The food situation in the trenches of the Charlemagne side of the Rhine Front could only be described as "getting worse and worse."
Charlemagne had its own unique culinary culture, even though the military headquarters screamed daily, "Luxury is the great enemy," and sent military police to rummage through trash bins to see if there were any meat skins or bones, to see if there were any extravagant non-patriots (Alfheim Media called this the joke of the year). Regardless of what the soldiers on the battlefield were eating, the food in the military camps was still served on linen tablecloths with a seven-course meal including brandy, cigarettes, and chocolate. If you caught a fat man on the streets of Charlemagne, he was either a high-ranking military officer or someone related to military procurement; otherwise, how could he be worried about high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis while everyone else was suffering from hypoglycemia?
