War was different from a fight.
A fight was two people taking a dislike to each other, drawing their weapons, and settling who won.
War demanded far more consideration.
Manpower, supplies, weapons, terrain, the shape of the battlefield, and logistics all mattered.
Werther had prepared for all of it.
There were no civilians left in Dressrosa. The people disguised as civilians were the forces he would use to start the war.
They included members of the Donquixote Family and reinforcements from the Underworld.
There were roughly ten thousand of them. Most came from the Underworld; three thousand belonged to the Donquixote Family.
But those three thousand would be the backbone of the war, because every one of them was a Devil Fruit User.
Werther had given some of Dressrosa's stock of Artificial Devil Fruits to the Donquixote Family.
There were more Artificial Devil Fruits, but the people from the Underworld could not be trusted. They could lend support on the battlefield; the three thousand would do the real fighting.
Supplies were even less of a concern. Werther had money, and with money, supplies would not be a problem.
He had never worried about weapons. He was the largest arms supplier in the New World. If he had enough people to use every weapon in his stockpiles, there would be no need to fight a war—the Revolutionary Army would drown in artillery fire.
Too few people. That was the problem facing Werther.
Werther was an expert in war. He had started several himself, each one on an enormous scale.
He had already planned the battlefield, dividing Dressrosa in two along the King's Plateau.
The side containing Sun Paradise would hold the supplies. The other side would be the front line.
After lying in bed and working through everything, Werther let out