After successfully taking command of the Independent 3rd Division, John did not linger in the stinking council chamber. After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries, he followed Colonel Toby to the military camp where the Independent 3rd Division was stationed.
Leaning on the cane that symbolized command over the Independent 3rd Division, John quickly completed the reorganization of this divisional force.
At present, excluding the two thousand Guard Regiment members Doran had nominally ordered to remain behind "to defend the position," but who were actually there to protect that cowardly Lieutenant General's personal safety, the Independent 3rd Division had only 13,000 soldiers available for John's use. Naturally, this figure did not include logistical personnel.
Adding the 3,800 soldiers currently in the 1st Division and 1st Magic Battalion, along with the 2,000 Assault Amphibious Force troops and 1,000 special operations troops Bob had promised to support him with—
The forces he could command had now reached 19,800 men, not counting the more than two hundred wounded soldiers who had recovered enough to return to the battlefield.
His side now had twenty thousand troops.
Although that number was still somewhat lacking compared to the enemy's thirty thousand soldiers across two divisions—
Compared to the previous fourfold gap in strength, however, this was already the most well-funded war he had ever fought!
"Still, winning this battle will probably require a great deal of effort. The Independent 3rd Division's combat ability and military discipline are truly beyond description."
That night, inside the command post at Fang City's camp, John looked at the entirely unfamiliar officers of the Independent 3rd Division before him. Using the Analysis Spell Formation, he discovered that aside from one Major General with the strength of an Upper Tier Mage, most of this division's officers were only at the Middle Tier. A