That afternoon, after Boman and Fass had left, the sun was shining and the breeze was mild. The gates of Westwood Laine Castle were once again a scene of bustling activity.
A long convoy of wagons slowly rolled out, their wheels rumbling and kicking up clouds of dust. Within the procession, carts laden with military supplies formed a continuous line.
The shepherd slaves, serving as temporary Auxiliary Soldiers, held the reins and skillfully drove the horses, their hooves clopping rhythmically.
These shepherd slaves were on the verge of becoming free herdsmen, and each one was eager to prove himself. They were all dying to become Grassland Warriors and remain in the army!
My lord, I can ride, and I can draw a bow!
The convoys were loaded with military supplies for the second batch of new recruits. They had everything they needed—ample provisions, essential medicines, and more. Every wagon was packed to the brim, with enough supplies to last until the conquest of Odoche.
