When Aisha returned to the North Wind Territory after seeing Baron Allen off, the sky had already begun to darken. She parked the little old car, walked up to Ang, and asked with some concern, "Brother, can these nags really meet our needs?"
Ang smiled faintly and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "There's no helping it. Real warhorses are hard to acquire, especially in remote places like ours. To buy high-quality warhorses, we'd probably have to go to the heart of the Empire or use special channels through other major planes. But don't worry. We don't need to fight any wars for the time being. These nags are enough for patrols and transportation. Once the territory develops and we have sufficient resources, I'll definitely replace them with real warhorses for everyone."
Aisha nodded. Although she still had doubts about the nags' capabilities, she trusted Ang's judgment.
The following afternoon, Ang had just returned from inspecting the military camp when he heard hoofbeats approaching from afar. Before long, one hundred nags were driven neatly into the North Wind Territory. Leading them was a middle-aged man in a tidy uniform. He dismounted and respectfully bowed to Ang. "Baron Ang, these are the horses my lord ordered me to deliver. He has also arranged for several experienced grooms to remain in your territory for a time and assist in training your people in feeding and caring for horses."
Ang nodded, a pleased smile appearing on his face. "Baron Allen's efficiency is truly admirable. These horses arrived at exactly the right time. Thank you for your efforts."
He rolled up his sleeves and personally stepped forward to inspect the horses. The nags Allen had sent were evenly built and sleek-coated, clearly having been carefully raised and selected. Ang even had the territory's original farm horses