Aftermath

Early in the morning, in the Main Camp of the Southern Marching Legion, Victor was sitting at his desk reviewing documents.

Victor rubbed his hair, staring at the documents in front of him, his vision blurring. "Damn it, how did so much trouble accumulate from just half a month of fighting?"

As Legion Commander and a future great noble lord, why do I need to do these trivial matters?

Where are my chief of staff and the General Staff?

Victor muttered to himself, but he was just venting. After all, he had left the entire General Staff in the Eastern Region before heading south. He had just suppressed the nobles in the east, and then Count Black died. He couldn't do without someone to help him sort out the complicated situation in the Eastern Region.

However, because of this, all the administrative work of the Southern Marching Legion had to be reviewed by him, the Legion Commander. Victor originally wanted to promote a Legion Deputy Commander to help him handle these tasks, but James and Ron, who were both senior enough, declined. The Noble Army who were not from the Golden Sunflower Territory were also unable to suppress the arrogant and fierce soldiers in the Golden Sunflower private army. In the end, Victor still had to handle it himself.

It took Victor most of the day to finally finish cleaning up, by which time the sunrise had turned into sunset.

Victor stood up, left his desk, and walked out of the room, tapping his shoulder as he went. Smoke was already rising from various chimneys throughout the camp, and the soldiers who had been doing their daily training had returned to their camps, creating a busy scene.

Victor rubbed his stomach and muttered to himself that he was hungry.

At this moment, the four Royal Guard standing at the door noticed Victor coming out of the room and immediately straightened up to salute Victor.

Victor returned the greeting immediately, then asked, "Where is Michael?"

"Captain Michael has gone to the POW camp to compete with someone. Legion Commander, please wait a moment, I will arrange for someone to inform the captain immediately."

Victor was speechless. "This guy is really living a comfortable life. I, the lord, am so busy. It seems I haven't given him enough responsibility."

However, Victor did not say this out loud. He simply nodded to the Royal Guard to indicate that he understood, and then left.

Just as Victor was about to take a stroll around the camp, the clerk Tors suddenly arrived. Victor felt his head spin as soon as he saw him, because Tors was carrying a stack of papers, which must be new documents that needed his review.

Sure enough, Tors saw Victor outside the tent and walked over with a delighted expression. "Sir, have you finished reviewing the previous documents?"

Victor could only nod. "It's all done."

"Are these things you're holding also things I need to review?"

Tors nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "Yes, the statistics are finally finished!"

Victor's expression changed, and he stopped looking resistant. He quickly walked to Tors' side, picked up the top document from his arms, and immediately began to read it.

Victor frowned and sighed intermittently as he read the document, quickly finishing it in his hands. Victor handed the document to Tors and said, "Let's go inside!"

The two entered Victor's tent together, placed the documents on Victor's desk, and Tors tidied up the documents that Victor had already reviewed, preparing to take them with him when they left.

When Tors finished doing all this, Victor said to him, "You've worked hard these past few days. You've only just taken on this job and you've already taken on such a heavy task."

Tors replied respectfully, "It is my duty, and it is my honor to serve you, sir."

"Next, the legion has just finished a major battle. Besides the casualty and battle results statistics you've already completed, there's probably a lot more to do. You must continue to work hard. I'm looking forward to your performance, and in the future, Chief Dunn will be proud of you."

"Yes, thank you, sir!" Tors was very happy to hear this. He knew that his efforts over the past few days had finally been recognized by the lord. His position was something his Dunn had fought for for him, and he had not let his uncle down.

Victor waved for Tors to leave, then picked up the document he had just read and began to examine it.

At this moment, his expression was no longer serious, but rather somewhat sorrowful. He muttered to himself, "The veterans Two Rivers Territory have experienced two major wars, and more than half of them have been killed or wounded. I wonder how many of them will be able to return to Two Rivers Territory healthy and strong after the Civil War ends."

Whether it was the Battle of Rotten Tree Beach on the eastern coast or the night raid under Ironwire City in the Southern Region, the troops Victor Two Rivers Territory were the absolute main force, because most of their core members had more than a year of military experience. They can be said to be the core bloodline of the Golden Sunflower Family Private Army.

Unfortunately, nearly 60% of these veterans have been lost, 30% have died in battle, and only about half of the remaining wounded can return to their units after recovering.

This is a truly severe loss for the Golden Sunflower Family Private Army. Not to mention the reduction in the army's combat effectiveness, the compensation alone will amount to a huge sum of money.

Fortunately, after receiving the Unlimited Frontier-Development Edict, Victor had already converted most of the pensions and military pay into land as rewards for these troops; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to find enough gold and silver to distribute.

With this in mind, Victor immediately began writing on the last page of the document, requesting that the information on these wounded and killed soldiers be compiled immediately, that the Military Justice Office be responsible for verifying the merits of the battle, and that the results be reported back to the Two Rivers Territory. Once he returned to the territory, he was to immediately begin distributing the rewards.

After reviewing this document, Victor picked up another document and said as he read, "Including the new recruits from the Golden Sunflower Territory, which added a regiment and eight detachments, the Southern Marching Legion's Golden Sunflower Private Army has a total of four regiments and more than 20% of its soldiers. There are still many soldiers with combat effectiveness left, but it is estimated that new recruits will not be able to be added in the short term."

All units must be reorganized to maintain combat effectiveness as much as possible; if that's not possible, a group of veterans should be transferred from the Logistics Department.

Victor quickly wrote these words down on the document.

Just as I finished writing those words, there was a knock on the door.

Victor simply shouted, "Come in!"

It was Michael who entered, carrying a food box. "Sir, it's time for dinner!"

Victor glanced at him. "You've had a comfortable few days, haven't you?"

You go to the POW camp every day to spar with people, but you're never there when I go out to look for you. Are you having a hard time in the Royal Guard? Maybe I should transfer you to a combat unit!

Upon hearing Victor's words, Michael was overjoyed. "Really?"

Victor Michael's reaction, Victor knew that he really meant it.

Victor was about to complain, but Michael looked at him expectantly, so Victor lost his temper. "The losses in each unit are considerable. The deputy Regimental Commander Detachment Commander of the Fourth Regiment of Foss has been killed in action. You will be taking over. This will be a challenge for you. I hope you won't be as nonchalant as you are now."

Michael initially thought he was just going to be a Detachment Commander, but Victor directly appointed him as the deputy Regimental Commander, which made him so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"Alright, enough talk. Hand over your work later and then go find Foss!"