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Redman scanned the room, finally settling his gaze on John. It seemed that John had some education; during the recent battle, he had surprisingly demonstrated an ability to count. Perhaps it was worth asking him for his thoughts.
One should not underestimate the ability to count. Many serfs and common folk truly could not do so, and numerous tax collectors relied on this fact to overcharge and take advantage of them.
"John, what do you think we should do?"
"Huh? Me?" John stammered, caught off guard by being singled out in his first meeting. His mind raced as he tried to think of a suitable response. Just when Redman seemed to lose hope, John finally spoke up.
"Sir, we are simply too few in number. Among the four regiments, we have the least personnel. If we encounter a horde of beastmen, we can only avoid battle."
Redman nodded as he listened. It was clear that John was educated; even when discussing retreat, he used such refined language. Why hadn’t he thought of that himself?
Seeing that Redman appeared to acknowledge his point, John continued. "I’ve heard that there are many deceased nobles' militia in Iron Will Fortress. Although the armored soldiers have been taken by other Great Nobles, these militias are left unwanted. You could recruit them directly before leaving."
Redman showed little interest in the militia; they were hastily assembled troops. Just like during the last battle, if it weren’t for their Noble Lords charging ahead, they would have fled and been defeated long ago.
Noticing Redman’s hesitation, John quickly encouraged him. "Regardless of their quality, at least we should gather them. When the time comes, Marquis Duvas will need to replenish supplies."
"Exactly." Everyone understood that food equated to money; when it came time to feed these militias, it would ultimately be Lord Redman who decided how much they would receive.
"You’ve got a point there. Do you have any other suggestions?" Redman asked, gripping a nearby frog tightly.
"Actually, I do! I noticed a bamboo grove to the west; we could cut down some bamboo for spears. At least these serfs won’t run away when throwing spears. If three or four hundred of them throw together, even Orc Warriors would be overwhelmed."
Strangely enough, neither side had any archers among their tens of thousands of troops; the only ranged attacks came from the beastmen throwing hand axes. John thought back and realized he hadn’t seen any archers since arriving here.
Even during the siege by the beastmen, there hadn’t been any catapults in sight. It was odd that while they could forge armor, no one seemed capable of crafting bows.
Redman was quick to adapt; that very day he returned to the Fortress and gathered over six hundred militias. This transformed his regiment from having the fewest personnel in the Fourth Regiment to becoming the largest in terms of numbers.
To better command the entire regiment, Redman promoted several individuals on the front lines to serve as centurions. As for John, he became a centurion directly due to his role as the regiment's strategist.
"Ding! Would you like to accept the position of Commander?"
"Yes, I accept the position of Commander."
John hadn’t expected to receive a third career template.
**Occupation: Commander**
**Level: Proficiency:**
**Occupation Traits: Battlefield Instinct, Life and Death, Formation.**
Battlefield Instinct: In battle, the commander can identify weak points in enemy formations, and occasionally, the team may fortuitously encounter enemy supply units during their advance.
Life and Death: During combat, the morale of the team increases, and it will not drop due to casualties below fifty percent. When surrounded, all subordinates experience a boost in combat effectiveness.
Formation: The troops under your command maintain a minimum standard of good discipline and appearance.
**Professional Skills: Swift As The Wind, Immovable As A Mountain, Invasion Like Fire.**
Swift As The Wind: Can be used once every three days, increasing the movement speed of the assigned troops for a duration of three hours.
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