The next day.
Just after seven in the morning, the shrill alarm rang.
Su Deben yawned three times, rubbed his still-sore eyes, climbed out of bed, and slapped off the alarm.
Throughout the winter, three battles on the front lines had consumed vast quantities of supplies, placing enormous pressure on logistics.
Now that large quantities of scarce supplies had arrived at the front in early spring, the commanders had, for once, reached a consensus. They had opened the Resource Warehouse and let the entire army consume whatever it wanted for the whole night.
As long as no one wasted anything, everyone could eat their fill, with the logistics department picking up the bill.
Thus, aside from those on essential guard duty, everyone else had partied from six in the evening until two in the morning, when they gradually dispersed. Every one of them had eaten until their bellies were round and laughed until their faces were numb.
The invisible pressure seemed to have been completely released along with that meal.
Their bodies and minds had been cleansed, and their souls elevated.
According to incomplete statistics, the prepared dishes transported from Tian Yuan Territory had been consumed at a rate of over ninety percent in just one night. Only a few sweet- and savory-flavored dishes remained.
In addition, a full ten million jin of rice had been consumed, once again refreshing humanity's understanding of Routewalkers' appetites.
"Not enough sleep. I absolutely didn't get enough sleep!"
After sitting blankly for quite a while, Su Deben finally forced himself to perk up. He sat upright and leaned against the headboard.
Back when the Butterfly Civilization was still around, even at the height of his power, he had only commanded an Expeditionary Force of seven hundred thousand.
Now, a single Central Region Army had