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Chapter 582: Military Strategy

Once the war order went out, Neverwinter moved.

Grain sacks plundered from Fallen Dragon Ridge filled the empty granaries. A portion would be milled into rations for the campaign. The rest provisioned the city through whatever months followed. Firearms and ammunition came next. Soldiers recruited during the Months of Demons had finished their basic training; the outstanding ones were absorbed into the First Army’s ranks, issued new weapons and uniforms. Those who had performed adequately were assigned to the reserve force and dispatched to Roland’s other cities, where they replaced the veterans being pulled forward.

By this arithmetic, Neverwinter’s effective military strength climbed rapidly to five thousand men — on paper, a match for the Judgement Army’s numbers. The reality was more complicated. Transportation capacity was the binding constraint: the further the battlefield from Western Region, the fewer men could actually reach it.

Because the Tooth Extraction Campaign seemed manageable, Roland settled on fifteen hundred soldiers under Iron Axe’s command. The Adviser Department was folded into the First Army for this expedition, its core drawn from the nobles, knights, and commoners of the Longsong Area — Sir Eltek, Morning Light’s father among them, and Trevor, Honeysuckle’s chief bodyguard. The criteria was simple: artillery experience, or prior service in the Second Army. They were not professionals, but they could learn while working, and Iron Axe would hold the actual command. The advisers provided counsel; he decided what to do with it.

Given the probability of encountering the church’s Pure Witch, Roland added Sylvie — Eye of Magic — and Iffy, whose Confinement Cage could capture a witch under the right conditions. Sylvie also carried a Sigil of Listening, ensuring contact with Neverwinter was never more than a thought away. Piece by piece, an army with modern firepower, modern structure, and actual communication capability began to cohere.

The campaign’s primary targets were Redwater City, Silver City, and Impassable Castle — the three closest to Western Region. Preparation took four days. Roland spent most of them in the war room with Iron Axe and the Adviser Department, working through the operational details.

One detail resisted resolution: where to intercept the enemy.

Everyone had an opinion. Nobody could convince anyone else.

Brian, the gun battalion commander, was categorical. “The battle has to be fought inside Western Region. With our paddle steamers providing logistics, we can replenish ammunition and men in under a day. Whatever the duration, we win. The distance from their base kills them — if they can’t break through in a month, they’ll starve.”

Edith’s position was equally firm. “Do you think they’ll run out of food? Do you know how many church believers there are in Graycastle alone? The Pope issues one order and these people carry everything they have to the Judgement Army. Mid-July is the wheat harvest. Seize two cities and they have a continuous supply chain. But that isn’t even the worst of it.” Her voice dropped. “We already know the church has Pills of Madness — they can turn ordinary people into enchanted fighters. If the battle turns against them, they’ll dose the civilians in occupied cities and drive them at us as ablative ammunition. What then?”

Van’er supported Brian. “Transporting cannons and ammunition isn’t like moving swords. A single battle consumes what takes many ships to replenish. If we intercept them before they cross into our territory, what happens when we exhaust our stores?”

“I admit I don’t understand gunpowder weapons,” Edith said. “What I understand is that the objective is what matters. If we can’t achieve our objective, even victory is failure. His Majesty needs every one of his citizens. You cannot allow the church to enter the kingdom and destroy the populace at will.”

“If we can’t win the battle, nothing else matters.”

“Then we solve the problems that seem unsolvable.”

Roland had a verdict to deliver — both positions had merit — but Iron Axe would say nothing while Roland was present, and Roland could not resolve it cleanly. The crossfire-net model required Western Region. Fighting outside it meant supply lines that couldn’t sustain a protracted engagement. But letting the church use civilian human shields was not a price he was willing to pay.

It was Sir Eltek, on the day before the army departed, who cut through the argument.

“Why not position our troops and supplies in the border cities in advance?” He stroked his beard as he spoke. “That shortens the transport distance substantially.”

Brian shook his head without looking up. “Only works if we know which direction they’ll attack from.”

“We don’t have enough riverways in the Northern Region,” Carter added. “Stage at the wrong point and we can’t catch up to their movement. And the border between Graycastle and Kingdom of Dawn is too long to watch every crossing.”

“True. We don’t know where they’ll attack. But we can induce them to attack from a specific point.”

Silence.

Brian frowned. “Only the Pope could do something like that.”

Edith’s expression shifted — not surprise, something calculating.

Sir Eltek was untroubled by the skepticism. “I got the idea from Miss Edith herself. If we can estimate the timing of the church’s invasion by watching the flow of supplies, the church can equally detect the approach of war by watching changes in our border cities.”

“Coldwind Ridge.” Edith said it before he could.

“Precisely.” The old knight smiled. “We amass supplies in Coldwind Ridge. We station the First Army in Deepvalley Town nearby. That’s how we direct the enemy to a specific approach route.”

“How?” Brian still wasn’t seeing it.

“Because Coldwind Ridge sits close to the holy city,” Edith explained. “Rather than waiting for the church to move on us, we assume an offensive posture and force them to concentrate their forces in that corridor.”

Roland understood immediately. Deepvalley Town was the only settlement connected to the central river network. Even at distance, his paddle steamer fleet could ship substantial provisions there within a month or two, and the final overland leg could be cut to three days. The supplies would not be perfectly sufficient, but they would sustain a major engagement for some duration — particularly if the army held a prepared defensive line below Coldwind Ridge, with bunkers and wire and trenches, and simply waited for the Judgement Army to walk into it.

“And if they refuse to come this way?” Van’er asked.

Roland answered without hesitation.

“Then the Holy City of Hermes gets leveled.”

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