After the meeting, Lothar summoned him directly, along with Turalyon.
"I've had some things to deal with lately and have been terribly busy. How are you getting on with those books? Any questions?" As soon as the meeting ended, Lothar returned to his usual genial manner.
"I've read all of them, but without any practical experience, some things still feel a little vague," Turalyon said, somewhat embarrassed.
Lothar nodded. He had considered this too, so he continued, "The fact that you can recognize that means you've already gained some understanding. You just lack some necessary practice. Come with me tomorrow, both of you. I'll give you some tasks during the retreat. I hope you can learn how to retreat properly."
The next day, they followed Lothar to the front of the camp. His expression changed, becoming stern and serious again, and he immediately began issuing orders.
"Turalyon, I'm temporarily appointing you as my messenger and assistant. Relay the order to retreat immediately and assist the generals with the withdrawal. Here is your proof of authority."
As soon as Turalyon heard his name, he straightened up and shouted, "Yes, sir!" Then he immediately ran into the camp.
Lothar then turned to him and said, "Allen, take this. I'm temporarily putting you in charge of the quartermasters. Have those ordinary soldiers prepare for the retreat immediately."
He acknowledged the order just as Turalyon had, then entered the camp.
First, he summoned several reserve officers and ordered a thorough inventory of all their grain.
"Gentlemen, this is the Marshal's order. We must tally the grain as quickly as possible and report the figures to our superiors. We must also pack up all the supplies immediately. Be quick; this must be finished this morning. Any questions?"
Holding the orders Lothar had given him, the