"How does the Commander plan to cooperate?" This beauty, who resembled a fla, was instantly intrigued.
The great victory at Lake Asen had already spread throughout the Eastern Desolation, and while everyone was rejoicing, their eyes were also firmly fixed on the abundant spoils of war, which reportedly included millions of livestock and hundreds of thousands of pieces of weaponry and equipnt. Among them were strong and unique Far East Magic Equipnt, whose value was incomprehensible.
The most conservative estimates placed it at over a billion Gold Coins.
As for several billion, it was beyond asurent, and for ordinary people, this was a number incomprehensible by conventional standards.
Unfortunately, the path to the Laiserman Kingdom had been blocked by the surging Tukan Army, and in a short ti, no one could reach via the Golden Road.
Detouring through the Great Valley was indeed an option, and it was said that the path there had been turned into a smooth road by this young commander before them.
However, a temporary action was too late, and the detour would likely take half a month.
And the entire battlefield was constantly changing.
At that ti, no one could clearly predict what the war situation in Cesk would look like, and the role and value of the equipnt shifted dramatically with the progression of the war.
Today’s valuable materials could beco worthless tomorrow.
Conversely, items once ignored by everyone might overnight increase their value a hundredfold.
To most rchants, the risk was too great and beyond their capacity to handle.
And even if they had the courage to take this risk, they might not have the channels; although the Laiserman Kingdom was not entirely closed off, it was not inclined to trade with everyone, especially those with poor reputations or associations with the Red Robe Mages of the Kingdom of Ser, who would be turned away without hesitation.
However, all these various issues seed not to be a problem for the young Commander before them. His reputation in the Laiserman Kingdom had reached the peak attainable for an outsider; things incredibly challenging for others required only a word from him.
Moreover, his transport capacity was astounding, with as many as a thousand of those double-deck war chariots.
The War Chariot Legion did not shrink due to the brutal losses of war; on the contrary, as their fa spread on the battlefield, more Great Valley People voluntarily joined, bringing their numbers over ten thousand, in addition to the construction efforts led by the Giant Valley Druids.
The War Chariot Legion was split and expanded into two, maintaining an organizational structure of ten people per chariot.
Judging by their travel speed, they were definitely not empty chariots, at least half-loaded.
He had imnse courage, even engaging in smuggling in front of an enemy with a substantial light cavalry, unafraid of being intercepted, possibly suffering losses, and yet turning recently seized spoils back to the enemy.
His thods were astonishing, cultivating a group of gnolls normally disregarded by countless others to a level beyond ordinary imagination.
What was exceptionally difficult roadwork for others, he handled as if it were as easy as drinking cold water.
In a single day, he could create hundreds of kiloters of Tarthan Road, a perfect match for the War Chariot Legion he led.
When the enemy stepped onto it, it beca a death trap concentration, offering little more speed than in the wilderness while demanding enormous effort and incurring personnel losses, truly a costly endeavor.
As they say, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
As long as the military supplies he transported weren’t too shoddy, the rcenaries would fight over them; they were always willing to spare no expense to arm themselves.
On the battlefield, good equipnt not only increases their chances of survival but also offers more opportunities for military achievents, allowing them to plunder more spoils and wealth.
"The Captain is an expert in this aspect, conveniently helping us evaluate the feasibility of this plan; here are the draft plan and a list of so precious materials."
Gaven handed two sheets of parchnt to King Yasan and Captain Rayana, briefly introduced, "Through negotiation with the Witches’ Council of the Laiserman Kingdom, we unanimously believe that leaving those spoils to gather dust in the Laiserman Kingdom would be a huge waste.
We have decided to incentivize the rcenaries and locals as much as possible to resist the Tukan Army by offering rewards, exchanging spoils, swapping prisoners, and awarding military achievents."
After briefly reviewing the list Gaven handed over, even King Yasan couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Because the quantity and quality of those materials were astounding, even as the ruler of a nation, he was tempted, for acquiring them could promptly raise a strong army.
"A rcenary Guild! A warti version of the rcenary Guild!" Rayana’s face turned incredulous as she gazed at Gaven with a renewed perspective.
She no longer rembered how many tis her view of this young man had been refreshed.
A year ago, when she first heard his na, she laughed dismissively.
She just considered him a newcor, blindly fumbling around in the Rocklands, and it wouldn’t take long before he hit a wall.
And indeed, when the developnt of his Gnoll territory reached a certain level, he tampered down, showing little progress over a prolonged period.
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