Volgograd (19)

After coming down from the top of the sentry tower, Ang's gaze fell on the female warriors busily working on the drill ground.

Clad in Enchanted Armament, sweat beaded on their foreheads as they diligently followed the Enchanted Armament Knights in learning how to clean the Black Scale Horses' hooves and the gaps in their equipment.

Some of them even crouched on the ground, carefully grooming the warhorses' manes.

Their focus and meticulousness made Ang nod to himself.

He knew very well that if they relied on combat training alone, their growth would inevitably be limited. Only by laying a solid foundation through the most basic tasks could they avoid dying on the battlefield because of minor mistakes.

The potential of these female warriors could not be underestimated.

Among the one hundred and twenty of them, the youngest, Maya, was not yet twenty, while the oldest, Janice, was only in her early thirties. Most were around twenty-four or twenty-five.

In terms of talent, not even anyone among the Flame Swordsmen or Enchanted Armament Knights could compare to them.

Not long after Ang returned to his tent, Janice entered with a serious expression.

"Commander, do you still have any Enchanted Armament for the Black Scale Horses ridden by the Enchanted Armament Knights? Could our female warriors' mounts be equipped with a set as well?"

Her tone was neither servile nor overbearing, and her eyes revealed a strong sense of responsibility. Clearly, she was fighting for the team's interests.

Ang paused briefly before shaking his head. "No. Those were custom-made in batches before, and they've all been used up."

Janice's expression stiffened, and a trace of disappointment flashed through her eyes. After saluting, she turned and left without another word.

During the two days he was stationed at Sentry Tower One, Ang