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Chapter 104 The Treatment of the Legion
Chapter 104 The Treatment of the Legion
Spring March 30st.
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Six days later.
Richard led his army back to the far north.
When he saw the frost-covered city walls, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had rushed back as fast as he could, finally managing to get back on the second-to-last day of spring.
The seven-day journey wasn't exactly arduous, but the packhorses were too slow, making it incredibly uncomfortable for him to follow behind while simultaneously feeling both leisurely and anxious.
If it weren't for his little darling Celia helping him cool down, he would have wanted to leave the legion and ride the Great Fortune back first.
Currently, more than two hundred people in the legion have reached the initial stage of transcendence thanks to Iridium crops, so even if they march alone, it wouldn't be a big problem.
The Iridium crops were something he brought with him when he left Chiffon. At that time, the farmland had just finished harvesting a batch, so he simply brought fifty portions.
All these Iridium crops were thrown into a pot and stewed haphazardly. As long as they were full, they could step into the extraordinary realm. The remaining three hundred or so people could only wait until they returned to their territory.
Fifty Iridium-based crops!
When Im was taken out of the sealed wooden barrel, the clustered purple light almost blinded the veterans.
Many people have seen more Iridium-based crops in their entire lives than they have seen at this moment.
When Karl said that these were all grown using magic by the lord, they realized why Anthony had asked them to keep it a secret.
If it's not kept secret...
The Chiffon Wasteland could be trampled into a dent by humans and alien races from all over the continent!
but...
All the soldiers were extremely excited. They hadn't even reached Qifeng Territory yet, and some of their comrades had already entered the extraordinary realm.
They began to dream about the future, singing folk songs and ditties about running wolves as they marched, killing a few monsters and crushing some bandits along the way to satisfy their urges, having a great time.
As for more secrets about chiffon cake, Anthony and Im did not tell them in advance.
Since I really didn't know how to bring it up, I decided to let them see for themselves. I guarantee they wouldn't say a word once they saw it.
Richard did not return early for another major reason: after all, this was the first official march since the formation of the Chiffon Legion.
to him.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe and learn, because he had not received professional military training and had only a superficial understanding of some military knowledge.
He wanted to see firsthand how marching, setting up camp, logistics, and frontline command were done, so that he wouldn't make rash decisions and issue confusing orders in the future.
Although in the future, the commands he'll likely issue will mostly be pointing at the map and saying things like, "Blast this place to pieces," "Crush that place immediately," and "Don't dawdle after you're done, come back early to celebrate."
But we still need to study and try to be as informed as possible.
When setting up camp, the veterans never chose low-lying, waterlogged areas or dense forests with overly thick foliage; they only chose sheltered earthen slopes or rocky cliffs.
Shallow ditches must be dug around the camp, and sentry posts are arranged in layers, with visible and hidden sentries supporting each other.
After seeing it with his own eyes, he finally had a general idea.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of Chiffon Legion learned things from their lord that were beyond their comprehension during their march.
The most obvious example is the supply of provisions for troops on the march.
Leaving aside the soldiers' own rations, they prepare several kilograms of dry food to put on their horses, and with hunting in the wild, they can last for about a week.
But the horse's feed is not good.
The northern region is quite harsh and cold, with little fresh grass in the wild. If there is any, it will be cut down to feed pigs, cattle, and sheep.
A horse needs at least five kilograms of food per day, and a more robust one may need more than ten kilograms.
Six hundred horses.
It takes three to six thousand kilograms a day.
If sufficient provisions are not prepared in advance, they will not only fail to aid in transportation but will also become a burden that slows down the march.
Monster war mounts are not like that. Although monsters have a large appetite, they can go for more than ten days without eating and still be fine.
Just like Dayun, when it first arrived at the Chiffon Wasteland to start a new life, it was actually always hungry. It only got about 60% full when the cabbage ripened.
If this were a regular packhorse, it would be in serious trouble if it went hungry for two days.
Given the scarcity of food in the wild, Richard offered a rather extravagant solution.
—Buy it!
All you need to do is go to the nearby territory within two days and buy wheat, vegetables, and the like to feed the horses.
Things that can be done with money.
It's not a difficult thing.
When the lord made this decision, the soldiers of the legion initially thought they had misheard.
It took two inquiries to confirm that it wasn't wheat straw and rotten vegetable leaves, but rather a variety of high-quality leafy greens with added wheat grains.
that moment.
The shock they experienced was truly revolutionary.
In their minds, wheat and vegetables were fine food for human consumption, yet the lord wanted to use them to feed the packhorses.
Leila, being rather naive, pulled out a few rye cakes and ran to ask the lord if she could exchange them for some fodder for her packhorses.
Before the lord could respond.
Anthony took the rye bread from her hand and threw it far away, knowing that the lord would surely dislike it.
She might even frown and say something sarcastic, like, "Ugh! Take it away! Just seeing it makes my throat hurt."
Seeing this, the Chiffon Legion realized that their lord was actually a little willful.
Even if you have a lot of money, you can't just squander it like this. These are just packhorses, not some fancy mounts. Is it really necessary to be so extravagant?
But then the lord announced a policy that drove them even more crazy.
He planned to give each of the six hundred-man battalions one hundred gold coins as logistical funds, and succinctly informed them:
Unless you encounter extremely special circumstances, when you are on military campaigns in the future, do not report to me about trivial matters.
If it's not available, buy it.
understand?
Because we need to develop the land as much as possible to produce more life-sustaining food.
and so.
In most parts of the empire, as long as the area isn't too remote, you can basically find a territory every two days, so there's no worry about not being able to buy food even if you have money.
of course.
This logistical funding was also used to resolve minor problems encountered while on the march.
For example, replenishing weapon maintenance oil, tinder, tents, cooking utensils, etc. on-site, and replacing damaged horses,
A scabbard or something similar.
In short...
When you go out to fight or handle business, if you encounter any problems that can be solved with money, just use the logistical funds to solve them for me. Once you've spent all the money, just submit a report and ask me for more.
0 is not OK?
OK, right?
Good!
Richard preferred to solve problems with money and didn't want his soldiers to suffer from logistical supply issues.
What did you say?
How should this logistical funding be monitored?
No need.
Richard set a monthly salary of three gold coins for his soldiers. In addition, they received benefits during holidays and luxury items such as high-end wines and fine clothes on ordinary days.
For those with children, I'll take care of all their necessities until they reach adulthood.
Let me show you what it feels like to be embraced by a chiffon cake.
Given this kind of treatment, if someone were to risk their life to steal those hundred gold coins, then the other party could only be described as an idiot who can't even tell the difference between a pot lid and a shield.
Only these veterans deserve this treatment; they have been tempered by the wolves and have a certain sense of honor and shame.
If an ordinary free citizen received these top-tier benefits, they might actually become more afraid of death.
of course.
Richard had a special request for them.
No eating without permission!
Every spare moment in their stomachs must be used to digest Iridium food. Only in this way can they all advance to the advanced transcendent level within half a year.
What?
Do you want to eat the pancakes your wife makes?
not allowed.
At most, once summer arrives and iridium wheat is produced, you can have your wife go to the kitchen and make a meal of iridium wheat cakes for everyone.
During the march, Richard, bored, talked to the soldiers about future policies and benefits, and they all became so excited that they trembled with excitement.
They howled and screamed, saying they wanted to get to Chiffon Territory as soon as possible to settle down and serve their lord to the death.
Kevin even asked if they should carry the packhorses to continue their journey when they got tired.
Richard was certain he was serious and not joking, so he didn't mention the war mounts and magical equipment again.
To avoid ending up like those four crazy female slaves in the orphanage, whose minds were stimulated to the point of becoming mentally unstable, which would be a greater loss than a gain.
but.
Six hundred gold coins was a considerable sum for Richard at this moment.
Because he only has a little over three hundred gold coins left, he simply can't come up with that much cash.
and so.
He planned to visit Frosthold again to inquire about the profit sharing from selling farming techniques.
To put it simply, just selling to the Snow Deer and Snow Fox families would net me a share of a thousand gold coins.
While we're at it, let's gather some intelligence.
Um..
certainly...
Seeing Lucy was just a side trip...
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