"As of this week, a total of approximately 76,000 tons of transport ships have been sunk in the waters surrounding Guadalcanal, in accordance with your orders. The personnel transport ships headed for Gourd Island's landing zone have all safely reached their destination, while all other transport ships carrying wounded and supplies have been sunk. According to reports from frontline scouts, Charlemagne Soldiers on the island are organizing mobile military police patrols to prevent soldiers from consuming the corpses of their comrades."
Jelas put down the report and respectfully nodded to the other end of the desk.
The struggle for Guadalcanal had been going on for only a week, and those with clear heads could already foresee the outcome of the battle.
No one in the world can fill an abyss, nor can anyone win a victorious battle in a hell of high temperatures and humidity, with corpses strewn about and supplies cut off.
