After acknowledging his orders, Ron left the conference room with his deputy regimental commander, Jackson. He would return to the barracks and lead the Second Regiment's cavalry, together with the First Regiment's cavalry under Knight Jack, to the border as soon as possible.
Victor had ordered them to take only cavalry and travel light, without heavy armor. All that equipment would be left with the remaining infantry and brought along when the territory's main army set out.
Victor breathed a sigh of relief after Ron and the others left. Once they reached the border with their cavalry and joined the private armies of the three noble houses, they would have roughly thirteen thousand men. With the territory's elite troops and the defensive line formed by the border outposts and fortresses, they should be able to withstand that Barbarian Tribe's attack. At least he no longer had to worry about the immediate safety of the Redrock Iron Mine.
Victor then turned his gaze to Powell. "The Government Affairs Office needs to get organized as soon as possible and prepare for the army's departure. Notify Weber and have the Finance Department set aside an emergency war budget. I want ready cash to distribute as bonuses to the troops!"
After all, it had been a long time since the territory's army had assembled on such a scale and prepared for battle. To boost morale, Victor intended to provide a sum of money as a departure bonus.
Powell's expression turned bitter. Although the territory's finances were much healthier now, suddenly adding an unplanned expense was no simple matter, especially when he had to negotiate with that iron rooster, Weber, who would not part with a single feather. Still, it was the Marquis's order. He had no choice but to do his utmost.
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