Pacifying the Troops

"Are you trying to hide these things from me?"

After calming down, Ron continued to ask.

Jackson and the others stammered and dared not speak.

Ron's forehead veins bulged. Looking at the expressions on their faces, he knew this wasn't over yet.

"Is there anything else? Speak up!"

Seeing that Ron was about to explode, Jackson finally spoke up, "The horses of my remaining three Cavalry detachments and the Heavy Cavalry detachment will be handed over to Regimental Commander James. The Viscount said that the limited Cavalry force should be concentrated."

After listening, Ron didn't say a word and simply turned and left.

Jackson chased after him, "Regimental Commander, where are you going?"

"Settle scores with that Victor guy!"

Victor was working in his tent when he heard the guards arguing.

"Lord Ron, the Viscount is working. Please wait until I finish my report before you go in."

"Michael, get out of the way! This is none of your business!"

Victor rubbed his head. "Looks like Ron found out too!"

Victor hadn't initially considered redeploying troops, but during the attack on the Blacklin family, he discovered that one man and one horse were indeed insufficient for Cavalry needs.

Lacking spare warhorses, the Heavy Cavalry could only launch a single charge. Although the soldiers still had the strength, the warhorses simply couldn't hold on.

In normal combat, Heavy Cavalry typically had three horses per rider: one warhorse, one riding horse, and one pack horse. That's why Victor had the idea of concentrating the use of Cavalry horses.

As for why Ron's troops were drawn from his forces, it's simple: Ron's troops had the most veterans, and even if they lost their warhorses, the remaining troops could still be used as elite infantry.

The arguing outside hadn't stopped when Victor called out, "Michael, let Regimental Commander Ron in and close the door."

"Yes!"

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open, and Ron strode in aggressively.

Before Ron could even speak, Victor preemptively said, "Regimental Commander Ron, you should have already seen the military order I issued, right? Aren't you going to carry it out?"

Ron retorted angrily, "I will carry out military orders. I just came to ask why my Cavalry's horses are being diverted. If you think there aren't enough horses, I can gather half of them into my other half of the Cavalry, so that each person can have two horses!"

Victor sneered upon hearing this, "1,000 cavalry? Tell me what that's enough for? This time we're facing a massive battlefield with a total force of over 100,000 on both sides. This isn't about annihilating Barbarian Tribes, and there's also the matter of job titles."

Ron's breath hitched. He knew Victor had a point, but he felt it was unfair to his troops. He muttered, "Viscount, why didn't you think of bringing more warhorses in the first place?"

How can I explain this to my brothers? The officers are fine; they've already earned merit. But what about the veterans? They're all hoping to achieve more in this battle, to get promoted, or to exchange their land for more."

After Ron finished speaking, he slumped into a chair in a dejected manner.

Victor knew that Ron had just been venting his anger, so he went over and sat down in the chair next to Ron.

"Ron, first of all, you don't need to worry. Since your warhorses and Heavy Cavalry have been mobilized, I will definitely give you instructions. You probably didn't read my military orders carefully, did you?"

Ron stared blankly at Victor; he hadn't really looked closely.

Victor sighed, "That's your style. Listen carefully, all the Cavalry whose horses were taken away will be promoted one rank. After that, our fleet will return to the Northlands to continue transporting supplies. At that time, we will bring back the next batch of warhorses. I will give priority to replenishing your troops. According to our normal configuration, each Cavalry has two horses, each Heavy Cavalry has three horses, and each infantryman has one horse."

Ron suddenly stood up. "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? Besides, if I really did disregard everything and just whipped your troops' warhorses, wouldn't Jackson and the others argue with me? Don't you have any trust in your men?"

Ron blushed immediately. He had been so focused on being angry that he hadn't properly asked Jackson about the situation. Now that Victor had pointed it out, he felt extremely ashamed.

Seeing Ron's expression, Victor knew he must have been furious with Jackson and the others. He patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Let's leave it at that. Go back and apologize to Jackson and the others. You have other things to do."

The soldiers whose horses were requisitioned will certainly not understand; as the Regimental Commander, you should work with Jackson and the others to reassure your soldiers.

Ron nodded to indicate that he understood, and then Victor saw him out of the tent. After leaving the tent, Victor found Michael still waiting at the door with a worried look on his face.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ron and Victor come out together, knowing that the Viscount had calmed down Regimental Commander Ron.