Who says logistics can't fight?

Compared to the food the soldiers outside were eating, the nobles' fare was much more extravagant.

There were various meticulously prepared dishes, and large amounts of honey, wine, and condensed milk were giving off their sweet aromas.

However, in contrast to the soldiers' cheerful atmosphere, the nobles' behavior was two-faced.

While praising Henry's generosity and expressing their gratitude for his invitation, they ate almost nothing except for some drinks.

Except for Boman and Bain, those two were competing to see who could finish a small roasted suckling pig first.

The viscounts and barons held up their wine cups, elegantly expressing their congratulations and clinking glasses with Henry, but Henry could feel their coldness and distance.

Damn nobles, one day, all of you will lose your heads. Henry smiled and drank the wine, while thinking about how these people would die.

Henry constantly moved among the nobles. The knights, on the other hand, were very fond of Henry and offered sincere congratulations.

As lesser nobles, they didn't dare to offend anyone. Every noble who showed signs of rising was an object of their admiration and flattery.

The Champion Banner Knight found Henry, expressed his congratulations, and drank the wine in his cup.

"Knight, the Legion Commander sends his congratulations, but he cannot come. The parchment you brought back allows us to estimate the population, grain reserves, and armament and armor rates of some Demihuman tribes. The Legion Commander is still busy with many operational plans.

As well as your bounty and rewards, sir."

"Of course, officer, you can enjoy these foods to your heart's content. I wish you a happy day."

After communicating with everyone, Henry returned to his tent and discussed the next course of action with Glen.

Since they had already cooperated once, there could definitely be a second time. Glen believed that Henry could bring victory.

"Where's Fas? Not with you?"

Glen shook his head, ate a piece of cream bread, and said, "He seems to have gone to compete with Boman on who can eat faster. I think your attendant is also participating."

Henry rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with these three childish guys, and said to Glen, "When will the bounty and rewards be distributed? Did your Count relative tell you?"

"I don't know either, but it should be today. Perhaps it will be distributed soon?"

Henry nodded, tore a wing from the roasted chicken, dipped it in honey, and ate it off the bone in one bite, leaving Glen dumbfounded.

"Wow, Henry, not only are you good with a sword, but your mouth is also very powerful."

Henry snorted and chewed the chicken, saying, "I have something even more powerful, but I don't think you want to try it."

Glen quickly waved his hand. He was not interested in the same sex. In the Empire, if a relationship between people of the same sex was discovered, it often meant castration, punishment, and death.

"By the way, Henry, we need more manpower. Although we gained a lot this time, which was completely worth it, there are almost no serfs left who were responsible for the frontal fighting. If this continues, it will lead to us being unable to sustain ourselves."

Henry sighed and didn't speak. He was also thinking about this problem.

"If we temporarily buy serfs and send them to the battlefield, it might cause them to mutiny, not only wasting money but also causing heavy losses to our private army."

Henry nodded and said, "But those mercenaries are even more unreliable, aren't they? They dare to fight hard when they act alone.

Because that's for themselves, but when we hire them to fight, they can even fight for three days and three nights without a scratch."

Glen smiled and asked, "Henry, I want to hear your opinion."

"I don't have any good suggestions, Glen. We can only rely on ourselves now. I still have nearly two hundred private soldiers. I can fight some small battles.

If we combine our forces, we can completely confront a small group of demihumans head-on."

Glen shook his head and explained helplessly, "Use our private soldiers for a frontal battle? Over a hundred serfs can't support a fight. They can only cheer us on. If it weren't for enough supervisory teams, they would have run away long ago.

I can't let my cavalry die here. They are my treasures for deterring the nobles within my territory and the surrounding areas."

Henry lowered his eyes and said, "Then we can't continue to cooperate, Glen. I'm sorry."

Glen sighed, ate some more fruit, and then left.

The barracks banquet lasted for three hours before everyone dispersed.

At the same time, Henry also received the bounty and reward sent by Sebastian. Three thousand five hundred Denar, and an appointment.

Knight Henry Burley, appointed as the Seventh Legion Temporary Right Wing Independent Quartermaster, responsible for logistics train transportation and ensuring supplies are undamaged. Starting from the day of departure, the salary is one thousand Denar per month, and he will enjoy the legion's grain and fodder.

Henry couldn't quite describe how he felt about this situation. He was somewhat relaxed, but also a little unwilling.

Quartermaster, easy money, and it completely eliminated Henry's shortage of manpower. Logistics, it's not fighting, having people to transport is enough.

War is like this, logistics only needs to transport, while the warriors on the front line have a lot to consider.

This job would allow him to make a fortune, at least adding two more villages to his territory.

However, Henry wanted to be on the battlefield more, to gain more "treasures."

"No, who said logistics can't fight? I can completely take Bain and the cavalry to participate in the battle when the fighting starts."

Henry smiled and shook his head, called Claude and Philip, and had them distribute wages to the soldiers, reward the soldiers who killed demihumans, and give them leave to enjoy themselves.

Getting paid is something everyone is happy about. The soldiers were very happy that Henry was paying them. They were going to get drunk in the tavern for a night.

However, Henry suddenly heard some arguing. Henry walked over and found that it was Bain arguing with a few soldiers.

"Bain, what happened?"

Seeing Henry coming, Bain quickly said, "Master, these people are saying you are stingy, that you would rather spend the money entertaining others than give them more wages."

Henry looked at the three skirmishers in front of him with their heads lowered, his expression calm.

"Soldier, answer me, did I withhold your wages?"

"No, Lord."

"Did I not provide you with armor and weapons? Private soldiers?"

"You did, Lord."

Henry put his hands on his hips, approached the skirmishers step by step, and asked, "Then, did you soldiers with military achievements receive a bounty?"

"Y-yes, we did."

Henry slapped the skirmisher on the shoulder and asked, "Then, were you full from today's banquet?"

"Of course, we are grateful for your generosity." The skirmisher was in pain from the slap and answered through gritted teeth.

Slap!

Henry slapped each of the three skirmishers across the face and said, "You are all free men. Now, take off your armor and weapons, leave your wages and bounty to repay my banquet, and then get out of my sight. Don't let me see you again."