Although he said he was going to punish, Kailar took over all logistical work as soon as he appeared.
"Andra, give me the statistics." Kailar said in a serious and sharp tone as he walked.
"Yes." Andra, Kailar's second statistics disciple, is different from the sixth-ranked disciple, Haibu Weier. He is ranked fifteenth. Unlike Haibu Weier, who excels in rapid estimation and statistics with unparalleled mental calculation abilities, Andra's strength lies in absolute data. He possesses a talent akin to a fanatic, with an absolute love for perfect data. Therefore, Kailar mainly uses him to tally the gains from this war.
You heard right, gains. In fact, Red Leaf Ridge appeared to have been invaded, and apart from what was burned and destroyed by the Barbarians, Camelot seemed to have lost nothing. On the other hand, Camelot also seemed to have gained nothing.
It certainly looked that way.
All the invaders were killed; there were no slaves or laborers, and no useful resources were left behind. They might have had some provisions, but most of it remained on their ships and was burned to ashes.
Absolutely no resources or other useful things were left!
Actually, there were! Many, many.
Weapons!
Mature ironware!
Precisely the large quantities of ironware England currently lacked: battle axes, battle axes, and more battle axes! Mature iron that could be melted down and widely used!
It was simply perfect!
Iron is truly, truly precious! Just like the strategic reserves of uranium in later generations, iron is a necessary commodity to stockpile here now.
It seems that Rome, the largest country in this world, has the largest land area, but precisely because of this, their strategic iron reserves are not enough for them to maintain the world's largest infantry corps. They have over three hundred thousand garrison troops and over two hundred thousand invading troops. Because of this, only the most elite Royal Heavy Infantry possesses the best weapons and armor, while border infantry only have iron armor covering vital points, and everything else is iron-clad wood, including shields... The most tragic infantry corps, responsible for the far northern regions, even still uses cumbersome bronze armor.
It was truly pathetic.
Kailar intends to build a first-class powerful nation, even dominating the continent, and such preparations should begin from the outset.
"Yes, Master, I'll go now." Bowing, Andra turned and left.
"Has Rocar returned?" Kailar asked a disciple next to him. "He's approaching," the disciple replied, his eyes like a hawk's, simply watching the fleet slowly sailing back.
"Tell him with flag signals not to approach." Kailar smiled: "Let them dock after the big fire is extinguished. Also, have the Knights clear the battlefield and kill all Barbarians."
"Yes." The disciple took the order and departed.
"Hmm, I should go back and check the damage to Red Leaf Ridge first. Although it was an inevitable outcome of the plan, it's still heartbreaking." Kailar shook his head. The plan was inevitable, but ultimately, Red Leaf Ridge was something he had built brick by brick, like his own child. Now it was destroyed by the Barbarians. Even though it was part of his plan, it still pained him.
Riding the Unicorn, the short fifty-kilometer journey was completed in just five minutes.
In fact, apart from twenty thousand Knights still encircling and suppressing scattered resistance or checking for feigning Barbarians, the main force had already arrived here. The Knights did not mind the simple tents made of canvas and wooden poles; as honorable Knights, loyalty and enduring hardship were their primary tenets. When they became Knights, and were newly promoted to Knight Marquis, enduring hardship was the most basic training.
They were like the noble warriors of the Qin and Han dynasties, providing their own weapons, horses, and battle robes, then going to the battlefield to contend for merits and enemy heads. They were the most elite, the most elite warriors.
This is also why Kailar held King Uther in such high regard; King Uther, who single-handedly created this system, was truly remarkable.
"Father, I'm back." Kailar walked to the square under the gaze of many, where Grand Duke Andrei was conversing with Artoria, evidently discussing the war.
Kailar's words caught their attention, and then Grand Duke Andrei's gaze widened like a tiger ready to devour, a powerful aura emanating from him as he walked towards Kailar step by step.
"Father?" Kailar was completely bewildered.
"Slap!!" Grand Duke Andrei's slap, still with his gauntlet on, really hurt, really hurt! Kailar was sent flying directly.
"Do you have any idea how foolish what you did was, my son!!" Grand Duke Andrei roared like an old tiger: "For someone of your intelligence, this mistake is absolutely f***ing too low-level!!" Grand Duke Andrei was so furious he started swearing.
"Ugh…" Kailar felt no great anger in his heart, only a slight astonishment.
Then he smiled absently, Ah, ah! Is that so? It turns out I'm no longer alone? It turns out I have so many people who care about me and worry about me? They're so nervous about such a small, mischievous prank? Hmm, this warmth from the bottom of my heart, it's a long-lost feeling of being moved.
"Yes, Father, I know I was wrong." Kailar knelt on the ground, note, on both knees, and then bowed his head to the ground. Kailar's apology was extremely sincere, and Grand Duke Andrei's expression softened immediately. His son, always too clever, too dazzling since childhood, despite his steady, gentle demeanor, which was completely different from other young people's maturity, it was precisely because of this that no one saw the pride hidden deep within him, like the sun looking down on the earth. As a father, he understood Kailar's sense of pride too well. This pride might be good, but it could lead him into a small pit. Perhaps for Kailar, this was just a well-planned grand adventure, but for Grand Duke Andrei, it could very well lead to the pain of losing a child, the tragedy of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one.
Such a thing must be avoided.
That's why Grand Duke Andrei's reaction was so intense.