Douglas did not respond immediately after hearing this. He mentally reviewed the level and coverage of the order and confirmed the relationship between the direction of advancement, distribution of main combat forces and air coverage.
Then he nodded. "I will let each team advance in pieces according to the predetermined range. The flight path of the Demon Dragon Legion will also be staggered with the advancing troops on the ground to prevent the flames from falling on the back of the cleared area."
Redd nodded and did not continue to add anything.
Douglas turned around and walked towards the camp, began to walk between the fires, and talked in low voices with the captains of each team who were on standby.
The camp began to get busy in an orderly manner, with soldiers lining up, getting equipment, and adjusting their positions.
Demon Dragon Legion is also moving outward from the side of the hill.
Ehm was the first to take off, its dark black scales reflecting a low, almost frosted luster in the morning light.
The other Demon Dragon followed Ehm after taking off, circled twice at low altitude, adjusted the distance between the formations, and then flew towards the predetermined clearing direction.
The first sound of Dragonfire landing came from the distance. It was dull and short. It was not harsh in the morning light. It was more like the impact of some heavy object being put down and making contact with the ground.
King Ghidorah was the last to take off.
It spread its wings from the repeatedly trampled and repaired clearing in front of the camp, and lifted its body upwards at a slow and steady speed. The air flow stirred up a circle of spreading dust on the ground.
After it lifted off to a certain height, its three heads turned in different directions and its neck was slightly stretched, as if to confirm that there were no targets on the ground below or in the surrounding airspace that required its immediate response.
After completing a circle, King Ghidorah continued to climb, keeping its position directly above the entire area and not blocking the view in any direction by the surrounding terrain.
Redd stood in the center of the camp slightly higher than the ground. He listened for a while to the sound of Dragonfire landing in the distance and the sound of the ground being repeatedly turned over. Then he turned around and walked back to the tent.
He walked to the desk and sat down, unfolded an unfinished list, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, and wrote several new entries on the paper, all of which were updated records of the cleaning progress.
He remembered something that should have been confirmed yesterday - how long the food reserves in the camp could last.
He raised his head and glanced outside the tent. Douglas was walking from the inside of the camp, passing through the gap between the fires, and heading towards the main tent.
Redd said to him through the opened door curtain, "How much food reserves are there?"
Douglas stopped at the door of the tent, turned sideways, and began to recall the summary figures from last night's count.
Douglas did not go in, but stood outside the tent door. He took out a folded piece of parchment from a leather bag on his waist, spread it out, glanced at it, and then directly reported the numbers that had been sorted.
His speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, and he would pause every time he said an item to make sure Redd had listened to the message completely before continuing.
He reported the data of the reserve granary by category, from dry food reserves to meat reserves to drinking water and alcohol rations. Each category listed the total amount, consumed amount and the current remaining inventory.
After being counted repeatedly at the rhythm of a quartermaster, those numbers were flowing from his mouth to the interior of the tent in the form of a sorted catalog.
Redd listened to those numbers without interrupting or asking questions.
After Douglas reported the last item regarding the remaining amount of bacon reserves, the tent was quiet for a moment.
A layer of dried ink stains accumulated on the edge of the ink bottle on the table. The sketch I drew the day before showed blurred lines seeping through the paper on the back of another piece of paper. They were pressed in the shadow of the edge of a pen box, and the direction of the lines became faintly visible in the morning light.
"According to the current ration standards, soldiers' rations can probably last for about three months."
Douglas closed the folded list, "But Demon Dragon The legion's meat consumption far exceeds the total rations of the soldiers."
If they maintain yesterday's fighting intensity in the following days, their meat supply will only be enough to last for twenty-one days at most.
After the battle yesterday, their food intake was more than twice as much as usual.
As the advancement distance increases in the future, this number will only continue to expand, not shrink."
His voice became shorter as he processed this information, "Demon Dragon Legion is the main force of advancement. If their supply is reduced, the advancement speed will be directly affected."
Redd did not respond immediately after listening.
He looked down at the expanded list on the desktop. He had looked at the numbers on it many times. He knew the position of each value clearly, but he was still looking at it, as if he was using his eyes to measure the gap between those values and the current situation.
"I will write a grain requisition warrant." He said, his voice was steady, without any fluctuation due to those numbers, "You take it back and give it to the Volantis Port Authority.
Let them coordinate with the governor of the nine-seat City-States. I need the food to be shipped within twenty days. Prioritize the sea route and ship directly from the Volantis port."
Douglas stood at the door of the tent and listened to what he said without raising any questions about time or capacity.
He has followed Redd long enough to know when to ask questions and when to just confirm that instructions have arrived in full.
He crossed the threshold of the tent, walked to the other side of the table, and stood still.
Redd wrote the command on a new piece of parchment. The wording was short and direct, without unnecessary modifications, and the words ended in an imperative tone.
After writing the last word, he paused on the paper, dried the ink, folded the paper, stamped the seal on the seams, and handed it to Douglas along with the previous list.
Douglas took the grain requisition warrant and held the edge of the paper firmly with his fingers, without making any new creases.
"The food must arrive within twenty days."
Redd's voice came from behind the desk, his tone still calm, "I don't care what method those governors use to collect food. I don't care whether they collect food through taxation, requisition, or moving it directly from their own granaries.
If the food doesn't arrive, get rid of the person who didn't do the job well. Don't save it for the next time."
Douglas put the warrant into the leather pouch on the inside of the breastplate, bent down and gave a brief salute, turned around and walked out of the tent, passed through the gaps in the queues in the camp that were preparing to proceed with the cleanup work, and walked quickly towards the dock.
Redd did not leave the tent immediately after he left.
Still sitting behind the desk, he picked up a map recording the cleanup progress and unfolded it to look at the distribution of the cleanup areas that had been marked on it.