarita used to drinking my blood, and I haven't seen any strange changes in her, have I?

"Hmm, I guess they're afraid the other blood demons will just drink all my blood or something? Well, that's a good lesson... Ugh, I still have to work all night tonight. Whether I can regain my manly dignity in front of Koschche... we'll see tomorrow."

Mr. Yang Hao muttered to himself, hoping that Ms. Norson would bring him some good news tonight.

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