A Journey That Changed The World.

Mohamet nodded before Archer continued speaking, ''Now get one legion ready for combat and dispatch the others to start building stone fortresses in the locations I've marked on this crude map.''

Archer retrieved a map provided by Aisha and handed it to herMohamet. When he took it, he started observing the numerous markings; the old man questioned, "Why such a vast number, Your Majesty?"

"Each fortress is designed to accommodate twenty thousand soldiers, and considering our future army's size reaching into the millions, we will require as many strongholds as possible. I trust your years of training have prepared them for this task," Archer replied confidently.

''Yes, Your Majesty. You can take the First Legion while the other two will be assigned to build infrastructure across the kingdom and guard the sea walls once you've completed them,'' Mohamet nodded.

But the old man got a curious expression before asking, ''What will you be doing with the First?''

Archer smirked, ''I will be conquering the pirate strongholds surrounding Draconia. But I want the organization to be like this.''

He handed another piece of paper to Mohamet, but to ensure the man and generals understood, he devised a brilliant idea to do this. Archer stood up as he cast Mana Manipulation to create a picture of his army's composition.

With a commanding presence, he began to explain the organization of the Dragon Legion.

''Here in the heart of our army lies the Dragon Legion," Archer gestured to a designated area on the map. "Comprised of twelve infantry regiments, four Cavalry Regiments, fifteen Mixed Ranged Cohorts, fifteen cohorts of Support Staff, and ten mixed cohorts of infantry and cavalry that make up the Supply Regiment, our Dragon Legion stands as a formidable force, ready to defend our kingdom."

He pointed to each section of the Legion on the map as he spoke. "Each Infantry Regiment consists of ten thousand men, organized into Cohorts of one thousand men each, further divided into five centuries of two hundred soldiers each."

"Similarly," Archer continued, "each of our Cavalry Regiment are made up of ten thousand Riders and further spilt into cohorts of one thousand cavalry each. After that much like the infantry the chorts are spilt into five centuries of two hundred riders."

Transitioning to the section dedicated to the Ranged Battalions, he provided a detailed overview, "Our Mixed Ranged Cohorts, the Wyrmguard Artillery Corps. I want them to have one thousand engines of war in each cohort. Which will be broken down into two groups of five hundred that will be called an Artillery Century.''

Archer looked around and saw the nods of understanding before continuing, ''Alongside them will be our Archers, organized into cohorts which are made up of one thousand soldiers. These cohorts are further subdivided into five centuries of two hundred skilled marksmen. Additionally, our mages are grouped into Mage Companies, each comprising one hundred. However, collectively, they form part of cohorts comprising one thousand soldiers, constituting the ranged section of our army."

Archer looked at Lucian Nightshade and Elara Ravensong, the Dragon Marshals of the first Dragon Legion, who were listening to every word he said. That's when he started explaining the concept of strategic, operational, and tactical bases.

He began by pointing to a marked location on the map indicating Draconia's future Port Cities. "Strategic Bases are where our army's vital supplies are shipped from. They serve as the primary hub for logistics and distribution, ensuring our forces are well-equipped and supplied for campaigns."

Elara nodded, her keen intellect absorbing the information. "And the Operational Base?" she inquired, her voice steady and commanding.

Archer's gaze shifted to a different point on the map, indicating a port or river city marked as the landing point. "The Operational Base acts as the anchor of our supply lines during campaigns," he explained. "It's where our supply caravans or ships dock to resupply our troops with provisions, ammunition, and other necessities while on the move."

Lucian's brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "And what about the Tactical Base?" he asked, his tone reflecting his curiosity.

Archer's finger moved to another set of markings on the map, indicating bases positioned every fifty miles along the army's route. "Tactical Bases are crucial for our operations. These are the bases we build at regular intervals during our campaign. Initially, they serve as storage points for food, weapons, and other supplies. Once our army moves forward, these bases transition into supply depots, guarded by the Supply Brigade to ensure our logistical support remains secure."

Lucian and Elara exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the importance of each type of base in maintaining the army's effectiveness and readiness for battle. With a nod of understanding, Lucian turned back to Archer.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," he said respectfully. We will ensure that our legion understands and implements these strategic principles effectively."

Then, Teuila spoke up as she quietly watched: ''Husband, why are you focusing so much on supplies instead of steamrolling the enemy? And why not carry the army's stuff for them in your Item Box?''

Archer smiled as he brushed a strand of blue hair out of her face before explaining, ''Because I don't want my army relying on me to be a pack mule. I'll be exploring new lands as they conquer the old for me. And to answer your question, my love, what does an army march on?''

Teuila looked confused on her pretty face before Elara answered, ''Your Majesty. Supplies are important to an army when conducting a campaign in enemy territory. It's amazing how you've thought about the logistics, as many rulers usually ignore that aspect.''

''Yes, they do. We won't be ready to depart until we start growing our food and have a functional navy,'' Archer answered the woman.

As he observed her more closely, he noted her attractiveness, though she didn't possess the kingdom-toppling beauty of some of his girls. Yet, a certain charm about the Dragon Marshal intrigued him.

But he ignored that for now and turned to Mohamet with a question that had always bothered him: "Do we have anyone experienced with naval warfare?"

The old man nodded, ''Yes, Your Majesty. A group of dragonkin and humans are fond of ships and fighting at sea. They have been bugging me about helping the kingdom since they came here.''

''Call for them,'' Archer ordered.

Mohamet bowed and walked off to find the people as Archer turned back to Teuila and explained, ''Teu. An army marches on their stomach; we must ensure everything is in place before moving.''

''I understand. It's different from how the other rulers wage war; they would rather rush in and conquer instead of focusing on logistics,'' Teuila answered as she cuddled up to him while everyone watched them.

Archer nodded, ''Yes, it is. The Draconia army will be special, and they will be able to stay in enemy territory thanks to the supply lines and their abilities to forage food or collect it from a nearby town or city.''

After speaking, he called out to his second Dragon Marshals, ''Alistair Shadowblade and Thalia Evergreen. Step forward.''

When the two appeared before him, they knelt, allowing Archer to examine them. Alistair has brown swept-back hair and green eyes that speak of a lifetime of experience. He noticed the man was rather tall for a human. After looking at him, he scanned the man.

[Alistair Shadowblade]

[Human]

[Level: 150]

[Rank: Arch Mage]

'He's strong. I'll have them train even more,' Archer pondered before shifting his attention to Thalia.

Thalia, an elf of uncertain lineage, possessed an ethereal beauty. Her light blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face with leaf-green eyes gleaming with wisdom.

Her face was strikingly beautiful, and her lips exuded a lusciousness that seemed to beckon for kisses. Despite her slender physique, Thalia possessed curves in all the right places, which caught his eye, but he shook his head and scanned her.

[Thalia Evergreen]

[High Elf]

[Level: 310]

[Rank: High mage]

'Wow, she's twice as strong as Alistair,' he thought.

Archer smiled, ''My second Dragon Marshals. You will be in charge of constructing the kingdom's forts. I will draw a blueprint for what I want. Which one of you is experienced in building structures?''

Neither answered, but Archer saw a hand fly up before speaking, ''Your Majesty! There is a family of dwarves on my street who used to build warships for the old Dwarven Empire that was on the central continent years ago.''

Archer caught sight of a human woman with chestnut hair, her vivid yellow eyes fixed on him with a blend of admiration and attraction. Despite her efforts, her clothes struggled to contain her big chest, emphasized by the military uniform that clung to her curves.

He scanned the beautiful commander of the Homeguard Battalion.

[Arianna Stormborn]

[Level: 285]

[Rank: Arch Mage]

'Very strong and gorgeous. A good combination,' Archer thought to himself.

Eagerly, he exclaimed, "Fetch them, Arianne Stormborn. Bring them here!"

''Yes, Your Majesty,'' she saluted before rushing out the hall.

When she was gone, Archer told the rest of the group, ''I will build the eastern and southern walls before returning. Tell Queen Aisha to wait here for me.''

Everyone bowed as he stood up and held Teuila in a princess carry, darkening her brown cheeks. He smiled before leaning down and kissing her juicy lips before casting Gate to the outside.

He stepped into the courtyard and summoned his wings. With a powerful flap, he ascended into the sky, soaring southward. As he flew, he pondered the type of wall he imagined constructing.