Ang sat atop the platform in the newly built military camp, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding soldiers.
The seven thousand soldiers had largely been settled in. Some were youths who had only just enlisted, most of them sixteen years old, their faces still youthful but their eyes filled with resolve and expectation.
The two thousand "veterans," however, left Ang with mixed feelings.
At first, he had assumed they were veterans returning from other battlefields. To his surprise, these two thousand men had merely participated in a single plane war. Those who survived had been regrouped and sent to North Wind Territory.
After confirming the news, he slammed a hand against the table and roared, "What kind of arrangement is this?" Clearly, he was deeply dissatisfied with Betsy's move.
"Was he in such a hurry to send these soldiers over because he knew we urgently needed fighting strength, so he deliberately pulled something like this?" Ang muttered to himself.
He could not help sighing. This arrangement had truly caught him off guard.
Fortunately, the Military Department had given him plenty of time. A six-month training period was enough for him to train these soldiers to a certain standard.
Even so, Ang still felt somewhat unwilling to accept it. The quality of these recruits varied greatly, especially the two thousand so-called veterans. If they were not trained properly, the consequences could be severe.
Once that unwillingness passed through Ang's heart, he quickly calmed down and reassessed the situation.
Since I'm doing this, I'll do it well. With that, he adjusted the camp's training plan and began assigning tasks and refining tactics.
After a period of training, Ang gradually discovered that although these soldiers lacked a solid foundation, their potential could still be developed.
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