The next day, as usual, Roland got up very late. When he woke up, Anna was already gone, leaving only a few fine flaxen hairs on his arm and a faint, reassuring fragrance.
There was a breakfast on the bedside table, which was obviously brought up by her from the kitchen. There was also a note on the plate with a short line of words: "I know you like to sleep late, so I won't eat with you." "
"She is still able to keep working and get up on time at this time... I can only say that she is indeed a serious person."
Roland shook his head helplessly and got out of bed. Even if the castle was fully heated, it was still a difficult process to leave the comfortable bed in winter. The wooden basin that Anna used to wash her face was still warm, so he directly washed his face with the remaining warm water in the basin. He then picked up the breakfast and quietly walked to the office on the third floor.
When he opened the office door, Barov and Edith were already waiting for him inside. Nightingale stayed in her usual place — her exclusive recliner by the fireplace. She was reading the witches' comic books and chewing dried fish, looking as comfortable as usual.
"So early today?" Roland pretended to be nonchalant and casually greeted, "What's the matter? Sit down and talk."
"Ahem." The Director of City Hall cleared his throat, as if he had long been accustomed to this. "Your Majesty, the logistical preparations for the attack on the Southernmost Region have been completed. In addition, the recruitment of reserve soldiers is also going well. By next spring, the First Army is expected to have a total of 7,000 soldiers, which is already unrivaled in Graycastle."
"It's only in Graycastle," Edith suddenly interrupted. "Your Majesty is not going to deal with those stupid Knight and nobles."
Roland smiled and opened the report on the table. "Indeed. If we want to fight against the demons, we can't stop the expansion of the population and the construction of the army. The more soldiers the First Army recruits, the better it will be without affecting production. "
Barov was slightly dissatisfied, but since the king had spoken, he could only agree and glare at the Pearl of the Northern Region.
According to common sense, the First Army should be responsible for the recruitment of soldiers and logistics. However, most of the generals under Iron Axe were from humble backgrounds. They might be able to lead troops into battle, but they knew nothing about finance and administration. Therefore, when it came to money and food, Barov still had to cooperate with them.
In the future, when the scale of the First Army was further expanded, this kind of personnel allocation would obviously be somewhat difficult to continue. The simple management framework that had been established in a flash could no longer meet the needs of future development. Perhaps it was time to make a new round of reform of the military system.
Roland turned his attention back to the report. According to Iron Axe's plan, there were about 1,000 soldiers attacking the Southernmost Region. Neverwinter would dispatch 500 veterans to join the new recruits stationed at Fallen Dragon Ridge, and then they would march toward Iron Sand City along the Silver Stream Oasis.
As long as they brought along two 152mm Longsong Cannons, it should not be a problem for such a force to conquer Iron Sand City. However, the key to conquering the Sand Nation was not to conquer the city, but to win the holy duel. Therefore, the role of the First Army was more to escort and maintain order.
The City Hall could handle the logistics of the expedition of a thousand soldiers easily, and the details involved were getting more and more complete. In the past, the situation where he had to personally instruct the soldiers on everything was gone, and some of the details were even beyond his expectations. It was obvious that this was the experience he had accumulated after several actual battles.
"Very well, let's do that." Roland closed the report and looked at the Pearl of the Northern Region. "Do you have anything else to say?"
If it was just to report on logistics, Edith would not have come with Barov.
She had never been the kind of person who liked to snatch credit.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Edith nodded and said, "I heard from Iron Axe that you plan to hold an artillery drill?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I was thinking... can the people of Neverwinter also participate in the drill?" Her second sentence made Roland's eyes light up. "If your people can witness such a spectacular scene, it should greatly increase their enthusiasm to join the army, and in the future, they will certainly be full of confidence in fighting the demons."
"How can we let people participate in this kind of thing?" Barov frowned and said, "It's not like you haven't seen the scene of explosives exploding. What if they are scared out of their wits and think it's a divine punishment?"
"That's also a divine punishment under His Majesty's control. As long as we do a good job of propaganda, this kind of shock can be minimized, "Edith said bluntly." Even a lord of a fief will occasionally hold an open military drill to determine which Knight is more brave and skillful in fighting. In addition to finding some entertainment for the nobles, it also has the intention of declaring military force to the people. "
"The artillery is not like the wooden spear in the hands of the Knight!"
"We can divide the viewing area on the city wall and send policemen to maintain order. Considering the limited number of seats, it's a more reasonable choice to enter the drill with tickets. The ticket price of two silver royals can not only prevent people from swarming in, but also increase an extra income. " Edith spoke with fervor and assurance. It was obvious that she had considered this proposal comprehensively. "In addition, the spectators should also be screened. The age of the ticket buyers should be between 15 and 30 years old. They will also be the main force of various industries in Neverwinter in the future. Enhancing their faith will help to fight against the Battle of Divine Will. And some key departments, such as the personnel of the City hall, I think we should force them to participate... "
Roland was quite tempted. "Isn't this a military parade? It can make a live-fire military parade and a performance together to earn money while also being politically sensitive. Perhaps the talents that the army reform lacks are right in front of us. "
Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Sounds good. Let's do as you say."
"Neverwinter really needs some exciting news."
*****
When Mey passed through the square with a basket full of Bird Beak Mushrooms, she found that the square was full of people. Even though it was snowing, it did not prevent people from gathering around the notice board.
She followed curiously and saw the propagandist shouting in the crowd, "His Majesty the King will hold an open artillery drill in three days. It will be held in the west of the city wall, at the frontline against the demonic beasts! Do you want to see how the First Army's latest sophisticated weapon blows the demonic beasts into pieces? Do you want to feel the shock of the wrath of God? Go to the City hall to sign up now! As long as you meet the requirements, with your ID card and two silver royals, you can get the opportunity to see the heroic fighting posture of the people of the Western Region up close! The seats are limited and the opportunity is rare. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next winter! "
"Is this another new idea of His Majesty? Even the propaganda is so unique." Mey curled her lips and thought, "Carter will probably be very interested in this." However, she did not need to go to the City hall to buy tickets. As the Chief Knight, he would definitely be able to attend this drill with His Majesty.
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