January 14, 916, by the White Coast.
Kiriyenko rode his horse across the highway, passing by a recently captured supply convoy.
"General, would you like a Prosen cigarette?" a soldier distributing supplies called out loudly.
Kiriyenko smiled, "You all share it; I'm not used to their cigarettes. The ones I roll myself are stronger!"
After saying this, he took out a cigarette rolled with newspaper from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, and continued to ride forward.
His Deputy Officer shouted to the soldiers, "Don't just focus on grabbing cigarettes, alcohol, and food, distribute the ammunition as well; we still have to continue fighting deep into enemy territory."
"Got it!"
Kiriyenko's Cavalry Troops had been "Prosenized," wielding Prosen submachine guns and grenades, all for the sake of logistical convenience.
