Sharing the Joy (6)

After confirming Ang's achievements, the Military Department left the Volgograd Frontline carrying detailed maps drawn by the Territorial Administration Division.

Ang stood quietly atop the city wall, watching their departing procession, his heart as steady as cast iron.

This land had not come easily. He could not allow outsiders to meddle in it.

Ang personally drafted the land declaration documents, using meticulous wording.

He clearly marked the entire region as "self-developed territory," then divided it reasonably, keeping half under his own name.

Another portion was allocated to the female warriors of the Rose Warband under the pretext of "contributions to the joint campaign."

This not only strengthened their control over the city wall, but also gave the female warriors who had followed him through life and death land and honor of their own.

That afternoon, Ang gathered every member of the Rose Warband in a recently constructed stone command hall.

His expression was calm, yet carried a hint of solemnity.

The female warriors arrived one after another, quietly conversing among themselves. Clearly, they had sensed that today's gathering was unusual.

"From now on, we only need to do one thing." Ang looked at them, his voice firm. "Hold this city wall."

"Commander, this wall stretches for more than three hundred kilometers. With so few of us... how are we supposed to defend it?" one female warrior asked with a frown.

Her question drew agreement from the others.

Indeed, although they were formidable, their numbers were far from enough to form an effective defense across such a vast front.

Ang nodded. He had anticipated this long ago.

He cleared his throat and said, "I intend to recruit a two-thousand-man garrison under each of your names."

The female warriors looked at one another, then broke into low murmurs.

After a while, Janice