Heart-to-Heart Talk

Once the battle plans had been assigned, all that remained was to distribute the supplies. Luo Chong once again showed off his generosity. Looking at the mountains of military supplies being unloaded from the boat fleet, he only wanted to shout at the top of his lungs.

I, Luo Chong, pay the bill.

The ten thousand recruits Blood Butcher had been training were actually just defeated steppe herders. Although they had been undergoing training ever since arriving in Tohai Commandery, neither their weapons nor their clothing had been replaced. Without the discipline of an army, this newly formed force would have been almost impossible to distinguish from ordinary civilians.

But things were different now. The uniform clothing Luo Chong had brought them was not only an essential requirement for an army—it was also indispensable for participating in a military parade.

Never mind whether they were strong fighters. Once more than ten thousand identically dressed people stood in orderly formation, they were already a deterrent.

They still wore the same dark crimson uniforms and black summer cloth boots. As for the winter fur boots lined with wool, they were stationed in the south, so they had no use for them.

The armor worn over their clothes was the same as that of the other garrisons: Lamellar Armor woven from steel plates. The mass-produced armor plates made by the wind-powered punch press were enough to meet the needs of the Han Tribe's tens of thousands of troops. As for the more advanced Mountain Pattern Armor and Fish Scale Armor, those were reserved for high-ranking officers. They were not mass-produced, so they were slightly more refined, but the Han Tribe had enough people to make them.

Weapons were even less of a problem. Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and the like were not difficult