"Change formation! Form a bayonet line! Knights, watch for Blood Ghosts rushing in from behind!"
"Mages, keep the area lit!"
"Give the infantry the Terrain Advantage!"
"You, soldier! Don't rush up there and Self-Destruct! You still have one hand—come back and throw grenades!"
"Wounded knights, get over by the mages and protect them!"
Throughout the formation, every officer responsible for command did their best to maintain control.
They tried to get the most value possible out of every resource.
On the battlefield, to a commander, everyone else was a resource.
Junior officers were resources to senior officers, too.
And resources had to be put to good use.
That was an analogy from a class on military thinking.
In real life, who would spend gold to buy a piece of meat?
Lynn had used this idea to harshly criticize those who threw an entire army at every bandit gang just to show off and claim glory.
Or those who picked up sesame seeds and threw away the watermelon.
Truthfully, he'd been privately shaken by the Northwest Knight Order's two thousand Olesian knights charging recklessly to take on a vampire count.
Lynn had been heartbroken over the people who died.
He'd deliberately emphasized the importance of reconnaissance by fire.
And the need to call for reinforcements.
To Lynn, a suicidal "hurrah" charge was no different.
Even if people had to be sacrificed, their sacrifice should be aimed at killing the enemy.
Not dying just to prove how brave they were.
People who didn't understand war might be moved by it, pay their respects to the fallen, and cheer them on.
But Lynn, a true war commander, didn't encourage that.
If they'd called in members of the Church after discovering the vampires during that battle, the casualties wouldn't have been so bad.
If