But since Bone Baldy had already made his decision, everyone under his command could only accept it.
Under Bone Baldy's command, his subordinates began preparing for the coming battle.
Although Bone Baldy did not have many followers and had few troops at his disposal, his forces were very well equipped thanks to his control over the artisan groups.
Especially after the Faith Order's technological upgrades, Bone Baldy had artisan teams under his command and could enjoy the benefits first. His troops were among the first in the Iron Bone Tribe to complete their equipment upgrades. They were basically outfitted with iron armor and steel swords, far superior to the Iron Bone Tribe's original bronze weapons.
After that, Bone Baldy would inspect his camp whenever he had time, checking on the preparations. Watching his soldiers organize their weapons, especially the gleaming iron armor and blades flashing with cold light, eased his mind somewhat.
With a force like this, there should at least be no major problems with this operation. Together with the Thousand-man squads supported by the other tribal warlords, it should be enough to handle this battle.
This time, Bone Baldy fully mobilized the able-bodied men among his followers. Excluding the artisans, he ultimately armed nearly five thousand people, which was no small force.
However, they included both old and young. The oldest were in their forties or fifties, while the youngest were only thirteen or fourteen. But this was already the greatest strength Bone Baldy could muster.
Looking at the troops under his command, Bone Baldy only hoped their losses would not be too severe. He did not want to suffer losses over Keledu's affairs.
But he was now tied too deeply to Keledu's Faith Order. Thinking of this, Bone Baldy sighed. "I only have myself to blame for