Louis looked at the manual in his hand, his lips curling slightly as if he had finally been waiting for this sentence.
The manual spread out on the stone table with a "flap" sound, his slender fingers pressing down one corner: "Therefore, the Red Tide Knight Order must reform; we need to establish a complete corps system.
The main group will remain stationed at Red Tide, maintaining the current battle group structure."
He drew a circle on the paper, labeled as the Red Tide main group.
Then he pointed out three marks on three sides of the page: "In addition, establish three sub-groups in the east, north, and west, stationed respectively at Mai Lang and other new important territories. Each group will have three hundred to five hundred mbers, flexibly adjusted according to the size of the area."
"Finally, the special units." He drew several intersecting arrow symbols at the bottom of the page.
"They can be called the Fla Breath unit, the Red Frost unit, or other special nas, consisting of thirty to fifty Elite Knights per unit, specializing in raids, scouting, and tactical experints. More than three units can be ford to serve as reserves of elite power."
Lambert had been listening silently, his gaze fixed on that piece of paper, not rushing to express an opinion.
Only after Louis finished speaking did Lambert slowly speak, "The concept of the special units... the responsibilities are clearly defined, very well. However, I suggest that such combat units should not belong to the local sub-groups."
Louis showed a hint of a smile, as if waiting for him to say this, he moved his finger and directly drew a line on the paper: "Then they will fall under my personal managent."
Louis did not stop his pen, his fingertips marking another stroke on the parchnt, his tone steady as he continued: "Next, establish the Red Tide Military Achievent List."
He raised his head, his eyes sweeping over the knight array still drilling outside the pavilion, his gaze as steady as a mountain.
"They need to know that every battle, every bit of sweat and blood, must earn them sothing in return."
He tapped the stone table with his knuckles, counting items in an indifferent tone: "Military achievent points will be tied to the number of enemies defeated, cooperation rate, and task completion rate. It’s not about who shouts the loudest; it’s about who truly draws the sword.
To get promoted, one must et the achievent standards and pass the assessnts. The true hard-core will not be overlooked.
Those with both high achievent and seniority can participate in a ’military-political joint review’ once a quarter to propose and oversee in etings."
As he spoke, his tone suddenly beca a bit lower, yet increasingly powerful: "It’s no longer just obeying orders to charge, but being able to propose plans and set goals. Even as knights, they should have their own judgnts.
Finally, those who accomplish strategic-level rits can be ’appointed as fort guardians’, becoming independent garrison leaders and enjoying quasi-nobility treatnt."
The pavilion was silent. Even the wind seed to hold its breath.
Lambert raised an eyebrow, looking at the draft with a complex expression: "This system... will make many people envious. But it will indeed... make people push themselves."
"It should be so." Louis looked at him with a faint smile, "If a system cannot motivate people to improve, then it’s better not to have it."
The scribe had been diligently recording as Louis spoke, until at this mont he finally paused, his fingers trembling slightly, causing a small ink mark on the parchnt.
He quietly glanced up at Louis; the young lord remained calm, his tone unhurried.
As if the proposals he just made, which could set any Knight Order’s blood boiling, were as common as a weather forecast.
"...However, I’m not finished yet."
Louis’s tone suddenly lightened a bit, redirecting to gently tap the other column on the draft paper.
"Military achievent points, in addition to promotion, can also be exchanged for resources."
He extended three fingers, his tone calm yet imbued with a hint of ambition: "First, advancent potions, for breakthroughs in Fighting Energy bottlenecks, ridian repairs.
Second, exclusive armants. I will ask the blacksmith group to specially forge iconic weapons and armor, to commorate true ritorious individuals.
Third, land deeds, not temporary garrison, but privately owned settlent land deeds. As long as they’re fought for, they can be kept."
At this point, he glanced up at the sky, yet in his eyes, it seed as if flas ignited.
"I don’t want the relationship with knights to be just an ordinary contract; knights should truly feel a sense of belonging, hope, and legacy."
Even Lambert couldn’t help but whisper as if muttering to himself, "...Red Tide will eventually beco a knight sanctuary."
Louis seed not to hear, and further supplented the next point:
"Besides military achievent incentives, living guarantees cannot fall behind..." He swiftly turned to the next page, his tone returning to its usual calm, "Write down this part."
He looked at the scribe, who imdiately stood at attention, picked up the pen again, and copied down the words Louis had written in the draft:
Residence rights: Those above the rank of Official Knight may apply to live in the ’Red Tide Barracks.’ Complete with private ditation rooms, bathrooms, hot water... it’s not a barrack, it’s a ho.
Food security: Three als a day with basic rations high-energy Demon Beast at, with additional Fighting Energy als during warti to boost and recover combat power.
dical system: Free treatnt for injuries, post-battle therapy, energy adjustnts after breakthroughs, all-in-one package, without costing a penny.
Family policy: Families of those with excellent performance can relocate to the Red Tide Special Zone, enjoying access to compulsory education, primary school quotas, and priority in territorial shops.
Veteran placent: Non-fatal disabled personnel can apply for transfer to positions such as ’Instructor’, ’Agricultural Defense Chief’, ’Waterway Guardian,’ etc., ensuring they are not abandoned or forgotten.
...
The wind blew lightly outside the pavilion, sweeping across the sound of clashing swords in the training grounds along the corridor.
Lambert took a gentle breath and chuckled softly, "...These, Red Tide already has, but they’ve always been unwritten rules."
"Now they are to be explicitly written into the Knight’s Code?" The scribe swallowed.
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