"Official Kingdom military goods?... Main God! You want me to traffic military supplies?!"
"Shh! Main God bless us! Keep your voice down—how is that trafficking? Since it's been issued down to your camp, doesn't that make it yours? You give me your things, I give you our things, that's called that thing—oh, cooperation! Legion cooperation!... We all understand. According to legion rules, every camp keeps twenty to thirty percent of its weapons in reserve. These losses are normal to begin with..."
"Reserve weapons... mm... The equipment we just received does indeed have forty percent in reserve..."
"Good! Forty percent? Tsk-tsk, troops newly raised from the Royal Capital really are flush! Back when we formed our army, we didn't have nearly that much... A thousand-man camp has five companies, and forty percent reserve means two extra companies' worth... That can help us a lot!"
Red-haired leader Mikui counted on his fingers, then a sincere smile appeared on his face. He clapped the other man hard on the shoulder and spoke warmly, with a hint of threat.
"Brother! You're heading west to the Lake Chapala region to fight, and we're in a hurry to switch out a batch of weapons too—for the several thousand Banner Unit able-bodied men following the 'Divine Monkey' Great Chief to fight in the west. They're conscripted tribal soldiers, and they have to provide their own weapons, so theirs are always a bit inferior, nowhere near as good as what the Royal Capital's artisans make. Trade your weapons to us, and all our Banner Units will owe you a favor. Even if someone truly finds out, as long as no one mentions these mountain goods, it'll be normal, uh... help! Helping friendly troops!"
"We're all fighting for the Death God Great Chief. What does it matter who uses