"After all, we're not on the front lines, so we should give them a little more freedom."
Lynn didn't insist on his own view. Instead, he found a compromise between the arguments for and against.
They had to fight. How they fought was the Frontline Staff Department's concern.
The plan left plenty of room for maneuver. It settled the disagreement within the Frontline Staff Department, but tossed the difficult decisions right back to them.
Still, since it was Lynn's order, everyone followed it.
The sausages Lynn fried were even better than the ones made by the cooks at the Staff Department. He'd fried plenty, too, and handing them out briefly eased everyone's exhaustion from overworking their brains.
The Minister of Military Supplies spoke up. "Grand Commander, our transport corps has also drawn up a proposal for delivering heavy weapons to the Mountain Militiamen. It differs somewhat from your previous position. They're supposed to press their advantage right now, so should we put it into action?"
"My previous position? Go on." Lynn was in a good mood. As the country developed, more and more capable people were emerging around him. He had too much to handle on his own and was happy to delegate work to his subordinates.
Besides, he'd earned enough prestige. As long as he avoided any major mistakes from here on, continued improving people's livelihoods, and fought the war steadily, things would be just fine.
He could work like a beast of burden, but he couldn't keep doing it forever. This was a republic. Could the next Grand Commander work like a beast of burden, too?
Though who knew how many years it would be before the next Grand Commander appeared.
"Transporting supplies through the mountains has always been a huge challenge. Air transport is best, but there