You started by establishing a basic semblance of organization. Borrowing from the Ravarian legions of old, you divided the troops into squadrons of fifteen, known as a "contubernium." Each of these is led by a "decanus" and his second-in-command.
These squadrons practiced together with blunted weapons. They receive basic drills on how to effectively fight in formation.
Even this basic training can turn the tide of a battle.
It's strange, instructing your army in such a place. It reminds you of The War. Everything does now.
But Krorid isn't as hellish as you remembered it. Or at the very least, Lanorlay is not as hellish.
The weather, on the other hand, is its own special brand of hell. Now late spring, the heat is a genuine threat. Everything is constantly damp. It consistently rains every evening. The land barely has time to dry before the next downpour.
You smile grimly.
Just as I remember it.
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