"Damn it! Where is the telegraph machine? Requisition it immediately and let us take it over! Let our logistics officer count the supplies immediately!"
The situation was serious, and Captain Christopher quickly took over control of the fortress, and the logistics officers accompanying the army immediately gathered supplies.
"Report to the captain! What kind of material reserves are these damn bastards doing? I can't believe my eyes!"
"Look, the bread and flour in the entire fortress are only enough to feed two thousand soldiers for half a month, but there are more than ten tons of dried sausages and bacon. This is enough for us to eat until Christmas!"
"There are no medical pills at all, but there are more than a thousand pieces of salt and five hundred strips of Spanish ham? Do you want us to cure bacon?"
"And the most terrible thing is that there is no tent, not even a field tent. How can we complete our mission?"
The more the logistics officer talked, the more anxious the regiment commander became. He received an order to let his regiment temporarily act as rangers and control the border fifty kilometers north of Verdun.
Such a task requires breaking up large troops and releasing them, necessary camping, and even intercepting Prussian skirmishers at night.
"There is no tent, no first aid supplies, and not even enough bread. How do you want me to fight? How do you want me to fight!" The regiment leader angrily gave the garrison officer a whip.
"Sir...Sir, there is nothing I can do. I can't change the supplies. I have applied for the vacant items but they have never been delivered!"
"But the unnecessary things were delivered two or three times in a row...that's why this situation happened!"
"Don't be angry, there's no bread to eat, why don't we have sausages? There's enough sausage!"
"Fuck you girl! Are you letting my war horse eat sausages? Everything else is easy to deal with, but the horse stuff must be dealt with!" The regiment leader was so angry that he wanted to whip him again.
The garrison officer was so frightened that he hid behind him, "Sir, sir! It's summer now, and there's plenty of green grass outside. Just let the horses eat grass..."
"I'm going to fuck your daughter..." The furious leader went up and whipped her.
"I am a war horse! Do you understand the war horse? The war horse must eat alfalfa, and it must be mixed with soybeans and even eggs! Otherwise, the war horse will have no physical strength and cannot lead my soldiers into the battle!"
"You damn bastard, fuck your daughter... Do you think your war horse is your donkey?"
Even after whipping the garrison officer, the problem could not be solved in the end. Christopher had no choice but to narrow the scope of the warning and reduce the number of patrols. He could use the limited resources in his hand first!
"Give me a telegram. I want to accuse these damn bureaucrats to the military! I want to complain to the prince!"
"Wait a minute... The prince can't solve this matter. Send a telegram to the queen! We are the Eugenie Cavalry Regiment, and we are the queen's personal guards! Who else can we turn to if we don't look for the queen?"
Soon the emergency telegram from Verdun was sent to the Tuileries Palace. At this time, the usefulness of the title became apparent. Who in the general army would dare to send a telegram directly to the Tuileries Palace?
Even if it is sent, the staff in the telegraph room of the palace will not forward it to His Majesty and the Queen. Such an arrogant telegram will be sent back to the military headquarters as soon as possible. At that time, the person who sent the telegram will also be severely punished!
But Queen Eugenie's Cavalry Regiment is not within this restriction. Although their direct commander is in the military department, according to the laws of the empire, their direct superior is the queen... Although the queen will not give them direct orders, But the law is the law, and the rules are the rules.
Now that the Queen's cavalry regiment was sending a telegram to its immediate superiors, the palace operators had no reason not to send it. Soon Captain Christopher's telegram was placed on the Queen's desk.
Queen Eugenie was stunned when she read the telegram. Of course she knew that the empire's bureaucracy was a bit backward, corrupt, and malfeasant... But she never expected that it would be in such a mess. Even the military supplies were in chaos.
The frowning queen held the telegram and went to find her husband. As soon as she pushed away the people in the study, she realized that her precious son was already arguing with his father here and his face was red!
"Father, I once again request negotiations with Prussia. We cannot go to war directly! We are not prepared at all!"
"The empire is in chaos right now. Either the army can't find rations or medicines. The warehouses in various places are either over-supplied or under-supplied!"
"Those who needed tents found endless rations for individual soldiers, and those who needed engineers* found mountains of bullets and artillery shells..."
"Those who needed salt found a warehouse of tents, and those who needed medical supplies found a room full of*!"
"Father! How can this make us fight! The most terrifying thing is the chaotic railway system. If we have enough trains and long enough railway miles, these problems can be solved!"
"The worst case scenario is to temporarily allocate supplies! But now I can't even find the train. I can't even find the most basic positioning. I can't find the train to coordinate the transportation at all!"
"Father! It's too dangerous. We can't fight this battle. It's not that I'm a coward! It's that we are not prepared at all!"
"At least one month of scheduling time! At least one month!"
Napoleon III sat on the chair with a livid face. He didn't even look at his son, but just listened without saying a word. In the end, he sighed and shook his head.
"There is no way out. This battle must be fought. It's impossible not to fight!"
"I think my son is right..." At this time, the queen opened the door and walked in. When the father and son in the room saw their wife and mother coming, they all stepped forward to greet her.
"Mom, why are you here?" Prince Eugene quickly helped his mother sit down.
"I also know the seriousness of the problem. I just received a telegram. My Queen's Cavalry Regiment has just left for Verdun. The problem he encountered is exactly the same as what my son said!"
After saying that, the telegram was placed in front of her husband. "Look, how chaotic it is. The horses have no feed, the soldiers have no bread, but there is plenty of salt and sausages? What a chaos..."
Prince Eugene struck while the iron was hot and said quickly, "Yes, mother is absolutely right. The overall national strength of France is much higher than that of Prussia! To say that it is ten times or a hundred times is bragging, but it is still no problem to exceed Prussia by four or five times!"
"The total amount of our food reserves, ammunition reserves, war horses, and other military supplies is greater than that of Prussia! But it is because of the dereliction of duty by these bureaucrats that the deployment of supplies has turned into a disaster!"
"There are obviously resources, but not being able to use them is as uncomfortable as a strong man punching cotton!"
"We can't go to war unless we solve this problem! We really can't go to war rashly!"
Just as he was talking, the King of France suddenly stood up with a dark face and slammed the table with a loud bang: "Enough! Enough! Enough..."
"Stop talking, don't say it anymore! No one can question my decision, no one!"
