Forced conscription... It was, of course, the only choice available.
With no allies to make up the larger numbers, and the soldiers already in the army not being enough, the only place to get more men was from the people themselves.
"Then forced conscription it is."
White decided.
"But... some of them have never even held a weapon before. They're farmers, blacksmiths... boys. We don't have time to train them into warriors."
Juntar replied reluctantly.
"Draft them."
White said, his tone unchanging.
"Make sure fifty thousand people are ready to face the barbarian army. They don't need to know how to fight. Just make sure they can hold a spear properly."
"Remember, we're preparing to fight only half the Hellwraiths, and even they must think that's overkill. We'll outnumber them, and some of those drafted may not even need to fight at all."
He said.
"But still... we'll lose quite a number."
Juntar mumbled.
"Fathers... sons... gone."
