I Become a Staff Officer in the Demon Army, but I Can Only Do Office Work!

Before the transfer, there was a country called Russia on Earth, the world I was in. There was a country called the Soviet Union, but fine.

The vast national territory, and the number of mobilizations coming from what soldiers can take from the fields, has afflicted neighbouring countries many times, but the elements that make them suffer the most are Russia's strongest generals.

Who's that?

There are as many famous generals as Kutuzov or Jukov, but the answer is one when it comes to becoming the "strongest Russian general" everyone admits.

It's General Winter.

A very capable general, so much so that he drove back the French Empire, led by the genius Napoleon, and the German Third Empire, which was marching on with the momentum of the bamboo. Occasionally, I waver at Russia.

The cold weather in winter is troublesome. Special, as for the barracks.

When fighting soldiers all they need is food, equipment, ammunition, medicines, household goods, entertainment, etc. If we have a mechanized unit, we need ammunition, fuel, repair parts, tools, etc. for weapons, and we have to send numerous supplies constantly and continuously as times go down.

Carrying those products to the forefront in Russia, which has a wide area of national territory, is a difficult task even in the summer. Besides, Russia's infrastructure is poor.

With the addition of "winter cold" there, the stomach and supply lines of the barracks officials break through the limits.

Winter cold increases the amount of supplies needed.

Typical are fuels for cold protection and warmth.

Mechanization units will be asked for further maintenance components to move even under severe cold.

Additional items to the long supply line in broad Russia, and the carriage truck truck trucks prepared to carry those items must also be able to withstand the winter cold.

Either side will have a load of 100 on the barracks, but when that hits the top, the load on the barracks will be 10,000 at 100x100.

I explained it for a long time, but that's all winter is horrible.

Even in technologically advanced modern times, winter cold can't be foolish.

Naturally, even the demon king's army, which has not advanced in technology, can't fool around with the winter cold.

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In the middle of October.

A few days after the Battle of Fall Name.

I'm getting muddy in my futon because I'm on vacation. It was hitting me so cold (physics) when I went to bed at night, but when I woke up in the morning, I treated him warmly and said, "No, don't leave me..." (phantom) He won't let me go.

This warmth is the flavor of winter. That it's worth sleeping in twice.

I'm on vacation, and I'll sleep till noon.

Do you still have the influence of intense duty until the day before, the consciousness to sink in like mud? I travel into my dreams in a few minutes thinking about going to bed.

Sophia's voice sounds realistically clear calling for "Dear Akira, Akira" even though the video is obscure in her dreams. Cool and clear voices are what fascinates everyone.

"Dear Akira, please wake up"

But, Mr. Sophia, I say pretty harsh things in my dreams. Do you think I won't sleep again? You want me to work? Okay, I'm on vacation today.

"It's an emergency. I'm sorry about the rest of the day."

Itching and the feeling of your body shaking. Oh, my God, looks like your dreams have been made real these days. I feel slightly Sophia's temperature and breath.

"If you kiss me, I'll wake up."

In my dreams.

It's free if you just say so, and it doesn't have an immediate impact where you're pissed off.

My wife, Mr. Sophia, doesn't do much of this to me. It feels like it's too much of a favor to ask from here, but it's not a problem because it's in my dreams.

And when I say dream, I say I'm free to manipulate the story when I recognize I'm a dream. Come on, Mr. Sophia, jump into my chest--

"Hey, hey, what are you saying to sleep! Please wake up."

Bassa, and Futon danced the universe, and I said, "It's cold!," he screamed.

I finally understood that we seemed to live in the real world, not in real life dreams. The worst wake up evil drives the memories of dreams I've ever had into the depths of micro sleep.

"... that? Mr. Sophia, why?

"I'm sorry. It's hard to get up. It's an emergency."

Ms. Sophia answered, dyeing her cheeks slightly red.

"What's up? Your face is red, but did you even catch a cold?

"... because Master Akira says something strange."

"Yes?"

"Nothing! Anyway, it's an emergency!

Do you want to mislead something, or is it really an emergency, Ms. Sophia points out the window as she strips her fangs?

What? What? Has the Devil's Capital been attacked by air? If so, it's certainly important, but I didn't hear a bombing or anything, and it wouldn't be.

With that in mind, I looked outside rubbing my sleepy lid, and there I saw the Devil's Capital wrapped in a side of silver.

...... yeah? Silver?

When I open my eyes firmly, something like cotton is coming down from heaven punching me in the window. It literally piles up the roads of the Devil's City, the roofs of the houses, the plains, and the mountains of silver.

Snow.

I know about that.

The problem is that it's only mid-October. Although it is the Devil's Capital in the cold zone, the first snow is generally early to mid-November, and naturally the first snow is not a blizzard, and the snow accumulation is known.

but the sight in front of me is different.

"Become..."

It's a snowstorm. The snow accumulation is already more than 10 cm to look at and predict the snow accumulated on the window helicopter. There is no way to stop it. Today we entered the middle of the winter all at once into a habit where the autumnal weather continued until the day before.

"Hey, what the heck? Oh!?

"It's snow."

To my cry, Mr. Sophia answered colder than the snow.

"Dear Akira, It is the first snow more than twenty days earlier than usual. Besides, as you can see, it's a blizzard. I wanted to hold an emergency response meeting."

".................. oh yes"

I got caught on the spot. Because General Winter has arrived.

"Um, Master Akira? Are you all right, sir?

"It's not okay at all. My stomach..."

There's going to be a hole.

"Oh, uh, are you sure you're okay? Maybe I just had to wake you up..."

You felt guilty for once, Mr. Sophia approaching to intervene in an odd way. I kind of felt a little cute and thought I was rejoicing.

"It's okay. If you kiss me, I might cure you."

"Huh!? Oh, um..."

My face stains red all at once. Hehe, so light and cute -,

"Could it have been earlier, was it? And that means it's in your memory, right?

…………

No, I'm angry. He turns away, and Mr. Sophia exposes his anger with certainty. I don't break my expression, but I've known her for a long time. That also means it's her pretty spot again.

I don't think it's a good idea if it stays like this.

"Oh, Mr. Sophia. I'm gonna get dressed, so I'm gonna go outside a little bit."

"Dear Akira, we haven't talked..."

Forced to kick me out and change into my usual work clothes.

While sighing at the crushed vacation, recalling an earlier exchange,

"Maybe next time I'll try a wall dong or a crotch dong"

and begins work in desperate circumstances.