This work arrangent isn’t a case of Horn being harsh towards Martin; rather, it’s how Horn treats himself.
Horn works over ten hours a day himself,
and it’s common for those bishops and work groups to wake up, work, and then sleep.
Although the Salvation Army currently presents an unstoppable montum, seeming confident to surpass Leia and Falan imminently,
Horn himself knows all too well that their regi is too new and their power too weak.
Perhaps a hundred tis stronger compared to the Gulag period, but the gap with current enemies remains enormous.
Any slight negligence could potentially bring the crisis of national demise.
The saying "you need to be strong yourself to forge iron" has been proved true by Horn’s nurous experiences, teaching him that depending on others is less reliable than developing oneself.
To cope with formidable military pressure from outside, Horn has to use his trick—industriousness.
He not only engages in it himself but also forces those below to join in, requiring them to keep up with the pace of the Saint’s Grandson.
Because constructing governnt fraworks takes too long, and the current priority is advancing the "Holy Country Field Decree," Horn adopts more flexible work group models.
For example, there are now twenty-five land distribution groups, seven financial managent groups, five public security groups, and so forth.
These groups report directly to Horn himself.
Although this tires Horn out a bit more, eliminating the delay of layer after layer of communication actually boosts efficiency.
However, currently these are only stopgap asures; eventually, a complete bureaucratic system and departntal hierarchy must be established.
"Is that all?" Horn closed the account books brought by the financial group.
"Yes, Your Grace." The accountant wiped sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, "Currently, we have 115,000 gold pounds, 200,000 gallons of grain; adding the civilian reserves can sustain another month."
"I rember that corn is planted in March and harvested in July, right?"
"Yes, Your Grace." The accountant turned a few pages of the booklet he held, "Under current circumstances, by early May we’ll fall into a complete grain shortage, two months before harvest, and the Church has closed Luca, preventing grain transport to us."
"Counting the grain expenditure for the June expedition to the Tbe Plain, we’re still short nearly 1 million gallons, equivalent to 10 million pounds of grain."
"I understand." Horn contemplated for a long ti before closing the booklet, "You’ve done quite well, you may leave now; while leaving, please let Brother Martin co to ."
"Yes, Your Grace." As the accountant turned, Horn noticed a large sweat stain soaking through the back of his robe.
Horn couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
Unlike those area bishops who were clueless about the actual operation, Horn almost always had these lower-ranking monks sweating profusely when questioned.
Horn, coming from modern tis, already possessed superior thinking ability and broad vision; the only lacking grassroots practical experience was honed from the previous blood-and-sweat journey and during training at Daze Village.
If anyone wants to slack off before the industrious king Horn, there’s no chance.
Although true industriousness ans it’s not particularly grueling, the land distribution groups might feel a bit fatigued, whereas other groups just work about six to seven hours daily.
Being in feudal tis, the Imperial People’s sense of ti is very backward, lacking any punctual concept.
Many cathedral priests claim to work ten hours daily with no rest throughout the year.
But out of those ten hours, only half an hour is spent handling specific affairs, with the rest mingled with naps, leisure, and socializing.
They mix work and rest, working five minutes, resting an hour, rendering efficiency extrely low.
Unlike in modern tis, where work and rest are concentrated separately.
In their eyes, Horn, who works nonstop like a Pope from dawn till dusk, is just insane.
Others surrounding Horn follow the modern thods of high efficiency and fast-paced work flow, ending up utterly exhausted.
Yet, they have to admit, the current administrative efficiency and progress of the Salvation Army exceed previous levels by fivefold.
So lower-ranking monks clearly rember, asuring land by Horn’s term "Hundred Households District" used to take around two weeks.
The current land distribution group takes only 4-6 days for land asurent and distribution of a Hundred Households District.
With 25 land distribution groups acting together, averaging seven Hundred Households Districts daily, they advance brutally.
At the current speed, about a month later, they will complete the Hundred Households system reform for the Devout Special District, involving 100,000 people.
Though hard to manage, once the Hundred Households District reform is complete, Horn’s control and mobilization capability at the grassroots level will far exceed the Empire’s imagination.
Helping Horn accomplish this high efficiency is not so high-quality elite talent, but the Child Soldiers departnt.
The Child Soldiers are divided by function into Cheka led by René, Military Police led by Raphael, and Night Watcher led by Duvalon.
The Cheka handles intelligence gathering and anti-slacking, Military Police manage judicial punishnt and anti-treason, Night Watcher maintains public security and anti-espionage.
The current Child Soldiers have conscripted five batches, totaling 453 people, with ages ranging from 9 to 17 years old.
Those over 15 years old represent one third of the total.
Most of these orphans’ parents died at the hands of knights and nobles, bearing profound hatred towards the Empire and Church.
Under the Pope Country system, they are the youngest, most stubborn, and most fanatical group, hard to bribe.
Weapons farrs and civilians arrested twice for bribery charges by Child Soldiers tragically testify to this point.
Currently, most of those truly responsible for work are above 15 years old; adults still handle specific arrests and a series of tasks.
Yet they are too young, often chaotic and brutal in enforcing law, prone to threats and beatings.
With Cheka and Military Police being typical examples, their reputation among the populace, especially citizens, is not too favorable.
This is sothing Horn recently noticed, but he hasn’t spared ti to address.
In tis of chaos, imposing heavy laws is still essential, and the Pope Country is currently in a warti state.
Various ard farrs, even Public Register Farrs, consorting with forr knight priests aren’t few; Child Soldiers serve as a deterrent quite well.
Yet, this brings an unexpected issue: the attitude of Salvation Army Governnt’s civil personnel towards him has turned to both reverence and fear.
Anyone working under the Salvation Army Governnt, especially lower-ranking monks, trembles upon seeing him.
Despite Horn’s belief that he’s maintained enough gentility and amiability, it hasn’t proven very useful.
As he’s been to the battlefield, that air of violence often makes the weak-minded unable to stand steady.
The last ti Horn lost focus during a briefing and instinctively questioned "Hmm?" the reporting lower monk imdiately knelt down.
Indeed a situation leaving him helpless.
Having dismissed the elderly accountant reporting fiscal details, Horn stood up intending to stretch lazily, only to spot Martin peeking at the doorway.
"Brother Martin, what are you doing standing there? Co in right away."
"Your Grace," Brother Martin shook hands with Horn, bearing dark circles, "I wanted to ask; it’s been three days; when will I be able to go to that huge library?"
"I called you over precisely for this matter," Horn answered succinctly, "Coincidentally, I plan to return to Autumn Dusk Island tomorrow."
"That is wonderful... um, may I boldly ask, you returning to Autumn Dusk Island at this ti, is it for what reason?"
His smile gradually faded, and Horn looked up at the sunset beside dense clouds, "Whether alive or deceased, our War Monks must return ho."
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