Logistics didn't always mean the convoys that transported grain.
For example, soldiers didn't wear armor while marching. So who was supposed to carry all that armor?
As for food, they could gather it wherever they went, but that depended on their numbers. Once an army grew large enough, it needed supplies from the rear.
Medical supplies also had to be carried by someone.
Not to mention all the other things they needed.
This time, Count Angris had brought twenty thousand men downstream to Sakir, where he spotted a Tricolor flag flying above the city.
They attacked immediately, only to find themselves fighting the soldiers who had surrendered.
They fought for a while before realizing what was going on. Then the city surrendered.
"You're saying they even took Kief?"
"And defeated our entire army on the front line?"
The Garrison commander nodded. "Yes. That's what they told us."
Andrew was at a loss. They really had taken the city, but then they hadn't held it. They'd run off as soon as the fighting was over.
"How many of them were there?"
"A few hundred."
This time, the senior commanders of the twenty-thousand-strong army couldn't keep their composure. A few hundred men had taken a city and then run off, making all twenty thousand of them come here?
What now? Obviously, they had to pursue them.
There were only a few hundred of them. Why not attack?
The twenty thousand men immediately gave chase. As they set off, they fell right into Lynn's plan.
After several days of marching, this twenty-thousand-strong force encountered Lynn's army.
For Lynn, this was a deliberate attempt to draw the twenty thousand men into a decisive battle.
As planned, Lynn had divided the battlefield into four sections, each with roughly two thousand combat troops, forcing the