"Not bad, very good!
Priest Sparison, you did an excellent job."
Seeing the three crude earthen ramps that had been completed, Bone Baldy clapped happily from atop his horse and spoke to Sparison beside him.
However, Priest Sparison did not look very pleased. The price they had paid to build the earthen ramps beneath the Border Fortress had been far too great.
Aside from those pitiful Barbarian herders, the five ten-thousand-man units with Faith Order members as their backbone had also suffered heavy casualties. Even with replacements, the damage had been severe, especially since many Order Warriors and believers serving as low-ranking officers had fallen beneath the enemy's rain of arrows.
Noticing that Sparison was not in high spirits, Bone Baldy stopped clapping and continued, "Priest Sparison, this operation has truly been hard on you. I will not forget what you have given.
As we agreed before, all the remaining manpower in this Forward Camp will be yours. I will also provide all the supplies needed to support them!"
Upon hearing this, Sparison finally breathed a sigh of relief. Though he did not think Bone Baldy would dare break his word, seeing the promise fulfilled still put his mind much more at ease.
Although they had spent countless herders' lives clearing the enemy fortress's defenses, there were still nearly eighty thousand herders and laborers in the entire Forward Camp. This population would be an enormous boost to the Faith Order.
However, Sparison refused half of Bone Baldy's goodwill. "Chief Bone Baldy, keep those supplies for yourselves!
The Iron Bone Tribe's supplies are already tight, and this Attrition Operation has gone on for a long time. If I took them all away, wouldn't that make it difficult for you to explain things to the Great Chieftain?"
Bone Baldy also realized that