Vitgenstein felt a sudden tension in his heart, and said to the cavalry commander, "Go further, to Shostka, Gluhov, at least gather a week's worth of supplies!"
"Yes, General!"
However, that very night, the Cossack cavalry reported to him that they had not found enough food even 50 Russian miles away.
Vitgenstein frowned, pondering how many more days his logistics could last if he continued the pursuit, when suddenly he heard chaotic shouts in the distance, seemingly mixed with gunfire.
He glanced at the adjutant beside him, "Go see what's going on."
The latter returned in just over ten minutes, anxious, "General, the 11th Infantry Battalion stole some liquor, causing a conflict with the town's Chamber of Commerce."
"Damn it! You go personally, and don't let them cause too much trouble."
"Yes, General."
